Dream a Little Dream
Title: Dream a Little Dream
Author: royal_ivy
Rating: T
Pairing: Charlotte/Violet femslash
Summary Violet is having some pretty inappropriate dreams about a certain Dr. King and at Oceanside Wellness gossip travels fast. Takes place in season 2.
Chapter Two:
Violet was running late. She had overslept and had thankfully just had normal dreams. She overslept because she had stayed up too late talking on the phone with Sheldon Wallace. He was one of the doctors that worked at the enemy practice, a therapist just like her. He was a little odd, but surprisingly good company. She had seen him in the elevators a few times, but she hadn’t really gotten to know him ti1l a few weeks ago. She found talking to him to be easy and he was a funny guy. She loved guys who could make her laugh.
Last night he had asked her on a date and she said yes. She was feeling good about this. Her last relationship wasn’t so much a relationship as it was a fling. With Pete. So this date was going to be good because they could actually have a decent conversation and it wasn’t just about sex. Although, she wouldn’t mind if the night ended that way. Maybe she could finally put an end to these dreams.
She wasn’t late at all by the time she reached the practice. She was actually a little early. She really didn’t need to run that red light then. Whoops. She stepped into the elevator and just as the doors were about to slide close a hand shot out to intercept them.
Charlotte King stepped in. She rolled her eyes at the blonde and stared at the floor.
“Mornin’ Turner.”
Her head shot up to stare at the blonde. This viper of a woman hadn’t said a civil word to her since Cooper dumped her.
“Uh huh,” she said
A slow smile spread across Charlotte’s face. Violet didn’t like that one bit. “Just trying to be friendly.”
“Right.” She pushed the button for the fourth floor again. “Like Cruella can be friendly,” she muttered under her breath.
The smile turned into a scowl. “I heard that.”
The doors sprung open and she stepped out. “Yeah, I know,” she threw out behind her.
Copper was going through his messages at the receptionist’s desk. She greeted him brightly and then went through her own messages. He looked back at the elevator and then at her.
“Okay, what did you do to piss her off?”
“Nothing.” He gave her a look. “She provoked me.”
“Uh, huh. What did she say?”
“Good morning?” She answered weakly.
“Really?”
“But she was smiling at me. It was weird and I’m sure she was just trying to annoy me. You know how she is.” She gestured helplessly with her hands.
“Yeah, I do and I think maybe she was just trying to be, oh I don’t know, polite. I’m sure it’s exhausting being evil all the time and even the wicked witch needs a break.”
“Since when are you on her side?”
He rolled his eyes. “I am not getting through to you, am I? I’m not on her side and she’s not out to get you Vi. I’ve moved on and I’m doing the mature thing and being civil to her.”
“Fine,” she huffed. Clearly Cooper was blind to the blonde’s demonic ways again. “Next time I’ll just say good morning.”
Cooper grinned boyishly. “Somehow I don’t believe you.”
0oo0oo0
Charlotte flipped through the forms again and grimaced. Sheldon wanted to hold a couples therapy group in her practice. Dear lord, that man could annoy her to no end. Admittedly, the group theory thing would bring in more money. The real problem was that he wanted a partner to help him with the sessions. A certain curly-haired nuisance from the fourth floor.
Like she didn’t see enough of that woman. She was still a little pissed about what Violet had called her on the elevator. She was just being nice. Okay, she wasn’t. She was just trying to get under Violet’s skin. But what if she was? Is that the kind of treatment she was going to get? Besides the Cooper thing, she hadn’t done anything to Violet to really deserve this treatment.
She looked at the forms again. If Sheldon wanted Violet then there was going to be some paper work to be had. She would actually have to put this woman on her payroll. For a couple nights a week Violet would be in her practice, spreading her quack germs and glaring at her through her transparent office walls. On the plus side, she could always fire her.
