Weatherfield was quiet when Sophie silenced her car in front of her home, clambering out and signaling to Sian to follow her. The other girl did, frowning slightly at the house. It was small, smaller than the one she lived in with her mother.

Her mother.

She would be worried sick about her!

"I have to let me mum know I'm OK!" she whispered heatedly to Sophie, who looked at her and simply smiled.

"No worries, you can use our phone. Come on in, I'll make you a cuppa."

The door creaked open and Sophie frowned as she tried to be quiet, hoping not to wake her mother, or her –

"Sophie?"

Well, shit.

"Hi, Rosie," she whispered, giving her her best smile. "Sorry, did we wake you?"

"Nah, I was just coming down for some tea, you want s-" But she stopped mid sentence when she noticed Sian standing behind Sophie, shuffling her feet nervously and giving her a small smile.

"Hiya," she mumbled.

"Rosie, this is Sian."

"Hi, Sian," Rosie nodded, giving her a winning smile (so much like Sophie's, Sian noticed), and turning around to walk into the kitchen, mumbling something about putting the kettle on for three.

Sophie felt a hand grab her arm and turned to look at Sian, whose eyes were wide and her cheeks tinged slightly red. She raised an eyebrow, and in response Sian jerked her head in the direction of the kitchen.

"That's your sister?"

"Yeah."

"She is…wow."

"Hey, I thought you come home with me!" Sophie laughed, slapping Sian's arm away from her gently. Sian crinkled her nose, hanging her head slightly.

"Yeah, but I've never seen boobs like that before!"

"Oh, they're real, hun!" Rosie laughed, clearly over hearing them not being quiet enough. Sophie turned around abruptly, frowning.

"Ro-SIE!"

"Wha'? It's true! And I appreciate the compliment, darling, but I don't play for your team," Rosie laughed, handing Sian a fresh mug. The blonde was still blushing, deciding to bury her face in her tea and stay quiet as the two sisters bickered over the milk and sugar. Sophie gestured towards the sofa, and Sian took this as an invitation to sit, which she did, sinking into the couch pillows and closing her eyes, feeling the warmth of the tea seep into her skin.

Soon, the sofa sank with the extra weight of another person, and she opened one eye to look at Sophie, who was nursing a half empty mug in her own cupped hands.

"Hi."

"Hi," Sian grinned over the rim of her mug, looking around the room. "Your sister left?"

"Went up to bed. Left us alone for a bit," she answered, putting the mug down on the coffee table. "I was thinking we could maybe just talk for a bit?"

"Sure…"

"So who do you live with?"

"Me mum. Me Dad used to live here but I don't see him anymore. He kicked me out when I came out."

"Oh."

"What about you? Who else lives here?"

"Mum. Dad's not in the picture anymore."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's alright. So what about school?"

"I'm at the University now, English and Psychology. What about you? You seem like a smart lass."

"I don't go to school, just work."

"Oh, to each his own, I guess."

A brief silence fell between them, as Sophie finished off her tea and set the mug back on the table. Sian fished her phone out of her pocket, sending a quick text to her mother telling her she was alright, and then returning back to the conversation, a question already on her lips.

"So, tell me, why were you in that strip club that first time?"

Sophie laughed, pointing upstairs with her thumb. "My sister dragged me. Why were you there?"

Sian frowned, her brow crinkling together, a slow sigh issuing from her nose as she thought back to a few weeks ago. The silence returned, colder than when it had first intruded.

"Sian?"

"Yeah uh...I was...let's just say that I let someone get too close to me…" she opted to say, giving a half-noncommittal shrug.

"A lass?"

"Yep. Broke my heart."

"I'm sorry."

"What for?" Sian asked as she looked away from her clenched palms to Sophie, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"We hadn't met sooner..."

She couldn't help herself, really, when she heard that. She pushed forward, their noses touching ever so slightly before their lips did, a small moan growing at the back of her throat. She felt Sophie's hands slowly rake down her own thighs, stopping at her knees where they grasped. Sian pulled her backwards slightly, until she had fallen on top of her, and gave out a content sigh, disconnecting them briefly.

Sophie looked to the side, noting the clock, and frowned.

"It's half past twelve."

"Shit!" Sian almost yelled, but refrained herself and wriggled slightly underneath Sophie's hold, reaching her hand out to get her jacket from its discarded state on the floor.

"I-I best be going, then."

"Wha-why?" Sophie asked, startled, but moving back nonetheless for Sian to get up. She watched her get off the sofa and walk to the door, shrugging her jacket on, looking around for her bag.

"I need to get back to Southport…"

"But it's late!"

"Exactly!"

"Buses don't run late…" Sophie pointed out, resting her head on the back of the sofa, watching Sian slowly turn to her with a small twinkle in her eyes as she considered the options of being stranded in Weatherfield with a girl she had only just met at a bar…

"Where am I supposed to go for the night, then?"

"You could stay here…with me."

"We've only just met, Sophie." But the idea was too delicious to be ignored. It was playing at her mind, and she couldn't help herself as she licked her lips unconsciously, her eyes boring into Sophie's.

A pregnant pause followed that statement, where Sophie could hear the gears in her own mind working away, trying to figure out what to say, how to make this girl stay, how to get her to feel the connection she felt towards her.

"I won't hurt you like that other girl did."

And then she saw it in Sian's eyes. That was what she had wanted to hear all along, the promise of no more heartbreaks, no more lies or treachery. She had caught her in her snare, easily, undoubtedly.

"You sure?"

"I promise."

Sian looked down at the floor, meeting her shoes with her gaze, contemplating the possibilities, ignoring the pounding in chest that was telling her to stay, that was so loud she was sure it could be heard across the street.

"Will you call in the morning?" she finally, feebly asked, raising her eyes again to meet Sophie's brown, heavy orbs, orbs that were drowning her.

"Yeah."

There it was. That one single word that promised her that she would be fine.

She could trust this girl.

"…Alright then."

They crashed onto Sophie's bed in a flurry of limbs and clothes, articles being shed expertly one by one onto the floor, kisses spreading across Sophie's skin like butterflies as Sian made quick, short work of her jacket, her shirt, her trousers…

"Are you sure about this?" she felt her whisper into her ear, nipping slightly at her lobe as she did, a smile forming on her lips. "Just tell me to stop and I will…"

Sophie was about to answer when she felt a bold, stray hand snake its way up her leg, her thigh, settling on her hips, curling inwards…

"I'm sure."

"I'll be your first."

"I'm sure."

In one, swift movement, she curled her legs around Sian's hips and flipped her over, looking down at her now. She gave a sly grin, her hands travelling to the front of Sian's blouse and slowly unbuttoning, one by one, popping the buttons. She leaned down, taking Sian's lips with her own, closing her eyes and feeling the heat radiate off the other girl's body, reveling in it, relishing it.

When she felt Sian's arms scratch their way up to her hair, when she felt her hands bury in her hair, grabbing fistfuls and pulling slightly, she had never felt so alive.

And she had never felt so at home.