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Houat, France:
The past week had been a breeze for both Carla and Peter, they left their life in Weatherfield with no clue where they would go from here, this brought nerves as well as excitement but the fact that they had each other's friendship was so important to them both. They spent the week in a hotel planning the trip of their lifetime together, both choosing places they wanted to visit as well as having a way to get there. Carla let Peter choose the mode of transport because after everything she didn't care how they got there as long as they did and of course Carla knew Peter. Peter chose a yacht, he invested money from the Rover's in an expensive yacht for the both of them which Carla was thrilled about to the extent Peter had to question if she was ok as he had never seen her so happy.
There were so many disagreements in the first week of them being in each other's company but overall they were happy and content. One disagreement in particular annoying Carla as Peter decided that buying a boat with a singular double bed was a good idea for the both of them, but Carla knew that if she and Peter were to sleep in the same bed in close proximity to each other they would give in to the feelings of lust and be tempted. They got over it though and now that they were due to arrive any minute now on the French island, Houat, tensions seemed to fizzle out and they were enjoying each other's company once more.
"We need to fill the fuel tanks when we arrive as well, then fill up the reserves" Peter smiles as Carla nods pulling her sunglasses down from her head, her eyes temporarily blinded by the harsh light of the winter sun
"Gosh it's freezing here" Carla moans in response as Peter chuckles chucking her a blanket to wrap around herself as she sits up with him on the top of the boat
"Well it is still winter, love" Peter reminds her as Carla groans in response wrapping the blanket around herself tighter "Why don't you go indoors?"
"But it's lonely in there" Carla complains as Peter groans in response at her current mood causing a smile to flicker onto Carla's face temporarily
"Well stop complaining then" Peter rolls his eyes as Carla smiles shaking her head, Peter pulling into a dock getting ready to moor the boat, as Carla sits crossed legged on the leather lounger which was on the top deck of the boat, watching Peter do his work
"Right we need to pick up some things from the shops, are you coming?" Peter questions grabbing his wallet and rummaging through it to see if he had enough euros as Carla nods eagerly wanting to get off the boat, heading down the steps to put her boots on from inside and grab her jacket so they could head off to the shops
"Wow" Carla gasps as Peter puts an arm around her shoulder "It's so pretty, kind of quaint and peaceful"
"Beats life in Weatherfield any day doesn't it?"
"It does" Carla beams as they walk down the coastal path into a more residential area, Carla frowning at the words of the buildings not knowing what they meant, she was never one for languages but right now that didn't matter
"Ah, Marché, that means market" Peter smiles as Carla nods slowly, somewhat annoyed that he could read this language better than her
"I knew that" Carla mutters as Peter chuckles shaking his head at her arrogance, handing her a basket
"As if" Peter scoffs causing a glare from Carla who nudges him playfully in the side "Right what do you want for dinner?"
"How about we go out?" Carla questions hopefully as Peter raises an eyebrow grabbing a variety of salad items as well las vegetables "Please, we've had home cooked food for weeks now, please"
"Ok, we'll have to find a restaurant though. There has to be one on this island somewhere"
"Yay" Carla beams as Peter places more items in the basket "We need meat as well"
"I beg your pardon?"
"You're so dirty minded" Carla taunts heading to the deli counter and looking at the selection of meats in the refrigerator
"Bonjour. Comment puis-je aider?" the butcher questions as Carla glances to Peter for help on the situation as she didn't know French
"Salut, avez-vous du poulet et du poisson de préférence du saumon?" Peter questions as Carla looks blankly at what he just said, before returning her gaze to the butcher who was picking out slices of salmon and a few chicken breasts, Peter's words dawning on Carla that he asked for chicken and salmon
"Autre chose à ajouter?" the butcher questions as Carla glances to Peter who hums in response glancing to Carla
"Do you want anything else?" Peter asks her as she looks at the various meats in the fridge
"Maybe some ribs? We could have them with barbeque seasoning one night?" Carla questions as Peter nods turning to the butcher who was waiting patiently for the answer
"Quatre côtes s'il vous plaît" Peter replies as the butcher nods putting them in plastic bags and sticking a sticker on the items for the checkout "Au revoir"
"I didn't understand half of that conversation-"
"More like all of it" Peter retorts with a scoff causing Carla to nudge him "And barbeque ribs? Are you sure your domestic capabilities are up to that?"
