"I'll get it!" Ken shouted to Dierdre as he went to answer the door to No.1, opening it to find Simon, Peter and a rather nervous looking Carla standing on the sidewalk.

"Hello!" Ken said to them all, "come in, come in" he ushered them all in past him and closed the door, following them all into the living room. "So, to what do we owe this pleasure?" His eyes dropped to the large roasting pan clutched in Carla's hands and curiously raised an eyebrow at her

"Errrm," Carla began, "well ummm, you see..."

"Carla broke her oven" Simon giggled, and Peter snorted at his son's bluntness.

Carla licked her lips as embarrassment flushed her features, her eyes darting between Ken and Peter, before lowering herself slightly towards Simon, "tattletale..." she hissed, before turning on her heel and placing the roasting pan on the kitchen counter

"Well you did!" Simon continued to laugh

"Yeah, I still don't understand quite how it happened dad, but oh, did it happen," Peter responded, rubbing his chin and trying to cover his smile with his hand. He lifted his eyes and smiled at his step-mother as she walked into the room, "Hiya Dierdre"

"Hiya love, hello Simon, oh," she looked at the woman shifting awkwardly in the kitchen, "hiya Carla," she said kindly. Granted Dierdre initially wasn't keen on how Carla had tried to lure Peter into bed whilst he was with Leanne, but considering what Leanne had done to both Peter and his son, she certainly didn't have any loyalty remaining towards her stepson's, soon to be ex-wife. Plus, she and Carla have had a few heart to hearts in the past, and she had to admit she was quite fond of her.

More importantly, Simon seemed to be have become quite attached to her. And Peter looked positively smitten, even if he was trying desperately to deny it...

"What brings you all here?" Dierdre asked as she wandered into the kitchen

"Carla broke her oven," Simon and Peter responded in unison

"- uhh her oven" Ken rounded out, slightly behind them

The factory boss pursed her lips, placing a hand on her hip, and eyeing the two men and Simon with an unamused glare, "oh, oh, I see it now, yeah," she gestured to them all, "three generations of that Barlow wit; I see where where Si gets it from," She turned slightly to the woman next to her, "how do you deal with it, Dierdre?"

The older woman sighed audibly, looking at her husband, her stepson, and her step grandson, as they all stood with cheshire cat grins on their faces, "carefully," she responded dryly, before leaning in close to Carla's ear, "wine and cigarettes help..."

Carla nodded, "I may have to take up smoking..."

Peter chuckled at Carla's deflective banter, "Dierdre, Simon wanted to make dinner from scratch, like in the movie Ratatouille," Peter explained as he came into the kitchen, "and he insisted, that he would teach muggins here," he poked Carla playfully in the ribs, deflecting her attempt to swat at him with a grin, "how to cook. So we all went to the market today to pick up the ingredients, and Si decided that he wanted to make a roast chicken with potatoes and some vegetables, and some cookies for dessert. Because we only have a small oven in the flat, Carla said we could go to hers to cook since she's got that double oven." he smiled as Carla's embarrassment began to rise again, and she leaned against the counter, her arms folding across her chest, her lips pursing together. "So we prep the chicken, and I'm dicing the potatoes and the vegetables, and Simon and Carla go about making the cookies, right?"

"You really are enjoying taking your pound of flesh with this, eh Barlow?" Carla muttered,

"So they put their trays in the top oven, and the chicken and potatoes in the lower oven and we leave it to it. Then we start to smell something burning," the bookie's lips began to tug into a smirk, "and we notice Carla's tray- and only Carla's tray - of cookies have quadrupled in size, and then they just start bursting, one by one, like balloons popping," he laughed, "next thing we know, the oven starts to spark, and both ovens just shut down..."

Carla pinched the bridge of her nose, "Look I tried to warn ya," she said agitatedly, "I flamin' well told you both I couldn't cook!"

