Soooooooooo sorry I have waited so long before updating this one.
I have missed writing it soooo much because it's one of my faves.
Enjoy...
Carla opened her front door and stood in the door fame, waiting for Peter to come up stairs.
Her heart was pounding as she waited and she was almost shaking at the thought of what she might see.
"It's Peter…"
Just that small sentence scared the life out of her.
It was in the way his voice broke.
It was in the way that she could instantly tell that he was crying just by the sound of his breathing and the thought of Peter crying so freely worried her to no end.
By the time she saw him… her heart felt as if it was about to burst right through her chest.
Peter still had tears in his eyes as he walked up the steps towards her, his breathing was still rigid and he was only wearing a black T-Shirt and jeans even though the weather outside had started to get cold and he must have been freezing on the walk here.
Carla wondered where on earth he had come from and had hoped it was only from his Dad's and not somewhere else.
Her throat was dry and she had to clear it before speaking.
Seeing the man she loved in such a state was highly disturbing but she tried her very best to remain strong... for Peter's sake only.
"Peter…" Carla called softly, holding out her arms as he stumbled up the last few steps.
For a very small moment she wondered if maybe… just maybe he had been drinking but when she looked deep into his brown eyes she saw nothing but pain.
Pain and devastation.
"Peter, what is it?" She asked as he walked towards her and sniffed hard, as if now that he was face to face with her, he was trying to act brave.
He didn't answer her.
In fact he didn't say anything, he just blinked through those last remaining tears and took hold of the hands that Carla had held out for him.
She pulled him towards her in an embrace and hoped that this hug would be what he needed to start speaking again.
She didn't say much this time, she just held him close and gently stroked his back supportively but sill there was nothing.
He said absolutely nothing.
Instead, he eventually pulled away from Carla but it was only so he could get in the position to passionately press his lips against hers.
He did it in such a forceful and dominant way that it sent them both flying towards her front door.
Normally Carla would have pushed him away.
Normally she would have stopped it because she knew that whatever was on Peter's mind was something big, especially due to the fact that she could almost feel his heart pound beneath his T-Shirt.
Normally she would try to stop him from kissing her this way because he was clearly distressed about something huge but in this current situation she was utterly powerless.
After all, it had been almost a month since she and Peter had had any form of sexual contact and even though every moral bone in her body told her to stop this and make him talk, Carla knew that she had to let her desires be fed… even if it was just for tonight.
When their lips had touched, Peter's hand had gone straight into Carla's hair and before she could even comprehend what was happening, she was completely taken over by his kiss.
She let his tongue explore her mouth whilst they continued to move sideways into her flat.
Even thought it had been a while... weeks, a month in fact, they still moved perfectly together, in a rhythm that meant they didn't have to even stop what they were doing to make sure that the door behind them closed shut.
He effortlessly spun her around and her foot kicked the door closed whilst their hands became re-acquainted with each other's bodies.
"Peter…" Carla said when he finally stopped kissing her and when they had a few seconds for some air, "Darlin… please… tell me what's wrong." She watched as he shook his head slowly at her and licked his lips in a state of disorganised arousal.
On one hand Peter wanted to stop there, to take Carla over to her sofa and tell her everything that was on his mind because he was utterly distraught and on the other hand all he wanted was her touch.
He just wanted her embrace.
He just wanted her to hold him close.
He thought about things for a second and then went for the second option… deciding that maybe he wasn't quite ready to reveal the horrible circumstances that brought him to her flat on that cold night.
Carla watched whilst Peter contemplated his next actions and what he was going to do next was clear by the sharp intake of breath that he took.
Their next kiss was so intense, so mighty, that Carla felt her legs go weak.
Reminiscent of the start of their affair… of that night when he turned up in Weatherfield again and when he had turned Carla's world upside down, Peter and his tongue, guided her towards her kitchen.
She groaned into his lips as his hands ran all over the black dress that she had carefully selected earlier because she was supposed to be meeting Michelle for a night on the town later on that night.
Naturally, that night on town with Michelle never happened.
