Disclaimer: I don't own Coronation Street, though I do live round the corner from Rawsie!

Author Note: I've been watching Sophie and Sian with attention, they're an awesome couple, as far as Corrie goes, they're brilliant. Been mulling around the possibility of a Siophie fic for a while now, so here it is.

In the back of her mind they were on a beach somewhere in Spain, the sun shining down on them with all of its glowing powers until they were forced to succumb to the scorching temperatures. In reality, her tongue danced about with her girlfriends. Sophie wrapped her fingers tightly around the blonde locks of Sian's hair, her hips pressing harder against Sian's with passion until the mattress sunk below them and they were surrounded by bedcovers. Their mouths moved in time with one another, failing to fight the fires that burned within. Sophie's body wanted her, needed Sian in a way she'd never realised it could before. Too distracted by the lustful desires fighting for her attention, she barely noticed Sian's hand sliding under her top, across her bra, cupping her breast. Then her cold fingertips reached under the lacy material and Sophie's mind spiralled out of its dazed reverie, bringing her down with a bump.

'Sian, no,' she groaned, pushing her girlfriend away with regret.

'But Sophie,' Sian attempted, her lips pressing comfortably against Sophie's collarbone.

A sensation ran down her spine, kicking her body into life before she could stop it. But she did stop it. 'We took a vow Sian.'

'I know,' Sian assured her, a hand cupping Sophie's face. 'But things are different now.'

'I don't think they are.'

'You wouldn't,' Sian muttered, sitting up straight with a roll of her eyes.

Regretting ever getting into the heated discussion, Sophie wished she could turn back the clock long enough to return to Sian's hands wrapped tightly around her neck and back. Instead she took a deep breath, closed her eyes with frustration. 'What's that supposed to mean?'

'You didn't hear what Frank said to me at church,' Sian whispered, the strain in her voice making Sophie's heart thud harder. She loved the sound of her voice when she was passionate about something. 'You just think that everything's fine because your family don't care that you're gay.'

'Frank doesn't matter, none of them matter,' she defended. They hadn't run away for nothing, they ran away to be together, in spite of what anyone else thought. 'What matters is us, or have you forgotten that?'

'I haven't forgotten.'

'Then why did you do that? Why did you try it on?'

'I wasn't trying it on.'

She hated the conflicting thoughts racing around her head; if she was truly honest she didn't care that Sian tried it on. She wanted to, so desperately wanted to allow Sian's fingers to continue moving across her body until she couldn't breathe for the love pushing her over the edge. But she couldn't do it, could never bring herself to let things get that far. She turned around, allowing her legs to touch the floor beside the bed.

'Being gay doesn't change the fact that I believe in God Sian. I thought we felt the same.'

Sian did the same, moved to sit facing the opposite wall. The distance between them screamed out into the abyss, the silence deafening them. 'I guess we don't anymore.'

Of all of the things she expected, hoped Sian would say, what she did was the least expected. They'd never had a proper fight before as girlfriends; they'd never been in a relationship like that before with anyone. Except Sian's with Ryan. Sometimes Sophie wondered if she had been dreaming and maybe she'd wake up, go to college the next day and laugh with Sian about the stupidity of the two of them being together. It wasn't stupid though, it never would be. She loved her. Every time they were in the same room her heart sped up and her stomach twisted in knots. She hated being away from her, hate it more when Sian was about to leave. They'd made the vow together, they'd gone through the whole thing together and now, now Sophie wasn't sure what was happening.

'So our vow of chastity means nothing?' she sighed, standing up and moving across her bedroom to the window. She leant against the wooden sill, looking out across the street where so many of her childhood memories lay. She remembered walking across the road from her old house to Rita's just so they could invite her for dinner, her dad's hand gripping tightly to her tiny, chubby fingers. Back then everything had been simple. Her mum, her dad, even Ken and Liz, people she didn't really know, told her how pretty she was, how she'd make boys cry one day. But she wouldn't, not now, not ever.

'No. It doesn't mean nothing,' she snapped, lying down on the bed and pulling a cushion into her arms. 'Don't twist my words. The church doesn't care about us so why should we care about them?'

The street below looked smaller than usual for some reason as Sophie turned in anger. 'Sian!'

'I'm serious Soph,' she sat up again, resting the cushion on her lap.

Sophie let go of the windowsill and moved to the middle of the room where her hands fell by her sides. 'The people at church might not like what we're doing but I know that God still loves us, I thought you had faith.'

'I did,' Sian looked down at her legs as she kicked them out in front of her, perched on the end of the bed. 'But sometimes things change.'

'Like you wanting to have sex.'

Neither of them spoke for a long, drawn out minute. Sian continued to watch the ground whilst Sophie watched her, paid close attention to the things she loved about Sian. Her hair fell down across her face, half covering her features, it reminded her of the nights when they ran away. Sian would sit on the end of the bed staring at the carpet with more attention than it needed, leaving Sophie mere cracks to see her features with. Like her nose. Sophie loved her nose and the way it twisted when Sian smiled. The memories seemed so far away as their relationship began to spiral. As hard as Sophie tried to cling onto it, she wondered if it was turning to jelly.

'I didn't say I wanted to have sex.'

'Then why did you act like that doesn't matter?'

'I just want to feel close to you.'

The space between them grew smaller as Sian moved across the room, her hands reached out to Sophie's until their fingers interlinked between them. Sophie's heart rate increased, her thought process taking control of her emotions until they were kissing again. Tears pricked the backs of her eyes and she pulled Sian in closer. They breathed the same air, their mouths fighting for each other's attention. Somewhere in the moments they spent kissing Sophie's fingers travelled up the back of Sian's top, stopping at the clasp of her bra, unlatching it with some precision.

'Sophie,' Sian attempted to speak, but her words were silenced by a kiss. They moved to the bed, Sian's knees buckling against it as Sophie pushed herself against her girlfriend. Her thoughts ran away with her, blending in with the passion burning inside her heart and the desire she thought was guiding her way. 'Sophie, stop.'

Now it was her turn to be cut short in an act of love. She took deep breaths, attempted to disguise the tears sliding down her cheeks. To no avail. Sian sat up, pulling her to her side where they sat in silence, their hands cupped together between them.

'What's wrong Sophie?'

'What am I staying chaste for?' she whispered, her fears sitting down front and centre until she faced them. 'Marriage? In the eyes of the church I can't ever marry you or anyone, not when I'm like this.'

'So, where does that leave us?' Sian asked, frowning.

'Exactly.'

Sophie's tears increased until her shoulders shook and her hands pawed at the tears in an attempt to clear them. She sunk into Sian's arm, rested her head against her girlfriend's shoulder and breathed in the familiar scent surrounding them. She thought she'd found herself, was finally comfortable with who she was as a person. Now she wasn't so sure. She loved Sian and she loved God, yet the two things didn't really fit. No matter how many times she questioned and requestioned herself, answers were still too far away. Instead of fighting it any longer, she wrapped her arms tightly around Sian's waist, kissed her briefly on the lips and allowed her face to press into the side of Sian's neck.

AN: Thanks for reading, please review. :)