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 Three:
Charlotte wasn’t happy at all this morning. Her date last night was a disaster. She was finally over Cooper, but she wasn’t having any luck on the dating frontier. She was used to picking up people from the various dating websites that she was a part of for drinks and hot sex, but after experiencing a real relationship and seeing what she could have, this concept no longer thrilled her. On top of the lousy date, now she had to deal with this couples therapy thing happening in her practice.
From her office she could see the circle of chairs in her lobby. The session had ended and people where already heading out. She scowled at Violet and Sheldon laughing together over something. She didn’t like that one bit. Violet destroyed her relationship with Cooper. If she wasn’t happy, Violet didn’t get to be happy either, especially not with Sheldon. Violet may be working for her part time, but she was still part of the enemy practice and she would not have any of her employees fraternizing with the competition.
0oo0oo0
Violet thought the session had gone well. With a few more sessions they would really be able to help these couples, maybe save a couple marriages. She really liked working with Sheldon. With his patients he was confident and spoke with conviction, but around her he was shy and goofy. She sort of liked having that affect on him.
“So, still on for our date Friday?” Sheldon asked after the last couple left.
She grinned. “Of course. I can’t wait.”
His smile matched hers. “Me either.”
A voice rang out, calling to Violet and ruining their moment. She rolled her eyes when recognized Charlotte’s distinctive southern twang calling her name. She shrugged an apology to Sheldon and strode over to the director’s office. The blonde was sitting behind her steel and glass desk looking particularly smug about something.
“What do you want, Charlotte.”
“Now is that any way to talk to your boss?”
Violet crossed her arms and looked off to the side. She wasn’t in the mood to play games. “Did you call me in here for a reason?”
The blonde grinned at her. It was the kind of grin the cat gave the canary just before it devoured the bird. “I need coffee.”
“You called me in here because you want coffee? It’s right outside your office in the lobby.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes. “No, I want Starbucks. Grande coffee, cream, no sugar.”
“That’s ridiculous. I’m not doing that.”
She turned to leave.
“So am I on top in these dreams, because I bet that’s something Sheldon would love to hear about.”
“Coffee? That’s really what you want?”
“Among other things. I’m going to milk this for all it’s worth, Turner.”
“I really don’t like you.”
“Good, then we’re on the same page.”
She glared at the blonde one last time and left.
0oo0oo0
“Oh, that’s gross. Who puts bacon on a cupcake?” Cooper exclaimed.
“The challenge is breakfast.” Violet said while stuffing another handful of popcorn in her mouth.
They were watching reruns of Cupcake Wars and pigging out on junk food. It was the best way to spend the night after being Charlotte’s coffee slave. She really didn’t need that. After the episode finished Cooper turned to her with a sympathetic look on his face.
“So how is it working for Charlotte King?”
She rolled her eyes. “As well as can be expected.”
“If she isn’t treating you right, I can always go and talk to her.”
“That’s the last thing I need you to do.”
“Seriously,Vi. She really doesn’t like you.
She snorted. “Understatement of the year.”
He sighed and leaned back into the couch. “I never understood why you two couldn’t get along.”
“Really? This is Charlotte King we’re talking about. The tiger, the source of all evil. She doesn’t like anyone and especially not me. First she hated me because I was your best friend now she hates me because she thinks I broke you two up.”
“You kind of did.”
“You were going to find out about her secret practice anyways. And by then you would have been way more hurt. You’re my best friend Coop. It’s my job to protect you.”
He grinned at her and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. “You’re my best friend too. So, tell me about Sheldon.”
She smiled shyly. “We’re going out for drinks on Friday. Just a nice, easy, no pressure date.”
After Cooper left she went straight to bed. She was exhausted. Couples therapy was fun, but it was a lot of extra work. She was about to drift off to sleep when her cell phone beeped. She groaned and blindly reached for her cell.
“This better be an emergency.” She looked down to see a text from an unknown number.
*So here’s the deal. If you don’t want people to know you’re having wet dreams about me, you will get me coffee every morning. I want a chai tea latte on my desk by 6:30am*
Of course. It was Charlotte.
*Vi: Fine. You do know that its 11:30pm, right? *
*Some of us are still at work*
*Vi: Has anyone ever told you that you’re a workaholic?*
*Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoying*
She rolled her eyes.*Good night Charlotte.*
*Sweet dreams, Turner ;)*
0oo0oo0
Violet woke up at 5:30am for the second day in a row. The only thing worse than waking up this early was seeing the blonde’s smirking face when she delivered her latte. The line for Starbucks was long this morning. She looked over at the pastry display case. Maybe she could fatten Charlotte up with croissants or something. Make her less attractive. No, that was a bad idea. In all honesty she thought the woman could do with a few more pounds. She had to admit that as much as she hated Charlotte she at least had to admire her for her work ethic. She put 100 percent into everything she did, which meant ignoring basic nutrition.
She purchased the latte with a danish for the blonde and muffin for herself. The blonde raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at her when she deposited the latte and danish on her desk.
“What is that?” Charlotte asked while gesturing at the pastry.
“It’s a danish.”
“I know that. Why is it on my desk?”
“Because breakfast should include food that isn’t liquid. Man cannot survive on coffee alone,” she said sagely.
The blonde tried to hide her smile. “Uh, huh. Well, thanks.”
Maybe there was some good in Charlotte.
“So Turner, tell me more about these dreams. Still having them?”
And it looks like she spoke too soon. She tried to prevent the blush that would inevitably appear, but when it did a predatory smile blossomed across the blonde’s face.
“Well isn’t that nice. So what is it we do in these dreams exactly? Bondage? Role play? I’m a fan of both.”
If it was possible her blush grew even deeper. It’s not like she was a prude. She was a therapist for god’s sakes. She talked about intimacy on a daily bases.