Instead… just like that first night, Peter took complete control and Carla let him guide her over to her kitchen counter.
She let him hitch up her dress and take hold of her red knickers.
She let him get down on both knees to pull them down and she let him help her step out of them.
Her breathing was harsh due to how much longer she couldn't wait for Peter to begin on her body and she was about to let him start placing soft kisses on her legs and thighs, just like he had done in the past... but he didn't.
He paused.
He was still sat on his knees and breathing just as rigidly as before.
He didn't do or say anything at first.
He just sat there and then… then he suddenly wrapped his arms around Carla's bare legs and completely broke down.
"Peter…" she breathed, in shock because once again he was in another uncontrollable state of tears as he clung onto her.
"I'm sorry…" he eventually got out, almost chocking on his tears as he spoke.
He had so hoped he would have been able to get through this.
That he would have been able to spend some time forgetting everything that he had heard over the evening but no, here he was, on the floor like a child and unable to stop himself from almost bawling at Carla's feet.
"Sorry?" She stammered, almost in tears herself at the sight of Peter vulnerably clinging on to her legs. "Peter, what on earth for?"
"I… I just didn't know where else to go." Peter said, shaking his head as Carla gently pushed him away from her. She got down onto the floor so that she was sat in front of him and said,
"Don't be ridiculous… what did I tell you eh? Anytime you want to talk… I'm ere…" She had guessed that all of this was to do with his Ken's illness.
She had guessed that even though Peter had remained very strong and positive about his Dad's illness over the past weeks, something must have triggered this reaction, something must have happened for Peter to so suddenly become this distraught.
"Yeah but you were meant to be out with Chelle tonight…" Peter sniffed, thinking about how Carla had made her plans for the evening mighty clear when they had spoken earlier on that day.
It had only been a quick phone conversation but it was a conversation of joy and it really had put Peter in a good mood... until now.
"Chelle can wait…" Carla said softly, staring at Peter and looking concerned yet still in awe also.
It was unnerving to see Peter this way and she was desperate to find out what triggered these tears but also, at the same time she didn't want to push him into anything.
So, they sat in silence for a moment.
On her kitchen floor and both in front of one another.
After a while they both readjusted their sitting positions so that they were sat on their bottoms rather than uncomfortably on their knees.
The silence was full of the sounds of their breathing and every so often Peter would clear his hoarse throat.
"Do… you want a brew?" Carla asked, after a few more moments of unbearable silence.
"No…" Peter said, shaking his head and staring straight back at her. "Just you."
"You've got me…" Carla began, leaning forward and taking hold of one his hands. "Always Peter and whatever has happened… I'll still be ere, okay?"
Peter nodded at Carla and held her hand tight, knowing that what she had just said to him was one-hundred per-cent truth.
There was a gulp, a sniff and then Peter started to speak.
"It's me Dad…"
"Yeah… I thought as much." Carla replied when Peter paused, she kept hold of his hand and waited patiently for him to continue.
"He's… giving up…" Peter eventually said and a rogue tear fell down his cheek as he said the words he wished that he never had to.
"What?" Carla replied quietly, "I don't… get it… isn't he due to start his next round of chemo tomorrow?"
"Yes… but he said he's not going… he said no more… that he's taking back control of his life." Peter said, shaking his head because he just couldn't understand… any of it.
Earlier on that evening Ken had sat down his two children and told them that he had made the decision to not have any more treatment.
He told them that his Doctor had revealed that the chemotherapy he had the first time around hasn't achieved any real results.
He told that his Doctor also said that this next round of chemotherapy would have to be at a higher dosage and frequency which would leave him feeling a hell of a lot worse than he had done the first time.
He told Peter and Tracy that the past few weeks he had spent without having to have any chemotherapy had been totally joyous.
He told them that he actually felt wonderful, that the weeks he had spent with his family and friends had made him truly content.
He told them that the very last thing he wanted to do tomorrow was to let go of how wonderful his life was and go back to feeling the worst he had ever done in his life.
Ken told his children that he hadn't taken this decision lightly, that he had thought about it lots and lots… he said that whenever the time for him to die came… he was ready… he was ready to join his beloved Deirdre.