"She weren't kiddin'," Simon responded, his eyes wide as he shook his head in shock

Carla pushed herself away from the counter, "Look it weren't my fault, alright" she started defensively, placing her hands on her hips, "it were the flamin' batter!"

Peter snickered, "uhh, the batter came from the same bowl as Simon's and his didn't blow up," he shook his head and couldn't contain his laugh, "I mean how did you even manage that?"

"Well, I don't know, do I?" She shot back, "Now I have to get my flamin' oven fixed, and we don't even have any cookies to show for it..."

Peter chuckled, as he put his arm around Carla's shoulders and pulled her in closer to him, his eyes still on Dierdre and Ken, "so we were wondering if we could use your oven to finish off the roast chicken, since yours is larger than mine. We've got lots to go around, if you let us?"

"Of course you can, go right ahead." Ken encouraged.

"Uhhh I'll do it!" Simon jumped up and ran to the kitchen, before Carla could get the roasting pan, "You sit down, Carla. I think it's best you just don't touch anymore ovens tonight."

Carla pressed her lips together, her eyes blazing onto Peter, whose arm remained draped across her shoulder, as he snorted again, "you're pushing it, Barlow..."

Carla tried to stifle another yawn as she sat on the sofa at No. 1 next to Peter, while Simon busied himself in the kitchen with his grandparents.

"You seem shattered today, love. You okay?" Peter asked

Carla shook her head, "Yeah, I just didn't get much sleep last night..."

"Nightmare?" He asked gently and she simply nodded in response.

"I'm definitely not getting them as often, but I guess it's just a bad week." she said, a yawn finally escaping her lips.

"Look, why don't you stay at mine tonight?" He whispered in her ear,

"I don't know Peter," Carla's eyes darted to where Simon was bent down in front of the oven, watching as the now cooked chicken browned under the broiler

Peter followed her gaze, "Si's gonna stay here for the night, since me dad and Deirdre are taking him and Amy to some amusement thing tomorrow," he pulled her closer to him, his lips pressing into her temple softly, "come on, let's see if we can't get you some decent kip."

"Hmmm, just kip eh?" she smirked at him, her eyebrow raising in disbelief

"Well, I mean, I have to do something to tire you out first..." his teeth gently caught her earlobe, his tongue running softly along it, before pressing his lips to a spot on her neck, just below the ear. With a low growl, he stood up, pulling her to her feet, "come with me," he ordered her loudly

"What? Where?" she answered in shock, her eyes catching the questioning looks of Ken and Dierdre in the kitchen

"To the washroom, you've got cookie batter in your hair, you numpty!" Peter turned to his dad and stepmom, "We'll be back in a few minutes," he said before pulling Carla out of the main room and up the stairs.

Once outside the bathroom, he grabbed her head between his hands and kissed her passionately. As she initially continued to kiss him back, his hands began to roam down her top, his fingers brushing the bare skin of her stomach as he tried to unbutton her jeans.

Carla pulled away from him, "What are you doing?" her hands pushing against his chest

"What do you think?" Peter responded smirking, leaning in and capturing her lips again, but she pulled away from his kiss again

"Peter, this is not the time nor the place..." she stated, her eyes darting nervously to the stairs

"Well, happens I like to live dangerously," he said, spinning her around so her back was pressed into the wall next the bathroom door, and their lips crashed together once more.

Carla moaned against his lips, responding feverishly to his kisses before coming to her senses once again and pulling away, "no, Peter."

Peter locked his eyes on hers, "are you denying me, Carla?"

She bit her lip. God he is so sexy when he is dominant, she thought. But she knew this was wrong. She was lucky Ken and Dierdre didn't despise her for the whole fiasco between her, Peter, and Leanne. And as much as the thought of a quickie with Peter had her completely hot and bothered, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Not in his dad's house, with Ken, Dierdre and Simon all within earshot.

"Yes." she responded with with a sigh, her regret showing in her eyes, as she gently pushed him away form her.

