"Coward."
That was it.
No one calls Peter Barlow a coward, especially not Carla Connor.
She had already turned around when Peter changed direction and snaked an arm around her, from behind.
There was no way he was going to let her walk away from him without a fight... not that Carla showed any signs of resistance as he pulled her towards him.
Instead she actually let out an excited groan as he kissed her roughly on the neck.
"Is this you finishing what you started then?" Carla gasped as Peter left wet kisses on the most sensitive part of her neck.
"Open that door… Now."
Carla didn't dare to disobey Peter, whose lips had moved from her neck, to just below her earlobe.
This particular action had an overwhelming affect, on Carla as she clumsily opened the door to Victoria Court.
How they got upstairs is a blur but somehow they made it to the second floor of the building. They stumbled down the hallway and Carla could feel Peter's ever-growing hunger for her as she stuck her key into her front door.
As soon as they were behind closed doors, Peter turned Carla around and kissed her again on her lips. He yanked her leather jacket off her body within seconds and vice versa.
"This... Is… So wrong." Carla said in between illicit kisses and forbidden touches.
"Is it now…" Peter breathed his hands running down her back and over her behind.
"Yeah… I mean… I really... don't want to be doing this…" Carla said their tongues continued to roam in and out of each other's mouths. Peter let out an complacent laugh and then said,
"Is that so? Then how come it's your hand, down my jeans?"
"Shut up Peter." Carla said as they moved deeper into her flat. "I don't want to talk."
"Fine by me." Peter said hitching Carla's dress up and pushing her hard against her kitchen counter.
"I still hate you." Carla said as her red lacy knickers were being hastily pulled right down.
"Yeah well…" Peter said, getting down onto the ground and taking Carla's underwear right off. "There's a thin line between love and hate."
"Love?" Carla said bitterly as Peter stayed put, on the ground and on his knees.
Did Peter actually just mention the world love? This wasn't about love... was it?
"Oh don't you dare go thinking that this is about anything other then sex Peter Barlow." Carla said scathingly.
"I wouldn't dream of it." Peter breathed, "But don't you dare tell me that you love that poncy restaurant owner." he said looking up at Carla from her kitchen floor. At first he was smirking but then the realisation that Carla could very well be in love with another man suddenly became all too real and all too frightening for Peter to cope with. "You…don't love him do you?"
Carla paused. She had never even thought about loving Nick before now and to be thinking about it for the first time just as another man had removed her underwear was completely inappropriate. Peter was now kissing her legs, making his way up her body very slowly and as she felt a euphoric wave of pleasure flow through her body, it became very clear to Carla that she didn't love Nick... not properly.
If she did love Nick she wouldn't have let Peter do what he was currently doing, she wouldn't have let him pleasure her right there in her kitchen, a kitchen where she and Nick had shared many pleasant breakfasts and many romantic nights in.
"You didn't answer my question…" Peter said abruptly stopping what he was doing to Carla and waiting with bated breath for an answer.
"Wh… What question?" Carla stammered, unable to think of anything else but the wonderful yet aching feeling that Peter had just left all over the bottom half of her body. She could barley stand up straight now and as Peter waited for her to speak, he got up from the floor and said a very straightforward,
"Do you love him?"
It was a straight forward question for Peter anyway... not so much for Carla.
After thinking about it for another second or so, she decided that she didn't love Nick, god knows she really wanted to love him though. Nick was the easy option. The safe option. He was kind and he was decent but suddenly it seemed like decent just wasn't enough for Carla anymore.
She should have seen it coming right from the start really. Other than Liam, Carla always had a taste for the older guy, the bad guy, especially the one who always had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and as much as she adored Nick, now that Peter was back in her life so suddenly all she could think about was helping him find his way back into her bed.
"I don't want to talk about Nick… I don't want to talk at all." Carla said trembling and wishing that Peter hadn't of got up off the floor, she desperately wanted him to continue with what he was doing and was still finding it hard to stand up. She was thankful that the kitchen counter was behind her, keeping her steady and standing upright.
She hoped Peter would shut up now. Talking made her feel guilty and guilty wasn't something that she wanted to feel tonight.
"Fine…" Peter nodded, he then paused and gazed around Carla's flat, which she still hadn't decorated properly since the fire. "What do you want to do?"
What a question.
Carla looked Peter up and down for a moment. His breathing was harsh, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, he was clearly just as aroused as she was and the energy between them was so powerful that neither one of them could stop themselves from reaching out and taking hold of each other, Carla had a tight first gripping part of Peter's top whilst he had a hand placed on her hip and began stroking it softly.
Carla contemplated telling Peter to leave... but only for a second. She couldn't fight her urges for a moment longer. She couldn't fight it even if she wanted to, so she slowly began pulling him towards her bedroom by his T-Shirt.
He obeyed her movements and walked as she took control of the situation, she kissed him roughly as they staggered closer to her room and once inside, she pushed him onto her bed with one hard shove.
