*The Wedding*

This is not something I have done before… but I love reading everyone else's fan fiction so I decided I would give it a go. This is based on 4/12/13 episode- the wedding, but for the sake of this fic Peter is not lusting after Tina and Carla did not get drunk or go to bed early.

Chapter 1 - Wedding Night

Carla and Peter had just taken to the dance floor for their first dance. Carla looked so beautiful, soft curls falling gently around her face. The opening tones of the Whitney Huston classic 'I have nothing' began to play out

…..Share my life,

take me for what I am,

Cause I'll never change all my colours for you,

Take my love,

I'll never ask for too much,

Just all that you are and everything that you do….

Peter thought how fitting the song was – "Good choice" he said to Carla.

"It's a classic, I mean it though" she replied whispering in his ear. She was aware of everyone's eyes on them but she didn't care, she felt really in the moment with Peter. They kissed softly as the glittering lights of the mirror ball shimmered above them.

"Me too" he whispered back.

The ceremony had been perfect. Carla was surprised by how emotional they had both got- she got all chocked up when Peter said his own promises to her.

"When do you think is an appropriate time to sneak off upstairs?!..." Carla whispered into Peter's ear while she still had him in a close embrace on the dance floor.

"We can't go yet Car…what about all the guests?" Peter said a bit too loudly, looking shocked that she had suggested sneaking off already, although he was dying to be alone with her.

"I don't know why you're looking so shocked mister! Shhh anyway people can hear us" Carla said hitting him on the shoulder playfully.

Carla moved over to have a dance with Rob but spent the whole time looking across the room to where Peter was now standing at the bar with Steve, Michelle, Lloyd and Maria. She longed for him, to be with him all the time, it scared her how much she loved him and that she couldn't bear the thought of not being with him. She admired how handsome he was as she watched him chatting away to the others.

"So, that's it then sis, you're stuck with him now" Rob said sarcastically, laughing as he did so.

"I hope so yeah, hope I never get rid of him" Carla replied quickly laughing at Rob's expression and walked off heading for the bar.

Carla put her arms on Michelle's shoulders from behind startling her, "Hey babe, you look so gorgeous, the ceremony was so lovely".

"Tar chelle, I can't wait to get these bloody shoes off now though, they're killing me", Carla laughed.

"You and Steve are both staying here too tonight aren't you?"

"Yeah babe, room a few down from your suite, you best not keep us up all night though!" Michelle winked cheekily at Carla.

"I have no idea what you could possibly mean Miss Connor!" Carla laughed at Michelle as Peter came and put his hands around her waist.

"So, Mrs Barlow- how does it feel?" Peter asked seriously, "Having second thoughts yet?"

"I'll let you know later on…"Carla said cheekily knowing full well that Peter knew exactly what she was referring to.

"You really do need to stop flirting now we're married you know…" Peter whispered in her ear.

"Yeah but I can flirt with you though can't I now we're married" Carla replied.

"haha like you didn't before " Peter whispered back.

They both looked passionately into each other's eyes. No time seemed to go by, they really wanted each other now- Michelle soon broke the silence.

"Oi, come on you two love birds- back on that dance floor, its nearly midnight, circulate- you can do that upstairs in a bit!"

Carla and Peter both looked over to where Michelle had bellowed from and headed back to the dance floor.

A couple of hours had gone by with Carla and peter chatting to the guests, dancing, eating and drinking. The night had been everything that they had planned and more.

The guests had begun to leave and some headed off to rooms upstairs. Carla decided that she would throw her bouquet and then they would then head off upstairs. She secretly wanted Michelle to catch it- push Steve into feeling guilty about not having proposed (properly!) yet.

Peter began getting impatient as Carla ended up chatting to some more of the guests by the door as they were leaving, he couldn't wait much longer to have her all to himself. Carla glanced over at him and saw the look he gave her, which prompted her to hurry along the conversation a little. " Night girls, you best be up bright and early tomorrow, factory won't run itself!" she bellowed after them before making a beeline for her new husband.

"Ever the business woman Mrs Barlow! Now…upstairs, before I have to drag you" Peter said suggestively, after listening to the conversation she had just had with the factory girls.

"No persuasion necessary Mr Barlow!" Carla said hitting him playfully on the backside.

