"Peter…" Carla whispered, giving him a little shake. It was eight thirty the next morning and she was already dressed in a long sleeved black dress and boots. Peter was still snoozing away in her bed and as much as Carla wanted to let him be, she also wanted a goodbye kiss. "Wake up Peter…" Carla said and she gave him another shake, only this time it was harder. Peter eventually groaned and opened his eyes,
"Hey… Morning." He said sleepily, as Carla bent down and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"Morning handsome." She said. Peter frowned when he saw that she was dressed for work.
"Where are you going?"
"I've got a breakfast meeting at nine." She said, "I just wanted to say goodbye to you that's all."
"Ohhh do you ave to go?" Peter moaned, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"I sure do, this contract last night, it were full of all sorts of errors so I've got to go and sort it all out." Carla said.
"Can't you let Sally do it?" Peter begged, as he knew that if Carla went to work then he wouldn't be seeing her for the entire day.
"No I flamin well can't, she already thinks she is the boss. If I don't turn up to this meeting then she'll be delighted." Carla sighed, "Besides tomorrow is Saturday, we can spend the entire day together."
"Oh there is no way I'm waiting until tomorrow…" Peter said sitting up and pulling Carla towards him for another kiss. "Why didn't you wake me up last night eh?"
"I didn't ave the heart to, baby you looked so cute." Carla replied, standing up and looking at her watch "Right I gotta go, there's some spare keys by the telephone, go back to sleep and you can lock your self out later."
"Okay." Peter said defeated. He and Carla kissed softly and as she left her room. Peter snuggled back down into her bed sheets. He was amazed that he had slept for so long and so well, he guessed that all the moving he did yesterday had really taken it's toll. He was also really enjoying being in Carla's bed, it was probably the most comfortable bed he'd ever slept in and as he breathed in deeply he could smell her sweet scent lingering on the duvet.
Peter wondered if he should get up, do something productive and sort out his flat but within minutes he was fast asleep again, dreaming of his future in his new flat with Simon and Carla.
It was lunchtime at the factory and Carla was sat in her office going through some more paper work. The breakfast meeting was horrendous and had lasted for so long that Carla had only been back at work for half an hour or so, before Alya came storming into her office.
"I know you always tell me to remain professional but I swear I will end up hurting that woman in a minute, she is so irritating." Carla looked up at Alya and then through the blinds at Sally, who was lording it up over the machinists again, for a moment Carla forgot to be professional herself and said,
"Oh tell me about it, y'know she actually turned up at my flat last night, half ten in it were. I mean don't get me wrong it were for a good cause n all that but I'd probably be in a much better mood right now, if she hadn't of interrupted me and Peter."
"Oh yeah… I heard about you and Peter. Congrats by the way." Alya said, sitting down with a smile.
"Who told you then? Beth was it?" Carla asked but surprisingly Alya shook her head and said,
"No… Well she did say something the other day about catching you and Peter in here... but none of us actually believed her, why? Was it true then?"
"Well I'm sure that Beth probably exaggerated it a little bit but… yes, me and Peter got back together in this very room… So no one believed her?" Carla said rather stunned.
"No we just assumed that she wanted that twenty quid…" Alya stopped talking then but Carla just laughed.
"Oh Alya... Don't worry I know all about this bet that she's got going on with Sean, I'm quite tempted to pretend me and Peter aren't back together actually, just so she can't win it." Carla grinned.
"It was Zeedan who told me, Simon took great pleasure in telling him that you were back with Peter and the look on his face was a picture. He's proper gutted which is crazy because he was never in with a chance was he?" Alya said, rolling her eyes as her brother still had a crush on Carla.
"Never." Carla smirked "He's a very good looking kid though I'll give him that, although you probably shouldn't tell him I said that." Carla said. There was a soft knock on her office door and then Peter appeared behind it.
"Afternoon." He said, coming into the office with a smile, Alya gave him a nod and got up out of the chair she had been sitting on.
"I'll leave you to it." She grinned and quickly made her way out of the office. Peter sat down in the chair opposite Carla and continued smiling away at her.
"What can I do for you Mr Barlow?" She said casually, although she found her self edging her chair closer towards him. They were both aware of just how frustrating it was becoming that they still hadn't spent the night together.
"I came to ask you to lunch." Peter said as Carla leaned in a placed a quick kiss on his lips. "And then maybe after lunch you could come back to mine with me and wait for my furniture, It's all coming between two and six." Carla shook her head disappointedly at Peter and said,
"I'd love to, only I ave a job to do Peter, not everyone can just take a week off y'know."
"You're the boss, can't you at least take the afternoon off?" Peter asked with a cheeky grin.
