Just the beginning of something I wrote on my long journey home today...
If you had of asked Carla Connor at the start of the year, Who in Weatherfield could you see your self dating next? Nick Tisley would probably have been the last man she would have said and yet just months later she found herself in a rather solid relationship with him.
Gaining the affections of Nick wasn't a hard task for Carla, it was keeping them that was the problem.
It all started when she'd got back from L.A after taking a short break and after her involvement in a local bus crash.
Nick and Carla shared a bottle of wine one night and realised that they actually had a bit in common, even if those things in common were the fact that they were thier exes exes.
From that night on, Carla and Nick spent more and more time together.
They would chat, they would flirt, things really seemed as if they were going somewhere and then one day an old flame of Nick's turned up and gave him the shock of his life.
To put it finely Nick now had a pregnant old flame and because Nick was a decent and loyal man, he made the right decision to get with this woman and stand by her during her pregnancy.
Carla accepted this decision of Nick's, after a long line of devious men in her life, Carla was just thankful to have a decent guy like Nick around... Even if he did have a new woman.
Sadly this woman, whose name was Erica by the way, suffered from a miscarriage and instead of finding comfort in Erica, Nick found it in Carla and even though Nick knew that he fancied the pants off that loud knicker factory boss who lived below him, he still made the noble decision to stick by Erica.
Well it was noble until one night, Carla was having a particularly rough time and Nick couldn't hide his desire no more, he went round to Carla's and professed his feelings for her and the rest as they say is history... but this story doesn't stop there.
Nick was still supposed to be with Erica and Erica wasn't a fool, she was sassy and smart and she knew that the man she was currently with had feelings for another, so she ended it just like that and Nick and Carla soon found themselves both single at last.
They got together, they just had to really, they had nothing stopping them now, after months of flirting and being there for each other they finally sealed the deal and became a couple.
When you live in a place like Weatherfield, you'll find that good news travels fast and gossip? Well that travels even faster.
Everyone was shocked when they found out about the street's newest power couple and of course everyone had their own opinion on the matter but Carla and Nick didn't care what everyone thought of them, they were happy and that's all that mattered but once again, this story doesn't stop there.
One night in late September, Carla was in her local pub and seeing as she hadn't seen her boyfriend for a good few days now, she was in desperate need for some attention from him.
Carla had made her intentions clear to Nick when she phoned him at around Eleven o clock. She didn't want to talk or listen to anything he had to say. She didn't want a shoulder to cry on or someone to watch movies with, not tonight anyway.
All she wanted was the pleasure of Nick's lips against hers, for them to go to bed together and stay there until morning but Nick stupidly said that he was at work and that he'd try his hardest to get out of there early.
Nick trying to leave work early just wasn't good enough for Carla.
She was selfish and She wanted him now. She wanted him to just walk out of that stupid little restaurant of his, she wanted him to come and get her. She wanted him to take her to bed and make her forget the world.
They'd not been together for long, only a few months in fact and Carla would have been lying if she'd said that she wasn't surprised at just how good Nick was in bed.
Now it wasn't as if she thought that Nick would have been bad in bed but the way he was such a tender lover and still managed to make her feel so incredible, came as a big shock to Carla. She soon found her self addicted to Nick and would often be sat at work or at home, craving his gentle yet very effective touch.
Carla craved it right now, right this second in fact and she wasn't sure how much longer she could sit in the pub with her best friend Michelle and pretend otherwise.
As Carla began the short walk from the pub to her home, the streets were empty and cold but something about tonight made her excited, she felt like something big was going to happen and it would be something that she'd never forget...
The moon was full and the only sounds that she could hear, where the ones that her high heels were making against the cobbles and then suddenly, she heard the sounds of something behind her.
Carla stopped dead in her tracks and tried to listen to the noise that had been coming from somewhere behind her.
She couldn't hear the noise anymore and for a second she wondered if she had imagined it or not.
Carla sighed as she couldn't even blame her confusion on the amount of wine she'd had because she'd only had the one glass.
It wasn't long before Carla realised that the noise behind her had stopped, because she had stopped.
