"Shouldn't you be starting that homework?"
"Don't you dare spoil it, Peter." Carla warned, giving him a harsh prod in the chest.
Peter had decided to see Carla, in secret, as unwise as he knew this was. Not only was this seriously jeopardising his career, but he knew there was a chance he'd face charges, despite the fact that he'd put serious limits on the physical side of their relationship. Although, Peter put this partly down to the fact that it was impossible to find a few minutes completely alone, with no risk of being disturbed. It had only been a few weeks, but Peter already considered the bond he had with her to be a lot more intense than any of the other relationships he'd had, which seemed trivial, compared to the way he felt about Carla. It scared him, a lot of the time. To know that she, in the eyes of the law, was still a child, and she'd probably had none of this experience herself.
Today, however, was one of those wonderful, rare occasions, in which Frank had decided to drag the gang out to some tacky pizza place, with rubbish arcade games and a smelly ball pit, considering it a treat. Instantly, Carla had feigned illness, stating she felt sick and couldn't possible stomach a greasy pizza, knowing that if she didn't go, Peter would have to stay with her.
Carla had been completely content, curled up in bed with Peter, her head resting on his bare chest, fingertips tracing over one of the tattoo's on the left side. She had meant to have been doing a late essay, while Peter had a session in the garage, where various pieces of gym equipment had been stashed. However, with her room door open, Carla had caught sight of Peter walking past, clad in only a pair of boxers. Her mouth had fallen open at the sight of his broad, well defined chest, shining with water droplets from his shower. Swallowing hard, she'd averted her eyes to the way the waistband of his boxers rested on his sculpted lower torso, feeling her own skin burn, wondering whether that was lust.
"Peter…" She'd called him before she could stop herself. He was stood in her doorway, one arm slightly above his head as he let it rest against the doorframe. Slowly, Carla pushed herself up from her bed, where she had just began to attempt to read the title of the essay she was supposed to be writing. Instead, she was making her way towards the door, her eyes firmly fixed on the way droplets of water ran down Peter's tanned skin. She needed to touch him. Peter's muscles tensed, as the tips of her fingers stroked down his chest, her touch scorching against his skin. His arms slid around her waist and he leant down to meet her as she stretched on her toes, allowing her lips to connect with his. It started off slow, sensual, his lips working with hers, though it soon became more forceful, with Carla leading, her lips starting to push against is with more force. His hand became entangled in her hair and they blindly made their way over to the bed, falling against it without breaking contact. The tip of Peter's tongue flicked against Carla's lower lip, and she let out a little gasp, which provided further access for Peter.
This was one of the most intimate kisses they had shared yet, and Carla felt an unfamiliar tingling sensation in the lower part of her stomach as her tongue connected with Peter's, causing her to moan softly into him. She didn't even realise her hands had made their way lower down Peter's body, and were now stroking down over his hipbone, her hand just nudging the elastic waistband of his boxers.
"Carla, wait..." Peter was breathless when he reluctantly broke the kiss, moving his hand down to prevent hers from going any further. "We can't…"
"But I want to."
"I know you do, and…I want to do this just as much as you, but we can't…Not yet."
"Why not?" Carla glanced up at him, her eyes dark, her lips red and swollen from the heated kiss they'd been caught up in.
"Because we don't know when they're going to be back, for starters. And…You're young, Carla." He didn't want to be sensible in the slightest, just the way she was looking at him was causing a stir in the lower area of his body.
"Don't bring my age into this, I know what I want."
"But it's illegal, Carla. And…I just want you to be sure. It's only been a few weeks…"
"I've liked you for a lot longer. It just took me a while to act on it." She mumbled, bringing on hand up to rest on his cheek, her fingers brushing along his just shaven skin. "Please…"
"I'm sorry…Don't look at me like that, Carla. You know, it's hard to me to resist you the best of times. Let alone when you're sat on top of me, telling me you want to do things that I've only dreamt of, so far."
"Have you been having dirty dreams about me, Barlow?" She giggled, leaning close once more, her forehead lightly touching his.
Peter shrugged slightly, trying not to appear embarrassed. "Well…"
"Let me make them come true…" She whispered, touching another kiss to his lips, softer this time.
"No. Not yet. Don't get mad at me, just listen." Sitting up, he took both of her hands in his, lacing their fingers together.
"It's not just your age, or the fact that we might get caught, although they are both kind of important. It's just…I want it to be perfect for us. I'd like you to be able to be at my place, where we'll have all night together, undisturbed. That way, I know I can make it special, and I can be with you all night, afterwards. We'd be able to fall asleep together and wake up together…"
Carla gave a small, slow nod, taking a few breaths to calm her body down. She felt a rush of affection at his words, understanding now why he'd said no. He was perfect, the sort of bloke that only comes about in films or books or fantasies. She should be thankful, and she was, that he was nothing like a quick snog behind the bike shed with schoolboys desperately trying to grope at her chest, pathetically fancying their chances.
So now they were here, enjoying their limited time together. She'd almost drifted off, due to the way one hand was teasing through her hair, the other drawing gentle patterns across her side. Only he was trying to turn back into her social worker again, and she wasn't having it.
"Sorry, I'm just saying…I don't want to be the one holding you back from your schoolwork, getting you into trouble."
"I think we're in enough trouble as it is, don't you?" Carla smirked, glancing up at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
"Point taken. I guess a little longer wouldn't hurt." He murmured, having had no desire for Carla to leave his arms, anyway. Carla wriggled further up his chest, tilting her head upwards as she searched for his lips with her own. Even the softest of kisses caused a gentle flutter in her stomach, the effect he had on her was almost like a sickness. He made her weak, but at the same time, she felt her strongest when she was around him.
"Peter…" She whispered, lifting herself slightly, so that she was looking straight into his eyes, her lips pressed together.
"Yeah?" He answered, his hand coming to rest on her cheek, his thumb brushing across her perfectly sculpted cheekbone.
"I love you."
Peter stopped breathing for a moment, trying to register what she had just told him. Weeks, weeks he had wanted to say those words to her, but he had refrained from doing so. He'd not wanted to scare her off, make her feel as though she was getting herself into something too intense. All the time he was silent, Carla was waiting, hardly daring to breathe herself, her eyes wide and searching his, trying to find out exactly how he felt.
"Come here…Come here, Carla.." She found herself crushed against his chest, their limbs tangling together as he wrapped her in a tight embrace, his lips firmly pressing against hers.
"I love you, too." He whispered, between the quick, but tender kisses he was delivering to her lips. "God, I love you, so much."