"No I can't, in fact I've got a meeting down the bistro in ten minutes." Carla said getting up off her chair. Peter sighed and got up too.
"This is torture." He groaned as Carla put her coat on. "I'm seriously finding it hard to think about anything other than getting you alone."
"Baby I feel the same." Carla said picking up her black folder and everything else she needed for the meeting. "Tell you what, I'll come over to your place as soon as I'm done ere, okay?"
"Okay." Peter agreed as Carla walked out of her office. She looked between a miserable Alya who was standing in the corner writing something down and a very bossy Sally who was stood right next to Sinead's machine and was obviously in the middle of telling her off about something.
"Alya do ya fancy coming along for this meeting?" Carla asked, much to Sally's annoyance. Alya nodded delightedly and ran off to get her coat. Peter stood and watched as Sally came bounding over to Carla.
"But I usually go with you to these type of things." Sally said rather hurt, Carla sighed and nodded.
"Which is why I ave invited Alya, she needs the experience after all." Carla said sternly and then she turned away from Sally so that it was clear that the conversation was over. "See what I mean?" She said, referring to what she'd said earlier about Sally thinking she was the boss. Peter nodded and whispered,
"I sure do, although it's your own fault for hiring her as your P.A in the first place." Carla frowned at Peter and gave him a little slap on the arm.
"Y'know reminding me of that fact every time I complain about her, is so not attractive." She said as Alya returned, wearing her coat.
"I'm ready." She said feeling rather amused that Carla had chosen her over Sally, especially as Sally looked as if she was about to cry at any moment.
"Good." Carla nodded at her "We better be off then."
"I guess I'll see you later." Peter said.
"Mmmm absolutely." Carla said kissing him in front of all of her staff. "Can't wait."
"Me neither." Peter grinned as Carla let him go.
"Right you lot, We'll be out for the next hour or so, Sally's in charge." She said as they began making their way over to the doors, she then she grinned over at Sean and said, "Sorry Tully but it looks like you owe Beth twenty quid."
"See!" Beth said smugly, as the rest of the factory workers began cheering.
Peter had been in his new flat since half past one and it was now just gone seven o clock. Typically his sofa and other furniture was delivered at minutes to six and he was in the middle of attempting to put his new bed together when his buzzer went off.
"Hello…" Peter said into it.
"Its me." Carla's voice said into his intercom.
"Come in." Peter grinned excitedly and opened the door to his flat so that Carla could come straight in. There were various cardboard boxes against the wall as Carla stepped into the flat.
"I see your stuff came then." She said closing the door to Peter's flat.
"Yeah at flamin five to six, I've been sat ere all day." He said walking over to Carla and meeting her with a kiss.
"Well I brought you a housewarming present." Carla grinned, Peter looked down at Carla's hands, which other than her bag were empty.
"What is it?" He asked a little confused.
"Oh you'll ave to unwrap it and see." Carla breathed as Peter undid her coat. He shoved it into a corner and looked her up and down.
"My bed isn't made yet…" He said gruffly as Carla wrapped her arms around his neck. She glanced over at his sofa but Peter was two steps ahead of her and was pushing her towards it. "The sofa on the other hand…" They both fell onto it, Peter on top of Carla. "Is very comfortable." Peter said and then their lips collided.
Carla's hands roamed under Peter's t-shirt and stroked his bare chest, whilst his went right up her dress and began pulling down her tights. He'd only got them halfway down her thighs when his buzzer went.
Both Carla and Peter ignored it and continued with their hungry embrace. Peter kissed Carla on her neck as she kicked off her shoes, he had just pulled her tights off completely when his buzzer went off again and then again.
"Oh for God sake!" Carla moaned as the incessant noise continued.
"Ignore it." Peter said but soon there was an actual knock at his door, someone had obviously let who ever it was, in.
"Dad!" A voice said, making Peter and Carla suddenly stop what they were doing and listen. "Dad it's Simon and Amy… Are you in there?" Peter and Carla reluctantly got up and off the sofa.
"I swear someone out there is dead against me and you having sex." Carla said getting up too and picking up the tights that Peter had thrown on the floor.
"Dad!" Simon cried with another loud bang on the door. Then another voice was heard,
"Mr Barlow are you in there? it's the police." Peter stared at Carla for a moment and then quickly opened the door.
He was taken aback to find two police offers stood with Simon, who had a bloody nose and Amy, who was almost in tears. Carla gasped when she saw them.
"What happened?" Peter cried, as Amy and Simon both trudged into his flat followed by the police.
"We found these two involved in a fight down the Red Rec." The female police officer began.
"A fight?" Carla said, staring at Amy and Simon in shock. "What with each other?"