As Ken expected, Tracy and Peter did not take any this news well but in very different ways.
Tracy burst into tears first but she surprised Ken because straight away she said that she understood.
She said she couldn't imagine how her Dad must be feeling and even though his decision was a very upsetting one, she would support him the whole way through it.
Peter's reaction also surprised Ken because it was the opposite to what he had been expecting.
It surprised Ken because out of his two children Ken thought that Tracy would have been the one not to understand… not Peter.
Peter was the more rational child out of the two, the one who thought things through the most and the one who had been remaining the strongest throughout this whole ordeal.
"Dad… you can't do this…" Peter said, "You can't just give up like this… you can't let this thing end your life."
"Peter… I'm an old man… I've lived a life and a pretty full one at that." Ken began, "I want to spend what ever time I have left being happy."
"And what about us?" Peter cried, shocking everyone at the table, which they had been sat at as he raised his voice. "We're your family Dad… Do you not care what we have to say on the matter?"
"No… not really…" Ken began, causing Peter to become even more erratic. "As horrible as it is to hear Peter… this is not your choice, it's mine."
"That's really unfair." Peter said, not really thinking about the situation properly at all, he was just too upset at the thought of his Dad dying to function properly.
"Well Peter… I'm sorry but I won't feel obliged to take on this next set of chemotherapy just because you think it's unfair." Ken said, "I want to spend as much time with you, Tracy, Amy, Simon… my friends as possible and I want to do it as me… As the old saying goes… it's quality not quantity Peter."
Ken really didn't expect Peter to have reacted the way he did to this comment.
He didn't expect Peter to shout so much.
He didn't expect call him selfish, to say that ever since he was a kid he thought his Dad was selfish and for him to have stormed out of the house they way he did but he understood it all and he knew that once Peter had really thought about everything he would understand.
"Peter…" Carla said, once he had explained everything to her properly. "I get it… the way you're feeling… I really do but… I think your Dad is making the right choice."
"What?" Peter cried, "How on earth?..." He was on the verge of tears as Carla moved closer to him and said,
"Peter… you saw what the chemo was doing to your Dad… it made him weak… he wasn't himself you know that." Carla said, "Is that really what you want your last memories of him to be? A man you barley recognise?"
"They might not be the last memories Carla… he could get through this… he could fight it... I know he could." Peter sniffed, although it was clear that now all of this had had a chance to sink in, he understood a little more about the decision his Dad had made.
"Yeah… he could fight it… but he might not be able to and most of all he doesn't want to… not anymore" Carla said.
"That's selfish…" Peter said, again not really thinking properly about any of this.
"No Peter… you're being selfish." Carla replied, slightly worried about annoying Peter but saying it anyway because it needed to be said. "Darlin do you really want your Dad to go through endless chemotherapy sessions just because you're scared about loosing him?"
Peter didn't answer Carla this time because ultimately he knew that she was one hundred per-cent right… and he hated that.
"This chemo… Peter, it's eaten away at him as well as the cancer has done… It's heart wrenching but I can totally understand why he's made this decision and you know what?" Carla paused as Peter looked down at his hands instead of her like he had been doing.
She took her free hand and lifted his chin so that his eyes were now level with hers and said,
"I reckon you understand your Dad a lot more then you're letting on."
"No." Peter replied, shaking his head but not at all convincingly. "I don't understand… not at all… I don't understand how he can leave us… he can't Carla… he can't do this… not my Dad... he can't die."
"Yes he can Peter…" Carla said delicately, "Everyone has to go at some point and your Dad just wants to have some sort of say in the situation that's all… The only reason you're behaving this way is because you're in shock that's all."
Peter nodded, defeated, heart broken and feeling guilty for the way he reacted.
He sniffed again and put his head into his hands, which made Carla lean even more forward and put her arms right around him.
"I'm scared Carla…" Peter sobbed, into her chest. "So scared."