She smiled at this thought. And there was always that fact that the Violet was having inappropriate dreams about her. She finally had some dirt on Violet and she planned on using it. Blackmail maybe? She did like having a certain degree of control over people. Or maybe she could get her to stop making up new nicknames. A few of them have managed to stick and she was sick of hearing her subordinates whisper Cruella around her. She especially hated that one. Or maybe she’ll just make the woman a laughingstock.
She picked up the forms and headed down to Oceanside. She might as well get this over with. Unfortunately for her the therapist’s office was empty. She rolled her eyes and then sat down behind the oak desk. She shuffled through the papers in front of her. Nothing of interest.
The only picture on the desk was one of Violet and Cooper in Disneyland. She scoffed and then flipped the frame down.
She leaned back in the chair, crossed her legs and undid a button on her blouse. She heard voices outside of the office and put on her most provocative smile. Let the torture begin.
0oo0oo0
Violet was having a good day. Sheldon had been texting her all morning about this couples therapy thing Charlotte had finally okayed. And he asked her to help do the sessions with him. She was a little giddy at the thought of him respecting her enough as a therapist to want to work with her. She comes off as a bit of an emotional mess, but apparently that doesn’t phase him. She sent out one last text before entering her office.
Of course Charlotte King just had to be there, sitting in her chair no less. And looking so…seductive. That’s definitely the word she would her use to describe Charlotte right now. She was smiling at her again and her blouse was…. Well, it was borderline indecent.
“See something you like, Turner?” The blonde drawled. Her eyes snapped up to meet amused green ones.
Violet blushed. Okay, this is bad. Be cool Violet. Pretend like nothing happened. Pretend like you haven’t been having wet dreams about her all week.
“Not likely and get out of my chair.”
The blonde surprisingly did as she was told and sat in a chair on the other side of the desk.
“Did you want something?” She looked down at her desk and put the picture frame back in its upright position. She glared at Charlotte and the blonde shrugged, not caring.
“I’m sure Sheldon’s talked your ears off already, but do you want in on this couples therapy thing?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Charlotte gave a hum of approval. “Good. Let’s get this paperwork done. The sooner you’re on my payroll the sooner we can start this nightmare.”
“Wait, I would be working for you?”
Charlotte grinned. “For me, under me. Does it really matter?”
She opened her mouth and then closed it. This wasn’t a big deal. If she wanted to work with Sheldon this wasn’t a problem.
“So, paperwork?”
Charlotte slid the stack of forms across her desk. The blonde didn’t leave. Apparently she was going to stay until the paperwork was done. She looked up a couple of times only to see the blonde smiling unsettlingly at her. When she signed her name on the dotted line it felt a little like she was selling her soul to the devil. Charlotte was probably loving this.
“All done. Here you go,” she said sliding the stack of forms back.
The blonde placed her hand on top of hers and leaned forward a bit, showing off her cleavage. “So, glad to have you on the team.”
Violet snatched her hand away. “Okay, what is going on?! You’ve been acting…weird all day.”
“I don’t know what you’re going on about.”
“Yes, you do. You’ve been smiling at me and being nice and now you’re… you’re touching me?”
“What I don’t do that enough in your dreams.”
Violet froze and her eyes widened in horror. How could she possibly know that? There was no why that she could have known that.
The blonde chuckled. “You better be careful who you tell your secrets to next time.”
“This isn’t happening.”
“Kind seems like it. And by the way, I’m flattered. I had no idea you thought about me like that.”
Violet blushed. “I-I don’t. Oh, god. Can we just forget about this?”
“Why? Afraid I’ll tell people?”
“You wouldn’t.”
The blonde smirked. “Wouldn’t I?”
“What do you want,” she asked almost desperately. She did not need to be the laughingstock of this building, especially not when Sheldon was in it.
“I don’t know. Maybe I just like making you sweat, Turner.”
“Charlotte, come on.”
“Fine, fine, don’t cry about it. When I think of something I’ll let you know.” And with that the blonde strode out of her office.