"No with another boy from their school." The police officer said. Peter looked at Simon for an explanation. He sighed and said,
"Some kid in year nine tried to steal Amy's iPod, he pushed her over n everything so I had to go n tell him what's what."
"Tell him eh? So how did you get the bloody nose?" Peter asked going into his kitchen to get some ice for Simon.
"Did that kid hit you?" Carla asked protectively, as Peter came back with the ice and some kitchen roll for Simon.
"He did, so I gave him one swift punch in the face back and then it turned into a fight I guess." Simon said as Peter tried to fuss over him. "Don't worry Dad, it's only my nose."
"Yeah you should see the other boy." Amy chuckled, she was still teary eyed and a little shaken up by what had happened but she was also mildly impressed at how well Simon had stuck up for her.
"I bet he won't try that again." Simon said smirking at her.
"Si this is not funny." Peter said but he was also a little impressed at Simon for looking after Amy.
"Don't worry Mr Barlow, we see these type of fights happen all of the time, it seems as if it's just a playground argument that has gone too far. We just happened to be patrolling the area at time, we have brought all of the kids who were involved, back to their houses to ensure that the fight doesn't start up again." The male police offer explained.
"Don't worry I can assure you that it won't." Peter said looking at Simon, who sighed and then nodded.
"In that case we shall leave you all to it. Goodnight Mr and Mrs Barlow." Peter got up and showed the police out of his flat. When he came back he stared between Amy and Simon, still in awe at the whole situation.
"This kid you fought with… Did you say he was in year nine?" Peter asked, sitting down on the sofa next to Simon and Amy.
"Yep." Simon said nodding, "Darren, he's fourteen. He's been messing with Amy n her mates for weeks now, I guess the wimp can't fight anyone his own age. It's about time I gave him a good slap to be honest."
"So you practically beat up a fourteen year old?" Peter asked still trying not to sound to impressed.
"Peter…" Carla warned although she had to admit she was also admiring Simon for being such a good cousin.
"Simon… I know that you wanted to stick up for Amy but you really shouldn't let violence be the answer." Peter said, although he couldn't help but feel slightly hypocritical because he had been known to lash out on many occasions.
"He tried talking to him…" Amy started, "Simon told him to leave me alone last week but he didn't, on the way home I was walking with my friends and he came up to us and said that I had to give him my iPod, I said no, so then he pushed me over, the next thing I know Si and Santana was there, Santana picked me up and hugged me whilst Simon gave the boy a chance to run away but I guess he didn't think Simon was being serious."
"Well at least you warned the kid eh Si?" Carla said squashing up next to Simon on the sofa and nudging him.
"So did the police take Santana home as well then?" Peter asked and Simon nodded.
"Yeah although I don't think she was too happy that I was fighting with Darren." He said a little discouraged.
"Oh I'm sure she'll be fine, I mean you were only sticking up for your little cousin." Carla insisted.
"Yeah and I'm not sorry for any of it either." Simon said pointedly. "I know that I probably shouldn't have hit him but I'm glad I did, no one messes with Amy but me." Carla and Peter couldn't help but smile at Simon then.
"Well he definitely takes after you Peter…" Carla smirked, "How come you got the police to bring you both back ere?" She asked, it was just out of curiosity but Peter gave her a quick grin as he thought about what they had been doing before being interrupted.
"Me Mum's at work of course and Auntie Tracy is out somewhere with Granddad." Simon said. "Besides even if they weren't out we would have come back here anyways." He then added. "We knew you two would be a bit more understanding then me Mum and Granddad."
"Well seeing you're ere now, d'ya wanna get a pizza or something?" Peter suggested because if Ken and Tracy were out, he couldn't exactly send the two kids on their way. Carla sighed a little as Peter mentioned the idea of Pizza but Amy and Simon both nodded enthusiastically and sat down on his new Sofa.
Hours later, once they had ordered and eaten pizza and once Peter had called Tracy to let her know what had happened, Simon was helping his Dad put together their new beds. Carla and Amy were left to it but after a while Amy had soon got bored and even Carla was finding it difficult not to fall asleep. Amy wondered around Peter's flat for a bit and then asked if she could go home. It was almost nine o clock by this point and of course, pitch black outside so Carla insisted on taking Amy around the corner and home. Peter was still busy with Simon as they left and as Carla and Amy walked back to Coronation Street Amy said,
"I'm really glad you and Uncle Peter are back together, you're well cool." Carla smiled at her modestly although she had to admit that the more time she spent with Amy, the sweeter Amy got.
After dropping Amy off to and even having a little chat with Tracy about what had happened, Michelle who had been stood outside The Rover's, saw Carla and said.
"Well hello stranger."