Her heart was beginning to pound as she decided to test the waters a little, she walked forward and there was that noise again. She grinned, knowing that the sound was definitely the sound of footprints.
Normally Carla would have been scared, but her heightened sense of desire and excitement was telling her not to be.
This was the something that Carla had been expecting.
This was something that Nick did very often, he'd tell her he was busy with work or that he was somewhere else when really, he was just waiting there to surprise her outside their building.
Carla was still grinning to herself as she kept looking forward and sauntered across the dark and lonely street.
After a difficult summer, Carla was almost back to her old self. Nick had made her feel wanted again, he made her feel confident and he was the only one who'd got her feeling even close to the way that she used to feel.
Carla listened closely as she got to the other side of the street, she definitely recognised those footprints, they were the heavy footsteps of someone very familiar.
Carla felt a rush of excitement as the footsteps behind her got nearer and nearer. She waited until she had got outside their building, she waited until she felt the touch of his gentle hand on her shoulder and then she turned around.
Carla had been lusting after sex all day and she just wasn't going to wait anymore, She didn't even look to check that it was Nick in front of her, she just knew.
She closed her eyes, threw a hand around his neck and wildly crashed her lips into his.
She let her tongue roam free into his mouth and welcomed the familiar feeling of his wet lips against hers… But then something changed.
Something was definitely different.
In any normal situation, any normal person would have backed the hell away and stopped kissing the person that obviously wasn't their other half but Carla didn't, something made her lips stay right where they were.
It was almost a surreal experience, Carla wasn't sure if she was maybe dreaming or not, she couldn't tell anymore, reality had gone out of the window and she truly didn't care.
Something had seemed to take complete and utter control of Carla's body and she was totally powerless to stop it.
Carla soon realised that the rough stubble that she could normally feel when kissing Nick was replaced by a beard, not a full, thick beard but a beard none the less.
Carla realised that the hair that she had her hands in, was thick and a lot longer than Nick's was at the moment and those lips that she was kissing...
Those lips that were moving in complete and utter sync with hers, they were so soft, so different to Nick's and yet they were so damn familiar.
Carla knew that what ever was happening to her right now was odd and as her body was forcefully pushed up against the wall that was just outside of Victoria Court, she knew that this wasn't Nick kissing her.
If Carla had been honest with herself she knew this from the moment that her lips touched his, she knew it from how he managed to almost knock her right off her feet, even though she had been the one to initiate the kiss.
So why didn't she stop it straight away? Why did she allow the kiss to intensify so much? Why did she let this tongue slide into her mouth?
This kiss had already contaminated her lips, there was no going back now.
That's why.
The damage was already done.
As the cold winds picked up and as Carla felt a hand go through her long hair, She knew that she had to stop this, she had to stop before someone saw what she was doing.
It was hardly dignified, Carla being pushed up against the wall outside her building and tongue kissing a man that was definitely not her boyfriend and yet the thrill of the situation made her continue in this totally forbidden embrace.
Carla knew that once she opened her eyes, once she made herself completely aware of who she was kissing and once she pushed him away from her in false disgust, she knew that she'd never get this deliciously dangerous moment back.
As wrong and as criminal as it was to do so, Carla told herself that as she'd already gone this far, there really would be no harm in allowing her self to devour the taste of this deadly kiss for just that little bit longer.
Carla imagined what Nick would do if he knew what she was doing.
What if he really was coming home for her, right now? What if he saw this?
He'd be heartbroken, he hate Carla and he'd hate the man who had her up against the wall even more.
He'd be so disappointed, he'd pull that face that she couldn't bare on him, the one he'd give her when she'd had one too many or when she'd said something that she probably shouldn't have but this isn't about the very few but quite distinct problems that Carla and Nick had, this was about what is happening right now and right now, Nick's broken little face was a horrifying image, one that forced Carla to come to her senses, to listen to her head instead of her stimulated and extra sensitive body.
With one last dangerous twist of her tongue and one swift push, the stolen kiss was over.
The moment was gone.
As Carla opened her bright green eyes, reality had come crashing back and so had Peter.
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