"I know baby… you have every right to be as well but this is completely your Dad's decision I'm afraid… n even if you really do hate it… even if it scares the shit out of you, you've got to respect it." Carla replied, stroking his head softly and kissing him on the part that was next to her lips. "It's going to take time for you to get used to all this that's all."
They both stayed in that heap on the floor in front of Carla's kitchen counter for a long while.
Long enough for Carla's phone to start ringing and ringing because it was now nine pm and she was supposed to have met Michelle half an hour ago.
Carla didn't answer it, she just sat with her arms tightly around Peter and closed her eyes until he said quietly,
"I was… so horrible to him."
"He'll understand…" Carla said with a soft sigh, "I know he will."
"I hope he will." Peter sniffed, sitting up and wiping his eyes. as Carla's phone, which she had left on coffee table earlier began ringing again. "You should probably answer that."
"It'll be Chelle…" She said, getting up off the floor and ruffling the hair on Peter's head affectionately as she walked away from him. "Ello…" She said knowing she was about to get an earful.
Peter watched Carla as she apologised to her best friend and as she said that something unexpected came up.
As he climbed to his feet, he wondered just how much of this story Michelle was actually buying and as Carla hung up, he shook his head at her and said a very heart felt and apologetic,
"I'm sorry for turning up like this… I've ruined your night out haven't I?"
"No…" Carla said, putting her phone down and shaking her head. "Seriously Peter, I'd so rather you come ere than be doing something else…" She trailed off as she thought about what Peter could have done when feeling this low. "Chelle sounded a little pissed but oh well… I'll deal with her tomorrow."
Carla then smirked as she glanced down at her underwear, which was on the floor right by where Peter was stood, he saw the look on her face and followed her gaze over to the red knickers which were only centimetres by his feet.
"Pass em over then." Carla said as Peter continued to look down.
"Do I ave to?" He grinned prompting Carla to let out one of her famous dirty giggles and say,
"Yes you do… It's hardly appropriate for me to go to your Dad's place without me knickers on is it?" Peter had been in the middle of picking up Carla's underwear when he heard what she had said.
"Eh?" He asked, standing up right.
"I reckon we should go n let him know you're okay don't you?" Carla said.
"You don't ave to come…" Peter said, "You can meet Michelle…"
"I know… I want to come… if that's okay with you." Carla said, reaching forward as Peter handed over her red knickers. She smirked again as she took them off him and he looked sheepishly away as she bent down to put them back on. "So..." Carla said once she was done, "Is it okay if I come… with you."
"Sure." Peter nodded unable to ignore the suggestiveness of what Carla just said.
As hard as it was… to ignore the great and incredibly sexual atmosphere between them, they both left Carla's flat.
They took the short walk across from Victoria Court towards Number One Coronation Street and on the way there, of course they just had to bump into Nick Tilsley.
Peter and Carla were just walking next to each other, barley even touching but it was clear that their company still totally affected Nick.
No one said anything of course.
Peter didn't have the energy in him to say or do anything, Nick didn't have the guts and Carla didn't see the point.
So after an awkward moment of eye contact Nick continued walking.
Instead of walking through the gap that Carla and Peter had left, he walked around them and Peter watched as Nick entered the pub looking extremely sorry for himself.
"Come on…" Carla sighed heavily, she made Peter continue walking forwards and when they got to Number one she knocked on the door.
Ken answered it and when he and Peter saw each other, they both smiled bitter sweetly at each other.
"I've been so worried about you." Ken said, even though Peter had only been gone just over an hour.
"I'm so sorry Dad…" Peter said and within seconds they were in each other's arms.
"Don't worry about it." Ken said with a sniff as Carla watched nearby. "Honestly Peter… all that matters is that we spend what ever time we have left together…happy."
"I know... I know." Peter nodded sadly.
Ken and Peter both let go of each other and it was then that Ken noticed Carla's presence.
"I should ave known…" he said smiling at her and nodding, "I should ave known he was with you."
"What can I say…" Carla grinned, "That's what friends slash mistresses slash wives are for right?"
Carla didn't know this at the time, but her calling herself Peter's wife moved him.
He smiled from ear to ear at her off hand comment as they walked into Number one and the rest of their time there was full of smiles and tears.
