I can't seem to stop writing this one...
Peter left Carla at the factory that night but only after another hot and sweaty session of sex, that is.
They had both talked about their current situation and as totally wrong and screwed up as it was, they knew that they just couldn't stop now.
Giving one another up was not an option at this point.
It would have been foolish for them to pretend like they could just go back to their mundane everyday lives.
They simply had to have each other, even if it was by illegitimate means.
Before leaving Carla to get on with the rest of her filing Peter said,
"I'll come and see you again soon, I promise."
The promise that he would return soon was something she'd heard before but as he had actually delivered and in ways that she couldn't have possibly imagined, especially inside her factory, Carla knew that Peter definitely would be back.
She had been at home with Nick, seven days later, when she had realised it was exactly two weeks since that night where it had first began again with Peter.
Thoughts of that night still sent her off into a sensual day dream and now she had the factory night to add to it, Carla was often caught by her employees and friends in an almost trance like state.
She had been wondering if his visits were going to be a weekly thing and was on her sofa whilst Nick was in the kitchen cooking again like the good little boyfriend that he was, when she realised that it was Thursday again.
She was nervous at first, wondering if the door would go and Peter would make his presence known but he didn't.
Instead she spent a nice and quiet evening in with Nick, they drank wine and watched movie, it truly was beautiful only it was ruined as they went into Carla's bedroom to go to bed.
The last man in that bed should have been Nick but of course it wasn't, she had been putting off letting Nick in her bed again, making sure that they went to his place instead of hers or that they just stayed on the sofa.
There seemed to be no stopping Nick this time and as he began undressing Carla she felt herself trying hard not to let him put her onto her bed.
In the end Nick had got his way and it made Carla feel rather terrible, not because she'd had a perticualrly bad time with Nick, in fact it was far from that but it was because deep down inside, she still couldn't not get that wild night two weeks ago with Peter out of her mind.
As Nick peacefully fell asleep next to her, she lay awake and would have been lying to herself if she said that she weren't slightly disappointed that Peter hadn't come over after all.
The normal life she had been living with Nick had been really lovely but there was a part of her that craved the danger and excitement that only being with Peter could bring.
She knew it was selfish and that to be thinking about Peter so much was criminal but she was completely powerless to stop her thoughts from shifting over to him as she lay next to her boyfriend.
She wondered if maybe Peter somehow knew that Nick was round hers and that he'd come over on Friday instead, only he didn't.
He didn't come on Friday and Carla was beginning to think that after the way she acted last time, that Peter might not come back at all.
Their conversation on the factory stairs had been the closest that they had got to talking about their personal lives and she thought that maybe her guilt trip was just too much for Peter to handle.
She thought that whilst he had comforted her, their exchange was way too emotional for his liking and that was why he hadn't come round on Thursday but it wasn't that at all.
The real reason that Peter hadn't come to see her was extremely far from what she was thinking but we'll get into that another time.
Saturday came, Nick had reluctantly gone out for the day with his family so Carla had spent her time thinking about what she would say to Peter if he ever turned up again.
Luckily for her... He did.
She wasn't expecting him to come over that night and was midway through a glass of wine at around eight pm, when there was a knock on her front door.
She had music blaring into her flat but she still heard it.
She heard it because the knock was loud, impatient and one that she had been waiting for since last Thursday.
She tried not to rush over to the door and took a deep breath before answering it, because after all she didn't want to look too keen.
She didn't want to look as if she had been waiting all week for this moment, no longer than that, she had been waiting for it ever since Peter had left her that night at the factory.
She slowly opened her front door to find Peter stood on her doorstep, dressed in a sharp black suit and black shoes.
"Hey…" Peter said, he hoped that he sounded casual and not like he had just all the breath knocked right out of him because Carla looked almost unbelievable.
Dressed in skin-tight black jeans with rips at the knees, a low cut black vest and black sky-high boots, Carla knew that her appearance was more than knocking Peter for six.
Her plump lips were painted a bright shade red and her hair had just been freshly washed and straightened.
"N just where ave you been?" she asked as Peter's eyes went up and down her body twice more.
"Busy." He stammered, finally meeting her gaze with an alluring smile.
"Busy?" Carla asked curiously, the fact that she had no idea where he was living right now and what was going on in his life, drove her crazy.
"Yeah busy." Peter replied but not giving anything away as usual.
"You better come in then." Carla said moving out the way so that she could welcome Peter into her flat. Before he could pounce towards her like they both desperately wanted, Carla had said, "Sit down at the table."
"Excuse me?" Peter said taking off his suit jacket and chucking it on Carla's sofa.