Peter smirked at her as he leaned in close to her face, his lips brushing against her cheek as he whispered, "We'll discuss this back at mine, tonight..." He pulled back and pressed one more fevered kiss to her lips before stepping back from her, "I'll meet you back downstairs."

Carla watched as he descended the staircase, before turning and heading into the bathroom, taking the opportunity to fix herself up as best she could and to quell her racing heart.

She could hear the annoyance in Peter's voice as she denied him sex; but also saw that he was turned on by her defiance. She felt so submissive in his presence, and it was a feeling she wasn't at all used to. It scared her to give up that much control, and yet, the thought of him taking charge and dominating her between the sheets caused a delicious shiver to run down her stomach, and she felt her clit throb in anticipation.

She turned on the taps and ran her wrists under cold water.

How she would make it through dinner without jumping onto his lap and riding him until she screamed in ecstasy, she didn't know...

They sat on the sofa in Peter's flat some hours later, mindlessly watching some drama, as Peter lazily poked at the bowl of ice cream he had scooped out for himself. To say this wasn't what Carla had expected when they arrived back to his flat after dinner at No. 1 would be an understatement.

Peter, however, was completely enjoying watching her squirm in anticipation. He slowly raised the spoon to his lips, taking the smallest bite possible and hearing Carla grunt in frustration next to him.

He was toying with her. Wanting to punish her for denying him, by now denying her. But he had to admit it was a difficult game to play. It was taking all of his willpower not to rip all of her clothes off, and bend her over the sofa...

Carla watched him for a while, noting his attempts to be nonchalant, and at first becoming frustrated with his ignoring her. However, as her eyes glanced down, she noted the prominent bulge in his pants, and how every swallow he took seemed to be strained; as though he were trying desperately to quell his growing arousal.

'Toying with me, eh Barlow?' she thought wickedly, 'Well let's see how well you can play...'

Carla watched as he lowered the spoon into the ice cream and rested the cool bowl slightly on his crotch, a sigh of relief escaping his lips, and she chuckled to herself. Slowly, she leaned over, grabbing the spoon in his lap and began twirling the ice cream around the bowl; a naughty little idea entered her mind and she couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at her lips. She picked the bowl up from his lap and pushed her weight against him in order to aid herself up from the couch. "'Well I'm starting to get a little knackered. Ere, I don't suppose there's room in your bed is there, for a little numpty like me tonight?" She whispered seductively.

As much as he wanted to continue resisting her, Peter couldn't deny he was incredibly aroused by the very tone of her velvety voice. He grabbed for her hand to pull himself up. "Go on then, I suppose so," He said, attempting to sound nonchalant but failing quite miserably, as he switched the television off with the remote and allowed Carla to drag him into the next room.

She was taking control again, and he couldn't allow that.

He closed the door behind them, his eyes travelling up and down her body as he approached her. Placing his hands on her hips he pulled her back against his chest, moving in close to smell her hair. One of his arms snaked around her, his palm pressing onto her stomach as his other hand gently swept her hair to one side.

He leaned in closer to her, keeping her held firmly against his body, and with the greatest of tenderness brushed the tip of his nose slowly up her neck before planting a soft kiss just under her jaw. She gasped audibly and her body relaxed once more in his embrace. He smiled into her neck as continued to peck his lips across the soft flesh. While she threw her head back to allow him more access, his gaze shifted to the bowl of ice cream still clutched in her hand, noting with some satisfaction that her knuckles had turned a shade of white as she gripped it tighter between her fingers.

"Put the bowl down, baby." He gently ordered her as he turned her slowly in his embrace, his teeth grazing along her jawline before nipping playfully at her chin.

Carla instead backed away from him, her eyes alit with mischief.

"No," she responded defiantly.

Peter raised his eyebrows, "No?"

"No," She responded firmly, taking the spoon in her fingers and swirling the chocolate ice cream around the bowl before ladling some onto the utensil.

"So what you're saying is you would rather have ice cream than me?" he teased, taking a step closer to her

She shook her head flirtatiously, "I'm saying I'd rather have both…" she responded as she bit her lip, raising the ice cream to her lips and licking it provocatively from the spoon, her eyes not once leaving his.