Author: royal_ivy
Rating: T
Pairing: Charlotte/Violet femslash
Summary Violet is having some pretty inappropriate dreams about a certain Dr. King and at Oceanside Wellness gossip travels fast. Takes place in season 2.
Chapter Two:
Violet was running late. She had overslept and had thankfully just had normal dreams. She overslept because she had stayed up too late talking on the phone with Sheldon Wallace. He was one of the doctors that worked at the enemy practice, a therapist just like her. He was a little odd, but surprisingly good company. She had seen him in the elevators a few times, but she hadn’t really gotten to know him ti1l a few weeks ago. She found talking to him to be easy and he was a funny guy. She loved guys who could make her laugh.
Last night he had asked her on a date and she said yes. She was feeling good about this. Her last relationship wasn’t so much a relationship as it was a fling. With Pete. So this date was going to be good because they could actually have a decent conversation and it wasn’t just about sex. Although, she wouldn’t mind if the night ended that way. Maybe she could finally put an end to these dreams.
She wasn’t late at all by the time she reached the practice. She was actually a little early. She really didn’t need to run that red light then. Whoops. She stepped into the elevator and just as the doors were about to slide close a hand shot out to intercept them.
Charlotte King stepped in. She rolled her eyes at the blonde and stared at the floor.
“Mornin’ Turner.”
Her head shot up to stare at the blonde. This viper of a woman hadn’t said a civil word to her since Cooper dumped her.
“Uh huh,” she said
A slow smile spread across Charlotte’s face. Violet didn’t like that one bit. “Just trying to be friendly.”
“Right.” She pushed the button for the fourth floor again. “Like Cruella can be friendly,” she muttered under her breath.
The smile turned into a scowl. “I heard that.”
The doors sprung open and she stepped out. “Yeah, I know,” she threw out behind her.
Copper was going through his messages at the receptionist’s desk. She greeted him brightly and then went through her own messages. He looked back at the elevator and then at her.
“Okay, what did you do to piss her off?”
“Nothing.” He gave her a look. “She provoked me.”
“Uh, huh. What did she say?”
“Good morning?” She answered weakly.
“Really?”
“But she was smiling at me. It was weird and I’m sure she was just trying to annoy me. You know how she is.” She gestured helplessly with her hands.
“Yeah, I do and I think maybe she was just trying to be, oh I don’t know, polite. I’m sure it’s exhausting being evil all the time and even the wicked witch needs a break.”
“Since when are you on her side?”
He rolled his eyes. “I am not getting through to you, am I? I’m not on her side and she’s not out to get you Vi. I’ve moved on and I’m doing the mature thing and being civil to her.”
“Fine,” she huffed. Clearly Cooper was blind to the blonde’s demonic ways again. “Next time I’ll just say good morning.”
Cooper grinned boyishly. “Somehow I don’t believe you.”
0oo0oo0
Charlotte flipped through the forms again and grimaced. Sheldon wanted to hold a couples therapy group in her practice. Dear lord, that man could annoy her to no end. Admittedly, the group theory thing would bring in more money. The real problem was that he wanted a partner to help him with the sessions. A certain curly-haired nuisance from the fourth floor.
Like she didn’t see enough of that woman. She was still a little pissed about what Violet had called her on the elevator. She was just being nice. Okay, she wasn’t. She was just trying to get under Violet’s skin. But what if she was? Is that the kind of treatment she was going to get? Besides the Cooper thing, she hadn’t done anything to Violet to really deserve this treatment.
She looked at the forms again. If Sheldon wanted Violet then there was going to be some paper work to be had. She would actually have to put this woman on her payroll. For a couple nights a week Violet would be in her practice, spreading her quack germs and glaring at her through her transparent office walls. On the plus side, she could always fire her.