"I said sit down." Carla said pointing at her dining room table. She still had music blaring but she knew that Peter heard her just fine and he was just questioning her motives.
After all, you don't have no strings attached sex with someone and then invite him or her to sit down at your dining room table do you?
Then again… Peter wasn't just someone and as Carla went over to her speakers and turned the music down a fraction, she knew that they had to lay down some ground rules.
"Right." Carla said, sitting down at the opposite end of the table to him.
"Am I in trouble... I feel like I'm at school or something." Peter said, half anxious, half turned on by the situation that Carla had him in.
"You're not in trouble... well not yet anyway." Carla said provocatively, Peter couldn't quite get to grips with the red lipstick and the way it was perfectly applied to her lips. It was so immaculate that it had him wanting to ruin it in all sorts of filthy ways. "What?" Carla asked upon watching his expression.
"Nothing... I was just admiring your lipstick." Peter said not taking his eyes off her, knowing that his intense gaze usually had a rather large effect on Carla.
"Is that so? Well you can borrow it any time ya like." Carla winked, Peter chuckled and then shook his head at her, already feeling the immense pressures of his life over the past week fading away, just by being in her presence.
"I don't want to borrow your lipstick Carla... I want to smuge the hell out of it... so get on with it n tell me why we're sitting ere like this, instead of getting undressed?"
"Well things got a little... much last time. If me n you are seriously going to do this… then I think we need to ave some rules."
"Rules?" Peter said with an eyebrow raised,
"Yeah rules, things that we're not allowed to do..." Carla explained trying not to stare too much because she kept finding her self looking deep into his eyes.
"Okay… although next thing I know you'll be getting me to sign a contract." Peter grinned.
"Don't tempt me." Carla said shaking her head very slowly with a smirk.
Peter found the lustful way that she was looking at him, such a turn on that he was finding it very difficult to sit still.
The fact that she was so far away from him, right at the other end of her dining table was almost torturous because he could almost taste her and feel her touch.
He could smell her perfume and whilst it was a new one of hers, it was a delicious scent that he couldn't wait to get closer to.
"So… these rules then?" Peter said leaning back in his chair a little and licking his lips. "What did ya ave in mind?"
"Well… first of all, I don't want to talk about Nick." Carla said,
"Fine by me." Peter said shrugging but this didn't convince Carla so she continued.
"I'm serious Peter, you may say that now but halfway through sex, I don't want you asking me who does it better." Peter laughed complacently and nodded at Carla in a way that she just couldn't help but grin at.
"Okay… that sounds fair… but since you don't want to talk about Nick, I say that we don't talk about our personal lives period." Peter said.
Carla stopped for a moment.
She knew this was coming.
She knew that Peter wouldn't want to talk about what was going on in his "messed up life" and although it killed her not to know what he was up to, she had to agree... didn't she?
She had to nod and say,
"Fair enough." Because if she didn't, then what right did she have not to tell Peter not to mention Nick.
"So rule number one, No personal lives." Peter said nodding, "What's rule number two?" he asked, as if the whole rule thing had suddenly been his idea.
"Well I gotta be honest with you Peter I don't like the idea of you just turning up ere whenever you fancy it." Said Carla.
"Oh but I think you do." Peter boasted, "I mean don't tell me you don't get a little thrill out of wondering when I'm going to come round next and blow your mind."
"My god you are smug." Carla said picking up her glass of wine and downing the rest of it right in front of him. He watched her as she left a red-lip-shaped stain on her wine glass and then said,
"Trust me Carla… you'd be smug if you were me."
"Oh really? Why's that then?" Carla asked, getting up off her chair to take her empty glass over to her kitchen.
"Just take a look in the mirror darlin and you'll see why I'm so smug." Peter said as she began walking away from him, he shamelessly had his eyes on her behind as she walked past him. "You're honestly the sexiest thing that I've ever seen."
Carla went into her kitchen and didn't let Peter see the gigantic smile that she now had on her face thanks to his compliment and then she realised that she shouldn't be smiling at all.
This wasn't supposed to be a situation where they were going to be giving each other compliments and praise, it was supposed to be about the sex and nothing else.
She washed her glass up quickly and then made her way back over to the dining room table, as she sat back down on her chair she watched Peter yawn and it reminded her of her next rule.
"Rule number two, no sleeping together." She said, Peter looked back at her confused and said,
"Come again?"
"I mean… we cannot be getting ourselves into situations where me n you fall asleep together, so once you've shot your load you're out of ere."
"Okay." Peter chuckled at her candidness and then nodded because she was right, falling asleep together was something that could be very dangerous and that could manifest a whole load of feelings, feelings that Peter really didn't want to talk about, even if he and Carla had both professed their love for each other during the last time that they were together.