"Hiya babe." Carla said giving Michelle a hug after saying Goodbye to Tracy.
"Fancy coming in for a drink?" Michelle asked, although she knew that Carla was probably in a rush to get back to Peter.
"Erm…." Carla began and Michelle nodded,
"Have you got to go back to Peter?" She asked disappointedly. "Come on Carla, just one drink… Please." She begged. Carla thought about how Peter and Simon were busy making their beds, she knew that she wouldn't be much help so in the end she went into the pub with Michelle.
"Carla…" Liz began as soon as she saw her, She actually went and put her arms around her.
"Hi Liz…" Carla said bewilderedly.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry about the other night, y'know when you and Peter came to see if I was alright... I shouldn't ave said what I did about Peter."
"Liz it's fine, Peter's over it." Carla began but Liz who'd had a few drinks by this point, continued.
"That's not the point, oh I could've kicked myself for what I had said, You must tell Peter to come in ere so I can apologise to him properly."
"I will." Carla chuckled as Steve walked past his Mum and rolled his eyes.
"I'd ignore her if I were you, she's been on the vino since seven." Steve said.
"Oh be quiet you!" Liz said giving her son a little shove.
"How are you doing anyway Liz?" Carla asked because after the whole Tony and Tracy thing, she knew that Liz must have been going through a hard time.
"Oh I'll be okay as long as we don't ave to talk about that waste of space Tony." Liz said and Michelle nodded.
"Here here." She said with a grin.
"Let's talk about you and Peter instead, how are things?" Liz asked. Carla smiled blissfully at Liz and Michelle who handed her a glass of her favourite red wine.
"Perfect…" Carla began as Michelle leant on the bar. "Well… not perfect but almost perfect."
"Why not perfect?" Michelle asked because she could tell there was something on Carla's mind. Carla grinned as she took a sip of her wine.
"Well if you must know it's been three days since we got back together and we haven't even had sex yet." Carla said.
"What?" Michelle exclaimed "Well why on earth not?"
"Because…" Carla began, rolling her eyes and drinking some more wine "Things keep happening or we keep getting interrupted."
"Oh dear…" Liz said rather tipsily.
"Well... you know what they say... it's not all about sex…" Michelle began but started giggling at the unimpressed expression on Carla's face.
"It's not funny Chelle, I love Peter to bits and you're right us being back together is not about the sex but if I don't get that man in my bed soon there is going to be hell to pay." Carla sighed as Eileen Grimshaw came over and stood at the bar with them.
"And just who are we talking about ere?" Eileen asked although even she had an idea of who'd got Carla so frustrated.
"Peter." Michelle said.
"Oh yes, I heard that you two are back together…" Eileen said with an eyebrow slightly raised, Carla gave her a look and then took another sip of wine, She wasn't sure if Eileen was judging or not but she chose to refrain from saying anything to her, for now anyway.
"So are you telling me that you and Peter haven't even had time for a quickie then?" Michelle asked.
"Well yeah but we've been trying to make it this perfect moment y'know… Although even I'm starting to see that the perfect moment doesn't seem to exist." Carla said.
"Now tell me something Carla…" Liz said putting her own wine glass down "If you're so desperate to sleep with Peter why are you in ere?"
"That's true." Eileen grinned and nodded along with Liz.
"Because he's got his kid round and It's hardly appropriate to say, Oh I'm sorry Simon, could you get lost so that me and your Dad can get it on, Besides I adore Simon and as much as I want Peter on his own, I would never want to stop them spending time together."
"Awwww I love hearing you talk about how much you love Simon, especially after the way he used to be with you, who'd ave thought it eh?" Michelle said.
"I wouldn't ave that's for sure, but I guess he were just a confused kid back then, I don't blame him for the way he treated me." Carla said.
"Speaking of Simon, I heard what happened earlier with Amy, Steve told me."
"Why what happened earlier?" Liz then said upon hearing Michelle mentioned her Granddaughter.
"Nothing." Michelle said because Liz was now drunk and she knew telling her about Amy might cause her to overreact.
"Well it was obviously not nothing, come on tell me Michelle." Liz said, Carla sighed and said,
"Long story short, some kid from school was messing with Amy so Simon went and stuck up for her, that's all."
"Someone is messing with Amy, My Amy!" Liz shouted and she slammed down her wine glass very dramatically. "Who is this nasty little kid? I'll show him what happens when he messes with my family!" Michelle, Carla and Eileen all started laughing at Liz's outburst.
"Calm down Liz, Simon has sorted it." Carla said shaking her head as Michelle took the empty glass. "Trust me Amy was fine, I just walked her home."
