softswarla
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- Coronation Street (13)
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"You okay, sweetheart?"
The blonde turns to her with a gentle smile, leans back against the windowsill, bright-eyed and wide awake. Still whispering, though, into the peaceful quiet of the room when she gleefully tells Carla, "Ryan owes me a tenner."
"Oh," she chuckles, voice husky with sleep. Well, that explains the weird glow. "It snowed?"
Lisa's grin breaks across her pretty face. "It did, indeed."
Or: Snow, novelty socks, and plans.
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Carla knows, then, with a certainty so sudden it's almost shocking, that this, this thing, didn't start last month. It didn't randomly spark during the early-October evening when they were loose-lipped, half-tipsy with wine, when the blonde had settled cosily on her shoulder like she belonged there.
No, it's been smouldering away in the background, building and building, for a long, long time.
It's been six months in the making.
Or: "Don't get dressed" and everything else.
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"'Ey, Lis', have you moved my- What-" She cuts herself off with a sharp yelp of a laugh as she exits the en suite, towel-clad, hair dripping. "What're you doing?"
"Trying to catch a breeze," Lisa grumbles, eyes closed.
"And here's me thinking I'd walked in on a very serene seduction."
Or: Heat and chills.
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Carla pulls herself up on an elbow.
Confused.
Frowning.
(A little bit fucking devastated.)
“Where is it?”
“Where’s what?” Lisa asks innocently.
(Too flamin’ innocently.)
Or: Something's missing.
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At least half of their bickers are resolved by the need to touch.
To be touched.
It's almost comical, really.
The constant need, the physical need to be close.
Or: Three times Carla and Lisa's bickers are resolved by physical touch.