Ken sat back down in his seat and spoke some more about the decision he had made.
He explained it some more even though Peter insisted that he didn't have to.
He explained it until there were more tears but these tears were companionable ones, ones that every person in that living room couldn't escape.
"Thank you for tonight…" Peter said, as he walked Carla home, almost an hour and a half since they had both arrived at his Dad's.
"Don't mention it." Carla said shaking her head, "Y'know you really didn't ave to walk me home… I mean it's hardly far away is it?"
"I know I don't ave to… but I wanted to." Peter said with a smile, one that Carla couldn't help but smile back at. "And I meant what I said… I am so thankful for what you've done for me… I don't deserve it... y'know."
"Stop it Peter…" Carla said shaking her head again. When they had got to the door of her building, she pulled her keys out of her leather jacket's pocket and said, "Well… I guess I'll see ya tomorrow then…"
"Yeah… tomorrow." Peter nodded but he was still grinning at Carla in a way she was all too familiar with, it was full of seduction and as Peter moved closer to her she wasn't sure what was going to happen next.
"Night night then." Carla replied, smiling back at Peter infectiously as he looked her up and down.
There was a pause, one that for a moment made them both shiver in the cold.
"Night night." Peter eventually said before starting to reluctantly walk away from Carla.
He prayed that she would cave first.
That she would do what she did when he had walked away that first night and call him back over... even if it was an insult.
She did... but this time it wasn't an insult.
"You know a goodnight kiss wouldn't go a miss." She called after him.
He spun around immediately and walked towards Carla as she continued,
"You keep saying thank you, how about you show me just how thankful you are eh?"
Peter didn't need to be asked twice to kiss Carla.
Not only did he kiss her but he also lifted her right off her feet. He had both arms wrapped around her middle and her arms went around his neck as she let his tongue between her parted lips.
"How's that?" he asked, putting her down after a rather immense kiss. He knew full well what kind of effect he had on her but wanted confirmation all the same. Carla took hold of Peter by his belt and nodded at him triumphantly before saying,
"Almost perfect…"
"Almost?" Peter groaned, realising where Carla's hand was now placed and also that they were still in public as well.
"Yeah… it would have been better had it been in my bed." She replied, dragging Peter a little more forward so that they were both pressed right up against her front door. "and if we were naked." She added with eyes full of uncontrollable passion.
"I thought you said you never wanted me in your bed again?" Peter reminded, as Carla arched her back and pushed her self up against him in away that could only really have one effect on him. He gasped sharply as Carla licked her lips and said,
"Oh I've changed me mind…I want nothing but you in my bed."
"Well…" Peter breathed as she actually went as far as sliding her hand down his jeans. He hadn't even noticed she had undone them at first. "What did we say about doing stuff like this?" Peter said, remembering how he had told Carla that he wanted his Dad to get better before they resumed with their relationship properly but not actually meaning a word of it.
"You mean what did you say?" Carla whispered, pressing her body up against Peter's again out of frustration… "I never said anything… I just agreed with you."
"So… what's this?" Peter asked, glad it was dark outside and that no one could see just what was happening right about now. "Are you..." he took another breath to calm himself, "Are you all of a sudden disagreeing?" Carla still had an impatient hand down his jeans and he was obviously finding it very hard to control himself in such a situation.
"Absolutely." Carla responded with a seductive nod before quickly pulling her hand out of Peter's jeans. He didn't leave her the chance to do anything else because he leant forward and pushed his lips against hers once more. His tongue slid straight back inside her mouth as if it was trying desperately to find hers and the longer they kissed the more felt his need growing for her.
"Open the door…" He said into her mouth as he ran a hand right up her dress deciding she needed a taste of her own medicine.
"Or what?" She giggled, more than aware that anyone could open the door they were pressed up against at any moment or that anyone could stumble upon their heated exchanged too.
"Or I'll ave you right ere… right now." Peter breathed, taking one hand and prising Carla's legs apart, she just beamed at him excitedly, at first not caring less if they did indeed have sex on her doorstep.