"I'm gonna go down that school on Monday and talk to this kid." Liz said drunkenly, Carla looked worried but Eileen shook her head at her and said,
"Don't worry she won't even remember any of this this time tomorrow." Carla chuckled as Michelle handed her another glass of wine.
"Oh no Chelle, I were only planning on aving the one." She said because she wanted to get back to Peter and Simon.
"Oh come on Carla, stay for one more." She begged.
"Yeah go on, Peter's with Simon, you said so yourself." Eileen said, "Besides you might want to stick around ere and laugh at Liz." Eileen nodded towards Liz who was now dancing very embarrassingly to an old Marvin Gaye song on the jukebox.
"Steeeeeeeeve!" Michelle called half laughing, as Liz's dancing continued to get more and more hilarious and she wanted Steve to see it. Carla watched amused, as Steve came out to the bar and then looked on in horror as Liz had now pulled up a random stranger off his seat and forced him to dance with her.
"Mum!" Steve cried, running around the bar and trying to rescue the man from Liz's clutches. Eileen and Michelle were cracking up and so was Carla.
"See, you don't want to miss out on all of this d'ya?" Michelle asked Carla. She sighed and as Simon and Peter would most definitely still be working on their beds she might as well stay for just one more drink.
One more drink soon turned into a lot more drinks and as Liz's hilarious behaviour continued, it was almost an hour and a half later before Carla realised that she'd been gone for rather a long time. She went down her pockets to find her phone but then she realised that she had left everything back at Peter's.
"What's the time?" She asked, Michelle looked at her watch and said,
"It's quarter to Eleven." She said, they were now sat at a table in the corner and when Carla heard what time it was she quickly jumped up off her chair.
"What? Eleven? I was only meant to drop Amy home, Peter must be going out of his mind!"
"Oh at least finish your wine first." Eileen said and Liz actually got up and pushed Carla back into her chair. Carla bit her lip and then shook her head.
"I better not, I mean… I can't go back to him drunk can I?"
"I think it's a little late for that Carla." Michelle sniggered, holding her own glass of wine and drinking it. Carla groaned and clumsily got up off her chair again.
"Oh this is all your fault Chelle…" She said realising that she was a lot drunker than she'd thought.
"How is it my fault?" Michelle cried.
"I only came for one drink, you made me stay and look what's happened… I'm practically wasted, He's never gonna shag me like this, is he?"
"Oh Carla you're not that drunk, I mean you're still able to function quite well." Eileen said.
"Yeah, I've seen you a thousand times worse than this babe." Michelle nodded and then Liz said,
"Just make sure that you stand very still and try your very best to act like your sober." Carla sighed shook her head.
"You lot don't understand, this is Peter Barlow we're talking about, y'know the man who hasn't touched alcohol for almost a year and a half, I can't go back to his place like this, it's not fair on him and besides he'd suss me out in a second."
"Then you might as well sit back down and try to sober up…" Liz said with an eyebrow raised "Or just get even more drunk and worry about it in the morning."
Carla slumped back into the chair, not knowing what to do. She didn't want to stay in the pub for a moment longer, she wanted to go and see Peter but she knew that turning up at his place this intoxicated was not a good idea either.
"Oh god, look at the face on it." Eileen said as she watched Carla sulk.
"Oh she's just depressed, thinking about all that sex she's missing out on with Peter." Michelle smirked, Carla scowled at her as Liz and Eileen laughed.
"You know earlier you said you kept getting interrupted… by who?" Eileen then asked.
"Well tonight it were by Simon and Amy knocking on Peter's door, then the other day were just about to do it when…" Carla stopped talking as Sally who had been in the pub with her boyfriend Tim, walked past. "Oh well talk of the devil!" She said rather loudly, Sally looked confused whilst Michelle and Eileen sniggered behind their wine glasses.
"Everything alright?" Sally asked casually.
"No it's not if I'm honest Sally." Carla said, rolling her eyes at her and leaving her even more confused.
"It seems as if you might ave interrupted something." Liz cackled as Carla got up off the chair.
"I ave to go Chelle…" She leant over and gave Michelle a hug.
"Bye darling…" Michelle said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Good luck." Liz called after Carla as she left the pub. She only realised how much she'd had to drink when she began walking around the corner and towards Peter's new flat.
He was sat watching TV when his buzzer went off. He got up and he knew who it was before he'd even answered it.
"Come up Carla…" he said into his intercom. He went and opened his door and soon enough a tipsy Carla made her way into his flat.
"Hey baby…" She said going and putting her arms around his neck.
"And what time do you call this?" Peter asked unimpressed with Carla's slightly intoxicated state.
"I am so sorry." Carla began as Peter let go of her "Baby I only meant to go in and have one drink and then…" Peter went and sat on the sofa leaving Carla still stood by his door. "Where's Simon?" She asked awkwardly.