Peter let out a growl as he launched towards her and ensnared her in a tight embrace. His hand tangled into her hair while his lips feverishly pressed against hers, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth as he savoured the taste of chocolate that now lingered there.

She broke the kiss and pulled back once more, placing the bowl on top of the dresser before sliding her hands into the waistband of his jeans. Her lips brushed his once more as her fingers deftly opened the button and pulled the zipper down. Their kisses became more impassioned as she lightly teased her hands up under his shirt and pushed it up over his head before allowing him to do the same to her top.

"Eh," she managed between kisses, watching as her shirt was carelessly flung across the room, "be careful with that! Your son 'appens to like that top."

"Is that so?" he questioned teasingly while trailing his fingers along her ribcage, "well 'appens I like what lies beneath it much more…"

She giggled against his lips as they once more captured hers and he gently pushed her into a sitting position at the foot of the bed. He knelt at her feet and pulled her boots slowly off followed by her jeans, leaving her clad only in her lacy black bra and knickers. He rose to his feet as she pushed his jeans down his legs and trailed her tongue from his belly button upwards while he kicked off his boxers and socks. She flashed him a feral grin as she rose to her feet, pulling the bedcovers with her before tossing them onto the floor and quickly darted past him to grab the ice cream bowl once again.

"Lie down." She ordered him whilst stirring the contents of the bowl.

She didn't need to ask twice as Peter practically catapulted himself onto the mattress. She shook her head teasingly and made her way over to him stopping just beside him. She took a spoonful of the ice cream and placed a small amount in her mouth, her tongue darted along her lips as she threw her head back, closed her eyes, and let out an appreciative moan.

Peter bit his lip as he watched her from his place on the bed, his fingers idly stroking his member while letting his eyes roam her nearly naked form.

Carla opened her eyes and seductively climbed upon the bed, perching herself so she was straddling him. Her lacy knickers brushed the head of his cock before she sat upon his stomach and he couldn't help the gasp that escaped his lips. Smiling down at him, she scooped another spoonful of the quickly melting ice cream, "Want some?" she asked as she placed the spoon in her mouth, using her tongue to lick it clean in a way that made his cock twitch against her butt cheek. He simply nodded, his eyes unable to remove themselves from hers, but she shook her head in response, taking another generous helping of the cool dessert in her mouth. She leaned across him placing the bowl onto the side table and shimmied herself down his body, taking extra care to ensure the parts of her he longed to touch brushed the part of him she longed to take in her mouth.

Rolling the ice cream in her mouth in its entirety before swallowing, she quickly grabbed hold of his member and darted her tongue along the head. Peter groaned and he arched his back off the bed in pleasure. Her tongue was cold from the ice cream and yet it felt so good as she swirled it around the head of his cock. Before he could absorb the pleasure she slid him into her mouth, maintaining the firm grasp at his base with her free hand. Looking up at him through long eyelashes she slowly moved up and down, her tongue swirling around the head at the top before pushing back down again. She changed up the speed between quick and fast, slow and deliberate, all the while her hand remained firmly at the base, squeezing and stroking in tandem with her mouth's movements. She continued on for minutes on end; her jaw beginning to tire but spurred on by the moans and groans she was drawing from him, and he grabbed ahold of her hair, pulling it slightly as he came in her mouth. She continued to suck as he came down from his orgasm, revelling as he moaned her name, over and over.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up towards him before flipping her over and pinning her beneath him. He pressed a long hard kiss to her mouth, one she returned with equal passion before whispering softly in her ear, "my turn…"

He plucked the spoon out of her hand and tossed it on the side table before turning his attention to her bra and knickers. With the slowest of movements he pulled them from her body and flung them across the room, reaching for the bowl instead that remained beside them on the nightstand. With a naughty grin, he easily poured a trail of ice cream from her chest to her pubic bone. He moved the bowl to her lips and watched as she lapped the bits that had dripped down the side with her tongue. Placing the bowl on the side table he began to make his way down her body, his lips and tongue kissing and licking the chocolatey mess from her velvety skin. She moaned against him, her hands reaching for his head as he made his way down her pubic bone and as he placed himself between her legs.

