A gentle step down the stairs of each bare foot, Carla was dressed in a thin silk nightie as she headed into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes before making sure that Michelle wasn't awake she went to make a coffee.

A walk into the kitchen, a fiddle of the coffee machine as she proceeded to turn it on, firm yet gentle arms wrapped round her as she let out a little deep breath, her head dropped back onto his shoulder as the man she'd spent several hours with last night turned to look at the stunning beauty Carla is.

"Hey.." she said softly, her hand on top of his, her fingers interlocking with his before turning round.

"Hey, you look amazing" he said, kissing her and leaving a gentle path of kisses down her neckline as she let out a quiet moan and giggle.

She felt calm.. happy, I mean really happy.. she wanted this with another man.. the man she really loved: Peter.

The broad hands of her man running down her back, a gentle stroke of the thumbs above her pelvis before he ran his palms to her hips.

A slow step down the stairs as Michelle walked down, Carla pushed the man off eager to not show off him to Michelle.

Continuing with her coffee, Carla turned from Michelle as she walked into the kitchen to see a tall man stood there, his black shirt draping over his chest, his biceps on show not to mention the black waistline of his boxers beneath the waist

"Oh ey.. who's this then?" Michelle said, her eyes looking to him.. taking in every part of him.

"No-one.." Carla responded, finishing her coffee and turning to her mate.

The man looked on to the two women.. taking in the looks of them both, his eyes firmly fixated to Carla.

She walked out of the kitchen, turning off to the stairs as her hair swayed before walking off up each step.

He quickly followed after her as they entered her bedroom.

Carla's bedroom was always particularly the same way.. the main black bed resting in the middle of the room, her thin white satin duvet currently draped off the side from the adventures of the night previously.

A white dressing table.. two drawers to each of the side, a main mirror sat against an arch form.

Each of her makeup brushes and palettes carefully sorted into certain sections.

To the other side was a tall, wide wardrobe, with slide doors inside ranging from jackets, to blouses and even some formal shirts.

A wide, canvas paint splash on the wall above her bed.. some intricate art design work sitting either side onto two regular canvases.

As he took in the range of her room.. having not picked up on it last night, strolling round the room to have a look at all the things the woman he'd met had.. taking in what kind of person she really might seem.

Carla sat down on the thick mattress, her bare body covered in a simple silk nightie, turning to the man pondering over who she could just be.

"Carla Connor of No.4 Daisy Street, co manager of Underworld Lingerie Factory.. an underlying alcoholic and known for being a bit of a stubborn bitch - that ok?" She stated.

"Women's Lingerie ey?" He said, walking over to her with a soft smile as she blushed at the look he was giving.

"Anything else?" He asked.. curious to know all about who she might be.

"Well that depends.." she looked to him, her tone turning pretty soft and serious.

"Depends on..?" He asked.

"If you don't decide to just run a mile.. call this a one night stand and move with our lives" she added.

His hand moving to her cheek, a run of his thumb "you really think I could let you just be a one night only fling"

"Plenty of men do.. so I'd leave whilst you're free, because my life is pretty damn chaotic" she smiled, holding his hand.

He didn't get up.. he didn't move from his seat he simply leant in, placing a gentle kiss onto her lips, and another, till they were in a full motion kiss.

He flipped her over making her begin to squeal as they both softly smiled, lying there for a good bit of the time.

Walking downstairs, Carla had chosen to wear her little black curved dress top, her curves being the particular focus.. matched with a pair of thin leggings.. her hair having had a simple brush, a pair of black boots and a simple quick touch of the makeup.

Quickly followed behind her was her mystery bloke, dressed in a thin dark blue buttoned up shirt, the first and last left undone, paired with a pair of denim jeans, his blazer from the night before draped on top.

"Do this up.." she mumbled under her breath as she did up the last button of his creased up thin shirt.

"You off now?" Michelle asked, looking to the both of them.

"He's got to go to work, and so have I.." Carla was quick to say, grabbing her leather jacket, slipping it on.

"First.. what's your name?" Chelle asked the man who looked back at her.. before softly saying.

"Oh.. Kyle"

"See.. now can you let the poor man go please" Carla said, walking over to the door.

Kyle took in her figure, the way she moved as she strolled.. her hair swaying.

Unlocking the door, she pulled it back and looked to him before the pair of them left.

"Sorry about her.. she can be right ol' nosey one when she wants it" Carla said, in behalf of her friend.

"Hey.. don't worry, she's just checking who her best mate is sharing her bed with" she softly smirked, his arm wrapping round her to hold her close as they walked down each of the cobbles.

Peter came out of the Rovers.. having been in with Adam, his eyes glancing over to see Carla and the man he so wishes she had now never seen sharing a kiss outside the factory.. a factory he remembers sharing a fair few kisses with her and sometimes even more than the kiss.