Who was going to see? It was gone eleven pm and the street was fairly quiet by now.
"Is... that supposed to make me move quicker cause…" Carla trailed off as Peter had one hand between her thighs and the other on her behind. "Peter…" she breathed as he started leaving fllthy kisses on her neck.
"Open the door… now." He begged, "The pub will be closing soon…"
"And..." Carla challenged, her hands now up Peter's T-Shirt as she stood before him.
"Fine..." Peter nodded deciding to go a different way about things. "I just hope you avent forgotten who else lives in this building... I mean, you don't want Nick comin ere n seeing just what he's missing... do ya?"
"Oi…" Carla said with half a laugh because she just couldn't help it but Peter's comment was enough to make her turn around and clumsily open her front door.
Seeing this, her being pressed up against her door with Peter's hand naughtily up her dress would probably be the final nail in the coffin for Nick, so Carla made sure she opened it as quickly as possible. Once inside she spun back around and faced Peter, who licked his bottom lip before saying a very impatient,
"Keep going…" Carla took hold of Peter's hand and pulled her up the stairs with him. "I hate this building…" he groaned as they got to the next flight of stairs, "Why don't you ave a lift?"
"Yeah…" Carla breathed, suddenly kissing Peter roughly as she pulled him up the next flight of stairs by his T-Shirt. "I can only imagine what would be happening if you n me got inside a lift right now."
She and Peter continued to make their way to her door and as she opened it, Peter kissed her on the neck from behind and breathed,
"Finally... get in there… now." The door swung open and as he and Carla went inside she pulled off her leather jacket without thinking twice.
Peter stood by the door and watched as she threw her jacket onto the floor and kicked off her shoes impatiently, he was transfixed by her as she stood before him excitedly with her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
"Peter…" Carla said, with wide eyes. He was running his gaze up and down her body and only met hers when she said, "Get over ere gorgeous."
Peter gave Carla a perfect grin and then moved towards her. She reached out and grabbed hold of his T-Shirt once and pulled him towards her.
"Be mine…" She said, pushing her lips against his playfully. "Properly... be my husband again."
"Of course…" Peter replied, smiling into the next kiss he received. "I mean how could I say no?" They couldn't keep their hands off each other, as they laughed and stumbled towards her bedroom. Once inside it, they began to undress each other as fast as they could.
Carla had had his jeans undone for a while now and she had them down by his ankles within seconds. As he stepped out of them she pulled down his boxers and as she was already on her knees, she smirked up at him before leaning ever so slightly forward and bringing him closer to her by his bottom.
"Ohh no you don't." Peter said, shaking his head and pulling her up and onto her feet.
He could have just let her pleasure him but he knew this moment between should be more than just their physical need for each other.
He took a hand and placed it upon Carla's cheek before kissing her tenderly on the lips.
He then pulled her dress off in one swift motion and before she knew it he had pulled her onto her bed.
His T-Shirt was thrown onto the floor next to the bed and her bra soon followed.
With Carla already writhing underneath him, Peter wanted to slow things down a bit, so he leant forward and kissed her softly on the lips.
It was a totally different kiss than the one she had received from him when he had first arrived hours ago and as their lips parted he said,
"I really love you."
"Mmmmm…" Carla nodded, "I love you too… and no matter what happens… I always will."
As Carla wrapped her legs around his waist, Peter hastily pulled her up and onto his lap. Her legs hung off the side off her bed as Peter ran a hand through her hair and down her back. She smiled peacefully at Peter and then said,
"Do ya know what?"
"What?" He replied serenely, in a state of pure bliss right now.
"I reckon... we make tonight the first night of plenty." Carla was playing with his hair now, she had a hand rested on the back of his neck and was stroking it ever so slightly, just enough to make goosebumps run up and down both of Peter's arms. He smiled back at Carla lovingly and said,
"I reckon that you're on to something…"
I'm not sure if you can tell but I feel like this may be coming to a slight end soon... As I said earlier it is one of my fave fics but I do feel like this particular story might be almost told.
Anywho... please let me know what you thought about this chapter & whether you want more or not.
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