"One night." Carla said as she closed her bedroom door behind her. Peter nodded at her in awe as she bent down and took off her high heels. Then she grazed her lip with her teeth, leant forward and began yanking his jeans off.
"One night." Peter nodded again as Carla threw his jeans on the floor, followed by his boxers. She took a moment to welcome the delicious sight of a half naked Peter before her and then climbed on top of him.
They kissed hungrily again, letting their tongues explore each other's mouths, Peter sat up right again and pulled Carla with him, so that she was now sat on his lap with her legs either side of his. He gently pushed himself up against her body, the friction between them made Carla take a sudden and sharp breath.
Peter was barley doing anything and yet Carla was already failing to contain her desire for him, she ran a hand under his T-Shirt and was now stroking his chest.
"You sure you only want one night of this?" Peter asked as Carla rolled her hips towards him impatiently.
"Absolutely." Carla nodded although from the amount of pleasure she was receiving just from being sat on Peter's lap, she was sure that she could do this every single night.
She really didn't want to cheat on Nick but Peter just had a hold on her and it was one that she just couldn't shake off, not now and not ever by the looks of things and anyway, it was way too late to turn back now.
"Hmmm" Peter said as he kissed her on the neck again, "Why don't I believe you?" He asked as he took both hands and began pulling Carla's dress up and over her body. The higher her dress got, the more places that Peter placed a kiss, each kiss was different in pressure and in the way he let his tongue slid over her skin. Carla ran her free hand right through his hair and then as Peter kissed a particularly sensitive spot, she gasped and tightened her grip his hair.
Peter groaned out loud and then before Carla knew it, her dressed had been pulled right off and she had been flipped onto her back.
He was back in control and Carla looked up at him in shock as, being put on her back so suddenly had taken her by surprise.
As bad as it made her feel, Carla wasn't ashamed to admit to herself that she hadn't been this turned on since way before Nick.
It wasn't his fault, he just had his way in bed and Peter had his.
Carla told herself that no matter how mind blowing it was with Peter tonight, it was still only going to be for tonight and tonight only.
She didn't want to this to turn into some trashy affair and she definitely didn't want to get back with Peter…
One night with the best she'd ever had was all that she was going to allow herself.
"I'm serious Peter…" Carla said as he pulled his black T-Shirt off and threw it across her bedroom. "I mean it… This is only happening tonight. I want to wake up in the morning and go to work like this never happened." Peter smirked at Carla and positioned himself so that he was ready to completely take control of her body.
"Work?" Peter scoffed, "Trust me Carla… When I'm done with you, you won't even know where work is." He promised.
He was more than ready for what was about to happen and judging by Carla's reaction to what he had just said, so was she but he still didn't close the tiny space that was in between them.
Just to torture Carla a little bit more he lingered above her, he just waited there and watched her struggle to keep a steady breathing pace, she arched her back impatiently and wrapped a hand around Peter's neck.
"What are you waiting for?" She moaned, breathing rigidly and almost digging her nails into his neck, she could barley control herself and they hadn't even done much yet. Carla found that her body was reacting in ways that she had never felt before and this was just from the anticipation of what Peter might do next.
"Tell me you love me." Peter said.
"What?" Carla exhaled, that was the last thing that she was expecting him to have said and it threw her.
She had wanted tonight to be meaningless, to just about the sex but she was starting to see that it wasn't going to be that easy.
She found her self, looking deep into those big brown eyes of Peter's and dreaming of a slightly dysfunctional future with him and now here he was, asking her to declare her love to him.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
"I said tell me you love me… Only for tonight..." Peter insisted, bending forward and placing a energising kiss on Carla's collar-bone, she arched her back again as she felt him leave more kisses and then he reached around and unhooked her bra, just like that.
He threw it behind him and went back to leaving impassioned kisses on her chest.
Any more thoughts that Carla had about Nick Tilsley, had gone right out of the window by this point.
Peter increased the pressure of his lips and was thrilled to have the feeling of Carla's hand in his hair again. As he took his kisses even further down her torso he felt Carla pull on his hair tightly. "Say it Carla…" Peter said, his kisses moving down and onto Carla's flat stomach.
"I said I didn't want to talk, Peter." Carla half moaned as with each kiss, Peter got lower but the pressure increased.
"And I said tell me that you love me." Peter groaned, making Carla gasp for air as he started using his fingers instead of his kisses.
"Oh god!" Carla cried and rather loudly at that.
Every single thing that Peter did to her felt perfect. He obviously hadn't forgotten what she liked in the bedroom and was thoroughly enjoying every single noise that he produced from her body.
Her hands were still buried deep in his hair and just as she felt like she was going to burst, the pleasure suddenly stopped. Her eyes shot open as Peter made his way back up her body, he breathed out and looked right into her eyes.