Peter couldn't wait a minute longer as they entered the bridal suite, which had been made out all romantic with rose petals, champagne, red roses, flowers on the pillows, strawberries and chocolates. He needed Carla now. He kissed her passionately as the door closed behind them. He held her as she leaned against the back of the door which had her stiletto heel pressed on it as she closed it shut. He wrapped his hands around her hips and continued to kiss her deeply.

She felt his desire, his heart beating and his breathing loud and she too felt a desperate need to show him how much she loved him. " Make love to me" she whispered as she ran her hands through his luscious hair.

He responded by leading her over to the huge elaborate bed. He held her hand as he tucked a stray curl behind her ear, stopping in front of the bed, their eyes both glistening with desire as they met to look at each other, "yes, and you make love to me" he finally responded.

Carla nodded as a slow tear fell down her cheek, the emotion of how much she loved and wanted him right this minute building. Peter kissed the spot where the tear fell as Carla slowly turned around and motioned for him to help her out of her dress. As he touched her bare back, undoing the buttoned back detailed dress, she felt shivers down her spine. Oh, what he made her feel.

As the dress fell to the floor, revealing her cream lace bridal underwear, they began to kiss passionately again. Peter broke their kiss only to tell her how beautiful she looked. The room was in darkness except for a mood light in the far corner and the moonlight shining in through the red curtains.

Carla began to undress Peter, slowly removing his shirt, leaning down to kiss his chest. He let out a moan as she did so, getting more and more aroused by his desire for her. He thought back to their first time together, he felt the same desire. It was as if this was the first time.

"I still feel so safe with you" she said quietly, looking deep into his brown eyes.

" I want to look after you, let me look after you"

And with that they were on the bed, kissing deeply, Carla on top. She eventually sat up, straddling Peter and began to undo his belt, removing his suit trousers and boxers in one swift pull. She could see he was so ready. She was too.

He stopped her for a second, looking at her, taking her all in, "You're beautiful" he said again. "My wife", he whispered in her ear making her smile widely.

"You're like a dream", she whispered back.

And with that he pushed himself into her, slowly, feeling every inch of her. She pushed her head back in total bliss as he moaned too. It felt like never before.

She lay beneath him, legs entwined, feet touching, holding hands. His mouth found hers and he kissed her deeply as they moved together.

Carla thought about nothing but him, she allowed herself to be totally absorbed in the moment. He filled her every thought and she, his.

They rolled over together so that they were now sitting upright facing one another. Hands entwined, still, never wanting to let go. It felt amazing this way, deeper, butterflies filled Carla's stomach as the feeling built up. Their eyes never breaking contact, bodies still moving to a slow, gentle, rhythm.

"You're the dream", he whispered. He upped the pace a bit and she matched his movements, moving together, sending pleasure through their bodies like never before. Their breathing became heavier as they moaned together, never breaking hands.

Peter lay Carla back down, the silk sheets underneath them. Her hair had fell loose at the back, curls sprayed out behind her head. He ran his hands through her hair, cupping the back of her head as they continued to move together.

As they held hands again, tighter, heads almost touching as Peter leaned into her, they came together, again and again.

Carla closed her eyes as Peter still held her tightly. He kissed her forehead as she opened her eyes to look straight into his.

"I love you" she said emotion making her voice crack. He nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face, accepting her words.

"Me too" he whispered, stroking the side of her face. "That was perfect".

Carla breathed out, relieved that he felt the same, as she pulled Peter in his embrace closer. She thought it was perfect too. Different to normal, slow, tipping each other into ecstasy.

Her eyes closed shut again as he still held her tightly, covering them both with the silk sheets. Peter looked over at the clock on the bedside cabinet- it was 4:30am. He had something for her which he had meant to give to her that morning but which he had decided to save.

"Carla?" he whispered, letting her go, getting up from the bed.

Her eyes shot open at his sudden movement. "Don't go baby…"

"I'll be one minute", he said reassuring her.

"What time is it?" Carla asked, stretching out and moving the pillow behind her head.

"Half 4" Peter replied laughing…

He walked into the bathroom, leaving Carla stretched out on the huge bed. He had hidden it in his robe pocket on the back of the bathroom door. As he walked back, she looked so beautiful, moonlight shone through the curtain again, highlighting her face. Her arm was held out in Peter's place. He smiled, placing the tiny box down on her bedside cabinet. It would wait, he thought.