"In bed." Peter said, nodding towards Simon's new bedroom. "He wanted to stay over so I said yes."
"Oh okay…" Carla said quietly. She walked slowly over to the sofa where Peter was sitting and sat down next to him. They sat in silence for a moment with just the TV for background noise. "You know Peter if you're mad at me then just say." Carla eventually said. Peter turned and looked at her.
"I'm not mad…" He said but Carla didn't believe him as he got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen, he still hadn't got much furniture but he had some glasses and ran himself a glass of water.
"You are mad, I can tell." Carla said, getting up off the sofa and joining him in the kitchen.
"Carla I am not." He said, Carla went to touch him but he backed away from her slightly, She knew why, she knew it was because he could obviously smell the amount of alcohol on her.
"Maybe I should have a shower and some coffee." Carla suggested, cursing herself on the inside for drinking so much.
"The coffee yes, but I don't reckon you should shower… just in case." Peter said giving Carla half a smile, he truly didn't mind her being out with her friends, or even the drinking, he was just disappointed that once again their night wasn't going as planned. Carla yawned tiredly as Peter walked over to her. "Or maybe you should just sleep it off eh?"
"You should be mad at me… I'm mad at me." Carla sighed as Peter took hold of her and showed her into his bedroom. It was still rather empty but he and Simon had managed to put together both of their beds in one night.
"For the last time, I am not mad at you Carla." He said, guiding her over to his bed.
"Hey… you've finally got a bed I see." She said as Peter bent down and took of her shoes.
"I sure do… it's a shame that it won't be put to good use tonight eh?" Peter said.
"I'm not that drunk." Carla smiled suggestively but Peter shook his head at her and said firmly,
"You're drunk enough."
It was around nine am the next morning and Carla woke up to find herself in Peter's brand spanking new bed. She rolled out of it and sighed when her head started pounding.
"Nice one Carla." She said to herself as she opened the door and walked into Peter's kitchen. He was sat eating cold pizza with Simon at the breakfast bar.
"Morning." Carla said as she went and sat down on a stool next to Simon.
"Morning Carla." Simon said. Peter gave her a cute wink and said the same.
"How you feeling?" He asked holding up the pizza box so she could take a slice.
"No thanks…" She said, almost recoiling at the cold pizza that was in front of her.
"How's your head?" Peter asked handing Carla a cup of coffee instead.
"Banging." She groaned and giving him a grateful nod.
"What time are we leaving Dad?" Simon asked, getting up and making his way over to the sink.
"You're going out?" Carla asked, she had been thinking that her and Peter could spend the day together but he seemed to have other plans.
"Yeah, Si's got football this morning and I still haven't been down there to see him play yet." Peter said.
"Yeah so what time are we leaving then?" Simon asked again,
"We'll leave at about ten, don't worry Si, football doesn't start for another hour or so."
"Yeah but I gotta go and get my kit from me Mum's first and some clothes for after." Simon said and then he smiled excitedly "I can't wait for you to meet my coach."
"After?" Carla said as her plans for spending the day with Peter were now flying out the window.
"Yeah we're gonna head to the Trafford centre and get some more bits and bobs for this place."
"Oh… right." Carla said, she looked down at her dress and then up again at Peter who was watching her.
"You should come too." Simon said walking back to the breakfast bar with a glass of water, Carla was about to nod and say yes but Peter spoke for her and said,
"Who Carla? Yeah I don't think that she fancies spending the morning on a muddy football pitch, in the freezing cold Si." Simon finished his water and then went on into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Carla tutted at Peter assuming that she wouldn't have wanted to go to see Simon play football. He was right, she didn't fancy the idea of standing around in the freezing cold especially not with her hangover, but she would have gone for Simon's sake.
"Well I'll guess that I'll just go home then." Carla sighed, getting up off the stool she had been sitting on. She was now in a bad mood for many reasons and decided the best thing for her to do would be to go home.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Peter asked,
"Nothing, I mean I might have been under the impression that me and you could have at least an hour or so alone together but don't worry that idea has completely gone away now." Carla said picking up her coat that had been hung up.
"We still can… I mean you can come out with me and Si." Peter said,
"Well to be honest Peter I kind of got the impression that I wasn't invited."
"Of course you're invited Carla, don't be ridiculous, I didn't think that you would want to come that's all." Peter explained.
"You could have asked me at least." Carla said irritatedly and putting her coat on "But no you just assumed that I couldn't be bothered."
"Carla I meant because of your hangover not because I think that you don't care about Simon. I know that you love the kid… Besides if you were so worried about us spending time together maybe you should have come back ere at a decent time last night." Peter sighed. Carla frowned at him and shook her head
"I knew you were mad at me for that."