"That also brings me onto my next rule… no mention of the L word... ever." Carla said, almost on the same wavelength as Peter now. He grinned that oh so smug grin of his again and as he licked his lips for probably about the fourth time that night, Carla wondered if he knew just how much he was doing that and also if he knew just how much it turned her on.
"Hold on…" he began sitting upright and placing both arms on the table. "What if… I'm pleasuring you so much, what if it's just that amazing that you just can't seem to find any other way to say, Peter I bloody love how that feels… do it some more. What then eh?" he asked. Carla rolled her eyes at his cockiness and just said,
"I think I'll manage."
"If you say so." Peter said. It was a few desirable, eye contact exchanges later when he then spoke again. "So am I allowed to make up any rules ere? Cause it seems to me you've chosen all the ones we ave so far." he said, putting his hands together and not taking his eyes off Carla, who was still sat so torturously away from him that he was still completely unable to keep the bottom half of his body still.
"I'm open to suggestions." Carla grinned, looking down at her watch and checking the time, Peter watched her do this and as she looked back up at him, asked,
"Somewhere you ave to be?"
"Yes actually." She said as Peter's face dropped, "Why? Did you think that I was sat ere looking like this just in case you decided to show your face?" It was her turn to look smug now.
Even though she was intrigued to find out more about what Peter was doing with his life these days, she immensely enjoyed being able to flaunt her pretty damn good life in his face.
"I've got a rule." Peter said, looking slightly annoyed now rather than cocky. Carla nodded at him and he then said, "We don't tell anyone about this."
Okay…
So Carla wasn't expecting that to be one of his rules, in fact she was amazed she hadn't thought about it herself for that matter.
"Fine." She said not able to think of any objections to this rule because there really wasn't any.
"So... you aven't even told Michelle about this?" Peter asked, unsure that Carla could keep something like this from her best friend.
"No I aven't." Carla replied truthfully.
"You sure?" Peter asked with a raised eyebrow because Carla and Michelle were way too close not to talk about stuff like this and he wouldn't have been surprised if Michelle didn't already know about his little visits.
"I said No didn't I?" Carla said, "Unless you've told someone, no one knows about this. I mean wasn't exactly planning on running around Weatherfield n telling everyone about the fact that I'm cheating on my boyfriend."
"That actually brings me to my next rule… no guilt trips." Peter said upon Carla's mention of her boyfriend. "When you're with me… I don't want to hear a single guilty word leave those irresistible lips of yours."
"You won't." Carla promised, keeping her cool although the way Peter had said irresistible had her even more aroused than before. "I already told you… when I with you, something takes hold of me… all I feel is you."
"Good." Peter said, his arrogant smile slowly but surely creeping back on his face.
There was another sexually charged silence before Carla got up off her chair and walked over to Peter.
"Get up." She demanded in a way that made Peter rise off the chair instantly and meet her face to face. He wasn't quite sure what she was going to do but the last thing he had been expecting was for her to hold her hand out.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Well I think that's enough rules for now don't you? Let shake on em and if we think of anymore we'll discuss it at a later date." Carla said looking down at her watch again.
"Hmmm it seems like you're in a bit of a rush." Peter grinned.
"Oh I am." Carla nodded and then she remembered something, "Wait… we didn't finish talking about the fact that you never tell me when you're coming ere..."
"I think it's better like that…" Peter said moving closer to Carla and to her delight, invading her personal space. "Me turning up when you least expect it. It's more exciting." Carla moved away from Peter slowly as he had gotten so close to her that their trembling bodies were touching.
"Fine… ave it your way then." She breathed, walking backwards, then she put her hand on Peter's chest to stop him from getting any closer to her. She stared right into his eyes for a moment and then said, "So… that's no talking about our personal lives, no sleeping together, no mentions of love and no telling anyone about this."
"Sounds about right." Peter nodded as Carla moved her hand from his chest and held it back out in front of him to shake. "What happens if we break these rules?" Peter then asked.
"We won't." Carla said, she was desperate for Peter to shake her hand so that they could get started but of course Peter being Peter made sure that he lingered in front of her for a moment. "What are you doing?" she sighed in a state of frustration as Peter reached out and gently touched her bottom lip with his thumb. He then rested his hand behind her ear, with his thumb on her cheek.
"Your lips... I just can't explain what they are doing to me right now... They are mesmerising." He said, moving closer to her once more, first gazing at her mouth and then down at her body.
"So are your eyes." Carla whispered, her own gaze fixated on his deep brown eyes and the way that they were watching her. She then realised that she was staring just that little bit too much. That her and Peter were almost crossing a line of some sort, taking in each other way too much for people who insisted that they were just after sex.
