"Go!!" She shouts again
Johnny jumps and leaves but Peter seems phased by it all
She looked at him, her mascara still running and her hair a mess, he looked back at her, his chocolate brown eyes glistening with the light, he blinked gently not saying a word
Carla looked down, she knew Peter was disappointed in her and she hated that
"You were doing so well.." he pointed out
She looked up at him
"I'm sorry" she said softly
"I'm not the bad guy here" he stated as he sat next to her
"I know, I know that.. and I love you" she kissed him
He pushed away gently
"What.." she asked
"You're drunk.." he looked at her
"So? I want you, I need you.." she kissed him again before he pushed her away gently
"Fine!" She got up and went to leave before he stopped her, shutting the door
"Get out of my way.." she ordered
"No.. I'm not letting you do something silly" he said
"Oh something silly? Like what!" She shouted
He looked at her with a gentle nod
"You see.. that's the thing Peter, me and you are nothing alike, unlike you I don't hit the bottle when I find out my girlfriend is pregnant!" She snapped
"That wasn't because of you!" He shouted
"Why then!" She asked
He looked down, she laughed
"I thought so.. now move out of my way" she said
She tried to walk out
"I haven't felt myself!" He shouted
She looked at him "what.."
He looked down "I've not felt myself"
"Sit down" she ordered
He did and she sat down next to him
"Let me get you a coffee.." she pointed out
"No! You've had a drink, I'll do it" he goes and makes a coffee
5 minutes later he gave her her coffee, as she took a sip he sat back down
"What do you mean you haven't felt yourself?" She asked
He looked at her
"Just mentally, everything with Si, Cody, the baby, me and you.." he looked at his own mug
She put hers on the table and strokes his cheek "you should've spoken to me.."
"You were busy, besides I didn't want to worry you" he pointed out
"Peter! If you were upset you should be able to talk to me.." she picked his mug up
"Have you felt tempted?" She placed it on the table
He nodded
She cuddled him and he began to cry into her
She stroked his back as he cried it out, she felt guilty about not being there for him or realising sooner
He calmed down and looked at her
"How much have you had.." he asked
"Not many.. a few glasses, I don't feel as woozy now" she replied
He kissed her deeply
She kissed him back
He got up and took her hand, leading her upstairs
She smiled as he did
He pulled her in the spare room, kicking the door shut
She giggled as he pushed her on the bed, undoing his belt and taking his light blue denim jeans off
Then he pulled her top up and over her head and scanned his eyes down to her stomach
"The scar on your side" Jordan's voice ran through his head as he looked at the scar
Carla giggled and looked to him before he ran out
"Peter!" She shouted after him confused
Peter ran out of the doors and dropped to his knees taking deep breaths
A couple of hours later he'd been out all afternoon
Carla was still in the bedroom, lying under the covers, dressed and thinking over why Peter would run out like he did, was it her? Why did he run out after he pulled her top off?
Peter walked in, Carla was laid there looking at herself in the mirror, holding a teddy close
"Hey.." he said softly
"Where did you go?" She asked
"Just for a walk, listen I'm sorry I left without saying anything" he walked over to her, taking his jacket off
"Was it something I did? Or even looked like?" She asked
"No no it wasn't you, just my head being messed with" he climbed into bed
"You sure? You ran out as soon as you took my top off" she stated
"Love it wasn't you.." he took the teddy off her and put it down
She looked up at him as he pulled the covers over them
He kicked his shoes off and climbed onto her, lifting her top up and placing soft kisses along the waist but she didn't smile
Then he undid her jeans socket and pulled them down, using his teeth to pull the thin, lacey, black lingerie she had on causing her to smirk a little
After pulling it down far enough he began to run his tongue along her clit, making her body fill with tension
Taking his own jeans off he shuffled up to her, sliding his boxers down and looking deep into her chestnut brown eyes, she looked back into his
Getting himself right where he needs to be, he made sure she was ready before allowing his cock to sink into her cervix, speeding up he let himself reach the spot he knew she loved
"Oh! Peter.." she moaned
His hands ran down her back, grabbing grip of her arse cheeks as she climaxed, her orgasm running down her legs
"Don't stop.." she said softly
Doing what he was told he kept going, faster even, sweat ran down his forehead as she pulled his top off
She flipped him over and climbed on top of him whispering in his ear
"My turn Barlow.. you better hold on cause this is gonna be a wild ride"
How prepared should Peter be?