"Say it… even if you don't mean it… I just want to hear you say it." Peter whispered,
"Peter…" Carla began but she couldn't quite finish her sentence, she wanted to beg him to just get on with it, to stop teasing her and put an end to the very small but almost unbearable space between the lower parts of their bodies.
Peter just licked his lips and ran a finger down her body and then back up again. He'd been her boyfriend/husband for long enough to know exactly what she wanted and what she wanted right now was for him to stop playing these games and give her all that he had.
"Peter… please… stop it… just fuck me." Carla begged, her profanity sending a thrill right through Peter's body. He always loved it when she swore, especially in the bedroom and it was all he could do not to give Carla what she wanted, but he wanted to hear those three words more.
"Say it…" Peter said and he very slowly started to send small but powerful waves of pleasure through Carla's body, he was relentless and didn't give up until Carla couldn't take it any more and almost screamed.
"I love you!"
That was all he needed to hear from her and didn't even give her a chance to catch her breath before kissing her again.
The moment he entered her body, Carla knew that this probably wouldn't be a one-night thing.
She almost couldn't think straight as Peter continued to show her just what she had been missing all this time she'd been with Nick.
With each thrust Peter was totally relishing the effect he was having on Carla and as she writhed underneath him he took even more pleasure in asking,
"Is Nick still better than me?"
As Peter smirked down at her, Carla couldn't even begin pretend that she found this extreme cockiness that he had, unattractive.
"What did I say about talking?" Carla panted as Peter upped his game and thrusted even harder.
"Is… Nick better than me… answer me." Peter asked her again. Carla tried not to answer him and just enjoy the moment but of course he knew exactly what he was doing and kept asking Carla, she ignored him at first but she had an idea of what was coming and sure enough Peter stopped moving until she answered him.
"No…" She panted breathlessly when she wasn't able to wait any longer, when she wasn't able to lie anymore. Her brain was hooked on Peter and it was almost as if he controlled everything, from her mind right down to her body. "Happy now?"
"Hell yes." Peter grinned smugly.
"Good" Carla breathed reaching around Peter and grabbing hold of one of his bum cheeks and making him chuckle. "Now… where were we?"
They didn't just have sex once, they had sex three times and the only reason they probably didn't go for a fourth was because they were both completely shattered.
Each time was accompanied by promises. Promises that what was happening was only going to be a one night thing. Promises that whenever Peter left her flat, then that it would be the end of it.
Carla told Peter that she'd never completely trust him again and Peter told Carla that he was way too messed up to even think about getting back together with her.
Normally Carla would have been wondering what on earth Peter meant by that comment but it was long before they were both preoccupied.
They didn't speak again after that, well apart from more promises that they would only do this one more time.
Carla doesn't even remember how they fell asleep but she woke up, butt naked on her side and to find an empty space next to her, she sat up and took a look around.
Her black dress and red bra were in a heap on the floor, the bed sheets were completely wrecked and when Carla got up and off her bed she took a look in the mirror.
It was almost if she saw a difference person looking back. It was the reflection of a cheater a satisfied cheater but a cheater none the less.
She had dark circles under her eyes due to the fact that she hadn't even bothered to take off her make up last night.
Taking off her make up, was a ritual that Carla practised every night before going to bed but now it seemed like she had a new religion… and a bad one at that.
Peter had fulfilled very single desire that she'd had and more and as Carla looked around her empty bedroom, she was more than annoyed to see that he had obviously scarpered.
If he had even been there in the first place that is, after all last night had really seemed like some sort of wicked dream and as Carla tried to piece together all of the events that had gone on, she still couldn't be sure that it wasn't a dream.
It wasn't a dream though and here's how Carla knew... after getting dressed and storming furiously into her living room, she saw a piece of paper on her kitchen counter. She knew for sure that it wasn't there last night and rushed over to read what it said.
Carla
Now you know that I'm not the type of man to just walk out on a woman after spending the night with her but as we were both so determined that it was only going to be a one-night thing I thought it would be better that I was gone by the time you wake up.
I wont bore you with the details of why I came back… just know that last night was not planned by any means. I had no intentions of it happening but now that it has I have to say I won't be able to forget it and who knows maybe one day soon, I'll be back for more.
I'm glad that you are happy, I truly am but I'll be honest with you, I hope that the next time your having sex with Nick… I hope you realise that he doesn't make you moan as loud as I did, that he doesn't make you scream as loud as I did and that he is actually nothing compared to me.
Don't be mad at yourself for cheating on him.
Blame me.
I obviously made you set the bar so high that no one could even come close to making you feel the way that I do.
Peter.
P.S. Thanks for telling me that you loved me, it was amazing to hear even if it was just for one night.
"Cocky son of a bitch." Carla muttered to herself as she indignantly scrunched up the piece of paper and threw it across her kitchen.
She stood aimlessly for a while, trying to comprehend everything that Peter had written and then there was a knock on her door...