"I'm not."
"Then why are you bringing it up?"
"Because you're having a go at me for having plans and yet you were the one who was out in the pub half the night." Peter said delicately, trying to keep this as far away from an argument as possible but Carla still felt like he was just pretending that he wasn't angry with her.
"Is this because I was drinking?" She asked, Peter shook his head at her, he was hurt that she would even think of him in that way.
"Of course not, Carla I've never had a problem with you drinking with your friends and I never will, but you ave to understand that coming in ere at all hours of the night smelling like a flamin brewery is going to have an affect on me." Peter said softly as Simon came out of the bathroom, He looked at his Dad and then at Carla.
"Is everything alright?" he asked, as it was clear that there was some sort of argument going on. Carla rolled her tired eyes and nodded at Simon.
"Yeah, I'm just feeling really rough that's all. I'm gonna go home. Enjoy footie yeah?" She said before opening Peter's door. He went to say something but she just shook her head at him and then said, "Bye."
Hours later and after Simon's football practice, he and his Dad were in the Trafford Centre, They were just getting something to eat after doing a hell of a lot of shopping. Simon picked up his cheeseburger and watched as his Dad fiddled with a few chips.
"What's up Dad?" He asked.
"Nothing." Peter said, "Well I just wish Carla had come along that's all."
"Me too." Simon nodded as he bit into his burger.
"She loves it ere, I remember one time we came just so she could return some shoes and six hours later we were still ere." Peter said thinking about the endless shopping trips he and Carla had been on before.
"Six hours?" Simon gasped, "That's crazy."
"No son, that's Carla... actually when I think about it, that's most women." Peter said, "Speaking of women, have you spoken to Santana today?" Simon shrugged and then shook his head.
"No, I texted her but she didn't reply." Simon said "I reckon she might still be annoyed at the fight."
"It was probably just a shock for her to see you like that that's all." Peter said "And anyways she's probably busy, it is Saturday after all."
"Yeah I spose, I might go and see her later… what you gonna do later?" Simon asked, Peter ate a chip and said,
"I dunno, maybe I'll go and see your Granddad." Simon raised an eyebrow at him "Or maybe Carla…"
"Did you two have an argument or something? It's just compared to yesterday, you haven't been so lovey dovey today."
"It wasn't an argument as such more of a… stressful conversation." Peter said thinking about the way Carla had left his flat. It wasn't an argument though that he knew for sure but it wasn't exactly a pleasant interaction either and he wondered just how upset Carla had got with him.
"You should go and see Carla later Dad, I reckon you probably need some time with her y'know… alone." Simon said a little awkwardly.
"Really…" said Peter with an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah… really, I'm not stupid Dad." Simon said reading his Dad's expression whilst taking his drink and sipping away at it. "You and Carla have been waiting so long for this, don't mess it up, Okay?" Simon warned. Peter nodded at his son adamantly and decided that tonight, he would definitely go and see Carla.
Later on that evening, Carla was sat miserably on her sofa. Michelle had been round for a few hours but she knew that Carla only had one thing on her mind and that was Peter. Carla was soon left to her own devices by Michelle at half past eight.
Carla had put on some music to try and help her calm down but she simply couldn't relax, her mind was going a mile a minute thinking about Peter when there was a sudden knock on her door.
Carla assumed it would be Michelle again and was stunned when she opened it and saw Peter stood there instead. He walked in to her flat and she closed the door behind him. He took of his black coat and hung it up along side hers. Carla opened her mouth to say something but Peter shook his head and rose a finger up to her lips.
"Shhhh, don't say anything, just let your body do the talking." Peter breathed.
He then passionately pushed his lips up against Carla's. They had shared many, many kisses over the past few days but none of them were quite like this one.
This one was the kind of kiss that would have knocked Carla right off her feet, if she had of been on them that is because before she knew it, Peter had picked her up and carried her towards her bedroom before she'd even had time to respond properly to his kiss.
He pushed her against the wall and hungrily kissed her again, she responded this time, fiercely, his hands were buried deep her long hair whilst Carla wasted no time in undoing his belt and then his jeans.
Carla, who had just been lounging around the flat all day, was only wearing a plain vest top and some of her old pyjama shorts and she hadn't even noticed that Peter had swiftly removed them both and that they were now in a heap on the floor below them.
She tugged at Peter's T-Shirt and yanked it impatiently up his body. He stopped kissing her for just long enough so that she could pull his T-Shirt up and off him properly.
She threw it across her bedroom and as Peter picked her up again and took her over to her bed, she clung onto him tight as he kissed her on her collar bone and then moved his lips down to her chest.