"Peter!" Carla whines "There's no harm in trying"
"Ok, as long as I don't get food poisoning then I'll be fine" Peter replies as Carla grunts in response as they go through the confectionary aisle
"What chocolate do you want?" Carla questions as Peter picks up a couple of bars, Carla following and placing them in the basket, both of their hands touching as she looks up into his eyes before dipping her gaze, a red colour flushing her features, she was still as giddy as ever over Peter Barlow and that was obvious to him
"Let's go and pay for this" Carla mutters as Peter follows her both of them going to the checkout not wanting to press her any further as they had just recovered over the 'bed' incident
Around four hours later and Carla was dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and her navy blue top, the one Peter loved on her so she was down for some teasing tonight. Peter was dressed in a casual shirt and some smart trousers, the shite of his shirt enhancing the olive complexion of his skin which made Carla's heart beat that bit faster. Peter took Carla to a bar which served a variety of bar snacks, Peter opting for her to try a platter of French cheeses and portions of French cuisine, she agreed hesitantly wondering if she would like it but decided against her heart telling her to disagree knowing that it may be the last chance to try something like this.
"What's this one?" Carla questions to the red meat what she presumed was steak on the end of her fork glazed in some sort of substance which she assumed was cheese
"That is Honey -roasted confit of duck, it has kind of like a crispy skin so it gives it a less meaty texture" Peter explains as he shoves his fork gracefully into his mouth, Carla frowning before poising the fork to her lips and taking in the heavenly flavours lingering in her mouth; she could taste the honey mixing with the juice from the peppercorn sauce as well as the fat of the meat
"Mmm that's lovely, I'm not usually a fan of duck but that was lovely. I get to choose for you now" Carla grins as Peter nods handing the platter over to her as she mulls through the cards; she settles on a small sample of what was a sort of confectionary cake sandwich with a filling of melted brie, she stabs it onto her fork and poises it to Peter's lips, staring intently at him, her eyes blazing into his
"You need to try that, it's right up your street" Peter laughs as Carla smirks stabbing another piece of the sandwich like sample and putting it into her mouth, the cheese melting over her tongue causing her taste buds to tingle in delight as she licks her lips
"Ok I agree, that's got to be the best, can you ask him what was in it?" Carla points to the bar tender who was drying glasses
"Excusez moi s'il vous plait?" Peter questions as the bartender turns around giving them both his full attention
"Oui monsieur, comment puis-je vous aider?" the bartender questions glancing between Carla and Peter as Carla watches over the conversation, getting lost in her thoughts with how attractive it was when Peter spoke French
"Pouvez-vous me dire les ingrédients?" Peter questions asking what ingredients were used as the bartender nods grabbing them the ingredient list so they could look at it
"C'est en anglais pour votre ami"
"Ah, merci beaucoup" Peter replies as the bartender leaves them to it, Carla glancing through the ingredients
"They use natural products from the island where they can" Carla smiles as Peter grins before Carla lets out a yawn rubbing her eyes as Peter sighs
"Shall we call it a night then?"
"Yeah I'm pretty tired actually" Carla replies as Peter nods sliding off the barstool placing a tip in the tips jar and then help Carla off as well as they hold hands, leaving the restaurant and heading the short distance to the dock, both of them getting onto the boat, Carla placing her handbag on the side before snuggling into the cushions on the sofa
"Do you want some water?"
"Yeah that would be nice, I'm going to get dressed then get into bed, you can bring it in if you want" Carla smiles as Peter nods, Carla heading into the cubicle-like bathroom and chucking her oversized t-shirt on which she decided to use as a nightdress before returning with all her makeup scrubbed off and her hair tied up
"Do you want your bar of chocolate? We could watch a film in bed if you want?"
"Yeah alright as long as you keep your hands to yourself," Carla says like she had done every night they had decided they would share the bed together considering there was barely enough room on the sofa to sleep comfortably
"I have you know I have not strayed once!" Peter exclaims before moving close to her face "And I have you know, you love it when I hold you close"
"Hmm that's for me to know and you to find out" Carla replies as she snuggles underneath the duvet, Peter stripping from his clothes and sliding under as well
"Goodnight Peter"
"Goodnight Carla"