As he looked up and met her eyes, Peter suddenly felt that way too, that he was getting way too lost in Carla. He shuffled back slightly and then bit down on his own bottom lip. He knew he couldn't let himself get too close to her and that these rules he had been taking the mick out of, were definitely a good idea.
"Erm... Where were we?" He asked honestly not able to remember anything other than the way Carla had just looked at him.
"The rules." Carla reminded, trying to stay composed yet all the while inside aching from the way Peter had just made her feel.
"Oh right..." Peter complacently acted like he was genuinely going over their new rules in his head even though he was yearning for Carla just as much as she was for him.
"Peter!" She exclaimed, impatiently stamping her foot like a child does when they don't get something that they want.
Peter laughed silently and went to finally shake Carla's hand.
The feeling that they both got when their hands touched, was one that could only be described as electric... no magnetic in fact.
It was as if a simple touch sent a wave of unimaginable, powerful energy between them.
They let go of each other simultaneously and just watched each other... For about a second.
Peter went to kiss Carla, to ruin that perfect lipstick of hers but she put a finger up to his own lips and shook her head.
"What now?" He sighed frustratedly and resting his forehead against hers.
"I've got plans tonight." Carla said wickedly, knowing full well that what she was doing was enough to drive Peter to madness.
"Well cancel em." Peter said trying to kiss Carla again, she raised another finger to his lips and shook her head again.
"I'm not cancelling anything, what kind of person would I be If I cancelled a night out with my best friend, for a night in with you." Carla said still with a finger pressed against Peter's lips. She had been planning to move it away but she didn't move quickly enough because Peter's mouth suddenly opened and he gently bit Carla on her finger. "Oi!" She cried, half laughing and half in shock from what he had just done.
"Well that's what you get for teasing me." Peter said.
"I am not teasing you Peter, I genuinely ave plans."
"You're going out with Michelle? Carla you can do that anytime… I'm only ere for tonight... I mean... does Michelle ever make you feel like I do?" Peter then leant forward and kissed Carla in her favourite and most sensitive part of her collar bone. She moaned gently as his wet lips touched her skin, then she reached up and grabbed a fistfull of his hair.
"Well there was that one time…" she said with a seductive smirk.
"Don't you dare…" Peter groaned, he was already extremely aroused without thinking about what Carla was just implying. She laughed naughtily at him and pushed him away as his kisses went up to her neck.
"Peter…" she began but Peter was too exasperated to let her continue.
"Don't do this to me Carla… not tonight eh?" Peter said and this was the first time that Carla saw Peter not in control of the situation and she had to admit that she secretly loved it.
"Do what?" She asked, loving the effect she was having on him. "I've told you… I ave places to be…"
"So why the hell let it get this far eh? You cannot leave me like this, it's just cruel Carla... I want you so fucking bad." Peter breathed, unable to calm himself down even if he wanted to.
"I want you too and If you had of let me finish…" Carla smirked, "Then you would ave heard me say that I'm meeting Chelle in half n hour so that just means that you ave to work quickly."
"Oh… I knew that." Peter said rather sheepishly and in a way that Carla found incredibly cute.
"Mmmmhmm." She said, grinning properly this time, her teeth exceptionally white against the red lip-stick that she had on. She reached forward and pulled Peter towards her by his tie, she had wondered why he was dressed so smartly but as they weren't supposed to talk about things like that, she just walked him over to her dinning room table. "Let's do it ere." She then flashed him a dirty grin and said, "Just one thing though... if you dare mess up my hair and make up… I'll kill ya."
"Well in that case…" Peter said, spinning Carla around in one swift motion and pushing her up against the table, so that his torso was pressed right up against her back. "How's that?"
"Perfect." Carla said as Peter put an arm around her and undid her jeans from behind, she was glad because it seemed like she and Peter wouldn't be having any eye contact on this one and eye contact was something that they both had dangerously enough of tonight.
Once her jeans were undone and then pulled right down in one swift motion, Carla leant forward and rested each hand on the table that was in front of her.
Amongst all the lust and desire that she was feeling right now, she also felt a wave of relief run through her body.
She didn't need to worry anymore, she and Peter had rules now.
They wouldn't talk about their personal lives and they wouldn't do all the romantic couple stuff either.
They would just thoroughly enjoy being together... sexually, physically and definitely not emotionally, because emotionally meant feelings and feelings were supposed to be something that neither of them had anymore, they were gone, buried deep in a world full of "meaningless" sex and wicked games.
It's just a shame that feelings don't stay buried for long.