Peter eventually put Carla down onto her bed and grinned at her, She went to say something but he stopped her again but this time with another spectacular kiss.
This kiss was much slower and gentler than the ones before, they were in bed now and almost naked, it was far too late for any one to try and interrupt them now. They could take their time, there was no need to rush.
Peter was on top of Carla as she began pulling down his jeans and his boxers at the same time. They kissed the whole way though, their tongues dancing around each other's and as Peter pulled off her underwear, Carla moaned into his mouth. She wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and couldn't stop herself from digging her nails into it as Peter continued to take complete control of the situation.
Even though it was late November, it was very hot in Carla's flat, especially as her fire place was still roaring in her living room. Peter felt sweat drip off his naked torso as he took both hands and lifted up Carla's legs so that she could wrap them comfortably around his middle.
Then there was this long and lingering moment, a moment where Carla and Peter just gazed at each other, they watched how one another's breathing changed and looked deep into each others eyes.
This was it, after months of holding back, months of resisting each other and saying that they were just friends, now was the time that they could finally give in to their feelings and as their bodies finally connected in a way that they hadn't felt in such a long time, it was clear that this truly was the perfect moment.
Carla opened her eyes to an empty bed and an empty bedroom. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table which showed half past eleven. The moment her and Peter were finished rekindling with each other's bodies, their heads hit the pillow, they were exhausted and satisfied and it wasn't long before they both went into a deep slumber.
Carla climbed off her bed and looked down to see Peter's jeans and T-Shirt on the floor, she picked up his top and pulled it on over her head. She then made her way out of her room to find him.
It wasn't long before she realised where he was, as she walked into her hallway she felt a slight breeze and saw that there was someone sat on her balcony, She smiled to herself as that someone let out a cloud of smoke from their lips and was wrapped in a blanket that she kept out there for when it gets cold.
"Y'know for some who says that he has quit smoking…" She began as she opened the door, "You always seem to have a fag hanging out of that irresistible mouth of yours." Peter smiled at her as she came onto the balcony, still wearing his T Shirt and nothing else, he stubbed out the rest of his cigarette on the wall as Carla closed the door behind her. "Oh god it's freezing out ere Peter." Peter grinned and opened the blanket that he'd had wrapped around his body, he was only in his boxers but he quickly grabbed Carla and placed her onto his lap, then he wrapped the blanket around both of them making Carla giggle. "You're freezing too…. How long have you been out ere?"
"I dunno." Peter said, holding Carla close to him with one arm and his other elbow rested on the arm of the chair. "I woke up an hour or so ago, couldn't get back to sleep."
"Really?" Carla grinned, placing a soft but dirty kiss on his cheek "I'm knackered." Peter grinned back her and nodded,
"Oh trust me, I'm just as exhausted as you are..." Peter said, "In fact probably more."
"Well you are just that little bit older than me I spose…" Carla quipped.
"Oh so we're back to that are we? Teasing me because of me age." Peter said as Carla snuggled up against him. "I'll have you know me and Simon were up that shopping centre for hours today, I swear as I was driving back I could have almost fell asleep at the wheel."
"Well you certainly got your energy back by the time you got ere." Carla said entwining her fingers with Peter's.
"Oh I could ave run a marathon if it meant that I would have been seeing you." He said, Carla smiled at him dotingly as he asked, "How's the hangover then?" he remembered how Carla had seemed a little worse for wear earlier on at his place.
"What hangover?" Carla said smiling suggestively "Seriously Peter the moment I saw you at my door, the moment you stepped foot into the flat and the moment you kissed me, I felt nothing else but you, I know we've been dying to have sex for days now but I'm glad it didn't happen until tonight…" Their lips met for a tender kiss and as Carla pulled away she whispered, "Honesty Peter, I think the waiting only made it better… it made it special, it were… simply amazing."
"It sure was." Peter agreed, lifting Carla's hand up with his and kissing her fingers. "Completely and utterly breath-taking…" Carla smiled again at Peter, as he played with her fingers in the very cold November weather. "I love you so much, you know that right?"
"Baby of course I do… n I love you n all." Carla said, she shivered as the cold winds picked up a little and even though she desperately hated the cold, she would have sat out there with Peter all night if she had to.
"You're shivering…" Peter said softly as Carla's legs now had goose bumps all over them.
"Do ya blame me? I mean it's got to be below freezing out ere right now." Carla breathed out "Look you can even see our breath."
"Well then…" Peter said, getting up off the chair without a struggle and still holding Carla in his arms. She stared at him, obviously impressed by his strength. "Let's go in side… and warm up." And with that Peter took Carla back indoors and back into her bedroom.
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