She smiled at this thought. And there was always that fact that the Violet was having inappropriate dreams about her. She finally had some dirt on Violet and she planned on using it. Blackmail maybe? She did like having a certain degree of control over people. Or maybe she could get her to stop making up new nicknames. A few of them have managed to stick and she was sick of hearing her subordinates whisper Cruella around her. She especially hated that one. Or maybe she’ll just make the woman a laughingstock.
She picked up the forms and headed down to Oceanside. She might as well get this over with. Unfortunately for her the therapist’s office was empty. She rolled her eyes and then sat down behind the oak desk. She shuffled through the papers in front of her. Nothing of interest.
The only picture on the desk was one of Violet and Cooper in Disneyland. She scoffed and then flipped the frame down.
She leaned back in the chair, crossed her legs and undid a button on her blouse. She heard voices outside of the office and put on her most provocative smile. Let the torture begin.
0oo0oo0
Violet was having a good day. Sheldon had been texting her all morning about this couples therapy thing Charlotte had finally okayed. And he asked her to help do the sessions with him. She was a little giddy at the thought of him respecting her enough as a therapist to want to work with her. She comes off as a bit of an emotional mess, but apparently that doesn’t phase him. She sent out one last text before entering her office.
Of course Charlotte King just had to be there, sitting in her chair no less. And looking so…seductive. That’s definitely the word she would her use to describe Charlotte right now. She was smiling at her again and her blouse was…. Well, it was borderline indecent.
“See something you like, Turner?” The blonde drawled. Her eyes snapped up to meet amused green ones.
Violet blushed. Okay, this is bad. Be cool Violet. Pretend like nothing happened. Pretend like you haven’t been having wet dreams about her all week.
“Not likely and get out of my chair.”
The blonde surprisingly did as she was told and sat in a chair on the other side of the desk.
“Did you want something?” She looked down at her desk and put the picture frame back in its upright position. She glared at Charlotte and the blonde shrugged, not caring.
“I’m sure Sheldon’s talked your ears off already, but do you want in on this couples therapy thing?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Charlotte gave a hum of approval. “Good. Let’s get this paperwork done. The sooner you’re on my payroll the sooner we can start this nightmare.”
“Wait, I would be working for you?”
Charlotte grinned. “For me, under me. Does it really matter?”
She opened her mouth and then closed it. This wasn’t a big deal. If she wanted to work with Sheldon this wasn’t a problem.
“So, paperwork?”
Charlotte slid the stack of forms across her desk. The blonde didn’t leave. Apparently she was going to stay until the paperwork was done. She looked up a couple of times only to see the blonde smiling unsettlingly at her. When she signed her name on the dotted line it felt a little like she was selling her soul to the devil. Charlotte was probably loving this.
“All done. Here you go,” she said sliding the stack of forms back.
The blonde placed her hand on top of hers and leaned forward a bit, showing off her cleavage. “So, glad to have you on the team.”
Violet snatched her hand away. “Okay, what is going on?! You’ve been acting…weird all day.”
“I don’t know what you’re going on about.”
“Yes, you do. You’ve been smiling at me and being nice and now you’re… you’re touching me?”
“What I don’t do that enough in your dreams.”
Violet froze and her eyes widened in horror. How could she possibly know that? There was no why that she could have known that.
The blonde chuckled. “You better be careful who you tell your secrets to next time.”
“This isn’t happening.”
“Kind seems like it. And by the way, I’m flattered. I had no idea you thought about me like that.”
Violet blushed. “I-I don’t. Oh, god. Can we just forget about this?”
“Why? Afraid I’ll tell people?”
“You wouldn’t.”
The blonde smirked. “Wouldn’t I?”
“What do you want,” she asked almost desperately. She did not need to be the laughingstock of this building, especially not when Sheldon was in it.
“I don’t know. Maybe I just like making you sweat, Turner.”
“Charlotte, come on.”
“Fine, fine, don’t cry about it. When I think of something I’ll let you know.” And with that the blonde strode out of her office.