Just a few drabbles based on Peter/Carla. Some are my take on events which we saw on screen, some AU and some just little moments that were mentioned but never seen. Hope you enjoy. The rest will be up soon enough. Anyone with ideas for letters F-Z feel free to leave suggestions.

Addiction

He's addicted, he feels the same way about her as he once felt about the alcohol. He craves it, it makes his day when he sees her across the street as once a double Gin and Tonic made his day. It still never fails to amaze him when he watches her saunter across the cobbles in her designer dresses and ridiculously high heels. It's a far cry from the sensible and somewhat twee style that Leanne has seemed to adopted recently. "Peter are you listening to me?" She asks prodding him with one of the plastic pens the punters use to mark their betting slips. "What?" Peter asks his attention having been elsewhere as he had seen Carla heading from Roy's a coffee in her hand. Leanne rolled her eyes tutting under her breath. "God what's with you? It's like your mind is elsewhere." Leanne commented as Peter hid a slight grin. "You're not struggling with the drink again are you?" She continues as Peter groans putting his hands on the side of his head. "No Leanne I'm not even thinking about drink." He says as Leanne looks unsure but nods. She's right in a way he is struggling but it's with a far different addiction than she suspects, and one he fears will be a lot harder to overcome.

Burnt Offerings

Peter shoots from the shower as he hears the smoke alarm ringing away and coughs as he is overcome with a cloud of smoke. He hears Carla's coughs as she is busy throwing away the remnants of whatever she had been supposedly cooking. "Jesus what the hell have you been doing?" He says as he reaches up to dislodge the smoke alarm cover and to turn off the irritating noise. "I just wanted to make you lunch." Carla says with a pout as he is finally able to make her out from the smoke. He opens the window to let in some fresh air as Simon turns his head from where he had been sullenly playing on his PS3. "She's trying to kill us Dad!" He announces as Peter chuckles a little.

"What by setting fire to us or trying to cook for us mate." He says with a wink to his son. Carla's shoulders slump a little and he senses she's disappointed that her cooking attempts are a little futile. "Oh love, it was a sweet thought. But you do realise you can't be perfect at everything." He states as he wraps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head. "And well you do seem to have perfected the art of ruining my frying pan." He mocks as she pokes him playfully in the side.

Clutter

He's not quite sure when it happened but one day he came home to find that there were fussy little ornaments on the windowsill, a vase on the work surfaces and a throw and cushions on the sofa which he knew neither he nor Leanne would ever have bought. Her make up litters the bathroom along with her expensive shower lotion. It's strange how he had assumed that she would only want to stay over every other night. That she'd want to go back to her own place often. Part of him had thought that having Simon who had so clearly shown his dislike for Carla would have made it less likely she would have wanted to move in but it was almost as if she thought that been there continuously would encourage Simon to like her. He was affable with her most of the time but made no attempts to hide the fact he blamed her for his parent's break-up. "Hey you!" She smiles as she comes through the door to the flat carrying a large weekend bag he somehow senses is filled with clothes and shoes. "Hey pet, I wasn't expecting you to be home so soon."

"Oh we had a half-day, I'm getting too soppy for my own good. You don't mind me shoving some of my stuff in the wardrobe do you?" She asks as she kisses his cheek softly. Peter shakes his head.

"You clutter away love." He replies knowing that for all the random rubbish she's bringing with her, the fact that he now only has a tiny bit of wardrobe space he wouldn't change it for the world.

Dinner Date

He opens the flat door and goes to flick on the light somewhat confused that he was sure he could smell food that at least smelt edible. "Carla?" He asks as he put his jacket on the peg of the coat hooks. He turns and notices the table is littered with numerous little tea-lights, set romantically for two. "Hey you." Carla says with a sultry smile as she heads over to him looking mischievous as she holds a tea-towel in her hand. "Did we have a power-cut?" Peter asks as she feigns an annoyed look and flicks him with the tea-towel. "Oi you. I thought well with Simon been at Ken and Deirdre's we could have a nice dinner together, I know it's a bit early but…"

"You didn't cook did you?" Peter asks a little concerned. He knew she meant well but she was quite possibly the worst cook he had ever encountered. "No you think I can make this place look all romantic and look this good myself whilst worrying about whether the veggies are done or not. I got takeaway from one of my favourite Indian's. Chicken Dansak do you?" She asked as Peter sighed somewhat relieved that she hadn't decided to try and attempt to be Nigella Lawson. "Oi you, you don't have to sound so chuffed it's takeaway." Carla said pouting a little. "Proper domestic goddess aren't you." Peter mused as he let her lead him to the couch her arms encircling his neck. "You wouldn't want me slaving away over pots and pans, good for 'nought but kip." She says in a sultry tone as he feels himself stir in his lower region, his need for her heightened as her green eyes twinkle with mischief as she drapes herself over the couch. Somehow dinner is suddenly the last thing on his mind.

Everyone's Enemy.

He knew that as soon as he arrived back on the cobbles that there'd be those spitting bile as usual, people like Norris and Mary who he couldn't care less about but he did worry that the poison they might send his and Carla's way would hurt her more, after all she wasn't the strong Carla that the world was used to seeing. The ridiculous verdict at the trial had taken the fight out of his girl and he hated seeing her look so defeated. "I'm sorry Peter. We're going to be public enemy number one round here." She whispers as Peter parks up outside number one, the rain bouncing down on his windscreen. He sighs as he turns to face her. "Hey if one good things come from today love it's that we don't have to hide how we feel. And anyway if anyone's seen as the enemy round here it'll be me." He said eager to dispel the clear fears she had about what people would say. "I should have stayed away from you, I've ruined everything for you." Carla said as Peter shook his head. "No Carla, you didn't. Look I'm not going to lie to you, people will say things but well as hard as it is, I don't want to change things? But if you do it's okay. I just feel that if we go our separate ways then that monster's won. I love you, that wasn't some line I spun back in December it's the truth and well if that means I'm ostracized by the rest of the street then so be it. I love you Carla Connor and I'd do anything to make you happy." Peter said as he touched her hand lightly.