He knelt between her legs and massaged each with a hand, mesmerized by their softness and silkiness. He proceeded to caress her right leg with feathery light kisses, giving her inner thigh extra attention. When he got to the top of her thigh he moved to her left leg to give it the same attention. Carla could feel his breath on the sensitive flesh between her legs and inhaled sharply as she waited in anticipation. When she felt his tongue lick her most intimate of areas, she gasped, and spread her legs wider to give him better access. With varying speed and pressure, his tongue dragged back and forth, traveling over her clit with each trip.

Peter stopped his licking to gaze up at her from his kneeling position between her legs. "No chocolate needed here." he huskily stated, "you taste amazing as is..." he winked at her before continuing his pleasuring of her.

"Corny..." she responded glibly, hearing him chuckle against her, and she inhaled sharply as his tongue continued to flick against her clit with more persistence

The more her body relaxed the more she was able to respond to Peter's persistent administrations and soon the room was filled with the sound of her moans. As Peter continued his pleasurable assault on her, he lightly ran his hands over her calves, thighs and stomach and up to her bare breasts, which he lightly grazed and pinched. A heat, centered in her nether region began to spread throughout her body as her concentration was consumed with the mastery of his tongue. A moan escaped from the back of her throat when Peter plunged his tongue deeply into her, moving in and out, flicking her engorged bud every time.

One of his muscular arms was wrapped around a thigh as a leg dangled down his back while more and more involuntary gasps escaped her lips. Carla was now gripping the sheets with her right hand as she ran the left through Peter's hair. Her eyes were closed as the moans poured from her lips. The release she craved came when Peter's ravenous licking and suckling of her aroused bud brought her over the edge. She cried out in sheer pleasure as her body convulsed in wave after wave of an orgasm while he held a firm grip on her trembling thighs. After Peter claimed every drop of her orgasm that poured from her with his mouth, he looked up at Carla with a cheeky smile on his face. Her eyes remained closed, and her breathing continued to be ragged and heavy.

He wanted nothing more than to climb over her and plunge into her, but in that moment he decided to extend the torture a little longer, making the decision that she needed a bit more of a punishment before giving her what she and he both craved.

He dipped low again and planted gentle kisses along her centre and pubic bone, getting another moan of sheer contentment from her and he felt her body relax beneath his hands. He continued his slow, leisurely torture of pressing feather-light kisses to her hot and responsive body. His tongue darted along her inner thighs as he made his way down to her knees, chuckling to himself as he knew how much the anticipation would be driving her mad.

"I think…you need…a bit…more punishment…baby…for daring to deny me…earlier tonight…don't you?" he asked between kisses, "of course…you could…just beg…me for forgiveness…"

He received a snort in reply and he giggled a bit. God she was too stubborn to admit defeat, and boy did he love the challenge!

He continued his torturous assault, his lips trailing back up her thighs to her stomach when he paused.

'Was that another snort?' he thought as he heard the same sound again. He lifted his head to see what could have been so funny but her eyes were still closed.

"Carla?" he called gently to her. Upon getting no response, he called her name again a little louder, "Carla?"

He received a mild snore in response.

"no, no no," he whispered despondently as he climbed up her body and lay beside her on the bed. He poked her shoulder with his finger, calling her name again but she simply mumbled incoherently in response before letting out another baby snore.

'...well, shit...'

Peter's face fell, as he collapsed onto his back next to her. Sighing, he reached over and grabbed the duvet from the floor, throwing it over them both, and spooning Carla's body into his. He placed a kiss into the back of her head, hearing her moan his name in her sleep, and he sighed with contentment.

Right now, there was nowhere he'd rather be...