The blonde seemed to be waiting for some sort of response.
She ran a hand through her curls nervously.“No, nothing like that.”
“How disappointing,” the blonde drawled. “So you bat for both teams, huh?”
“Not recently. Alright, you got your coffee now I’m going.”
On her way over out she ran into Sheldon. He looked surprised that she was coming out of his boss’s office again. He always came to work early and yesterday he had noticed Violet going into the office with coffee and then leaving a few minutes later empty handed. It was no secret that Violet and Charlotte hated each other. He was curious about what was going on.
“Is everything okay, Violet?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”
He nodded his head towards the blonde’s office. “I noticed that you brought her coffee yesterday.”
“Oh, that. I figured I better make nice since she’s my new boss,” she lied. “I thought it might be a good thing to do if I want to keep doing these sessions.”
“Good thinking.”
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Charlotte watched the exchange between Violet and Sheldon outside her office. She scoffed. Everyone was always so sympathetic with Violet. Poor, helpless Violet. Everyone always sided with her, especially Cooper.
She took a bite out of her danish. As much as she hated to admit it she was grateful for the pastry. She thought about the new information she had learned from the curly-haired nuisance. She got a lot of joy out of making the therapist squirm and blush. She kind of liked having this affect on Violet. She was starting to wonder if Violet was actually attracted to her.
0oo0oo0
One Friday, the fourth day of this deal, Violet just couldn’t bring herself to get out of bed. She was exhausted. She didn’t know how Charlotte did it while working two jobs. Instead she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
At 6:30am her cell phone rang. She groaned and reluctantly picked it up.
“Hello,” she said sleepily.
“I want my coffee, Turner. You know I’m not a morning person.”
“You’re not much of a day person either.”
“Cute. Now get out of bed and get me my coffee.”
Twenty minutes later Violet handed the prickly blonde her morning latte and pastry. She flopped into the chair in front of Charlotte’s desk and took a moment to study the woman in front of her.
“How do you do it?”
“How do I do what?” Charlotte asked only slightly annoyed.
“How do you work two jobs? Seriously, you’re the first here and last to leave.”
“I’m just a hard worker, if that’s not too difficult a concept for you to understand.”
“Right.” She looked the blonde over. Charlotte was impeccably dressed in a white blouse and a high-waisted navy blue pencil skirt. She allowed her eyes to linger on the blonde’s long legs. She could see why Cooper found her so appealing. When she looked back up, the blonde was smirking at her. She had been caught ogling the woman. Great.
“Well, Cruella, I better get going.” That certainly wiped the smirk of Charlotte’s face. And with that she was gone.
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 Three:
Charlotte wasn’t happy at all this morning. Her date last night was a disaster. She was finally over Cooper, but she wasn’t having any luck on the dating frontier. She was used to picking up people from the various dating websites that she was a part of for drinks and hot sex, but after experiencing a real relationship and seeing what she could have, this concept no longer thrilled her. On top of the lousy date, now she had to deal with this couples therapy thing happening in her practice.
From her office she could see the circle of chairs in her lobby. The session had ended and people where already heading out. She scowled at Violet and Sheldon laughing together over something. She didn’t like that one bit. Violet destroyed her relationship with Cooper. If she wasn’t happy, Violet didn’t get to be happy either, especially not with Sheldon. Violet may be working for her part time, but she was still part of the enemy practice and she would not have any of her employees fraternizing with the competition.
0oo0oo0
Violet thought the session had gone well. With a few more sessions they would really be able to help these couples, maybe save a couple marriages. She really liked working with Sheldon. With his patients he was confident and spoke with conviction, but around her he was shy and goofy. She sort of liked having that affect on him.
“So, still on for our date Friday?” Sheldon asked after the last couple left.
She grinned. “Of course. I can’t wait.”
His smile matched hers. “Me either.”
A voice rang out, calling to Violet and ruining their moment. She rolled her eyes when recognized Charlotte’s distinctive southern twang calling her name. She shrugged an apology to Sheldon and strode over to the director’s office. The blonde was sitting behind her steel and glass desk looking particularly smug about something.
“What do you want, Charlotte.”
“Now is that any way to talk to your boss?”
Violet crossed her arms and looked off to the side. She wasn’t in the mood to play games. “Did you call me in here for a reason?”
The blonde grinned at her. It was the kind of grin the cat gave the canary just before it devoured the bird. “I need coffee.”
“You called me in here because you want coffee? It’s right outside your office in the lobby.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes. “No, I want Starbucks. Grande coffee, cream, no sugar.”
“That’s ridiculous. I’m not doing that.”
She turned to leave.
“So am I on top in these dreams, because I bet that’s something Sheldon would love to hear about.”
“Coffee? That’s really what you want?”
“Among other things. I’m going to milk this for all it’s worth, Turner.”
“I really don’t like you.”
“Good, then we’re on the same page.”
She glared at the blonde one last time and left.
0oo0oo0
“Oh, that’s gross. Who puts bacon on a cupcake?” Cooper exclaimed.
“The challenge is breakfast.” Violet said while stuffing another handful of popcorn in her mouth.
They were watching reruns of Cupcake Wars and pigging out on junk food. It was the best way to spend the night after being Charlotte’s coffee slave. She really didn’t need that. After the episode finished Cooper turned to her with a sympathetic look on his face.
“So how is it working for Charlotte King?”
She rolled her eyes. “As well as can be expected.”
“If she isn’t treating you right, I can always go and talk to her.”
“That’s the last thing I need you to do.”
“Seriously,Vi. She really doesn’t like you.
She snorted. “Understatement of the year.”
He sighed and leaned back into the couch. “I never understood why you two couldn’t get along.”
“Really? This is Charlotte King we’re talking about. The tiger, the source of all evil. She doesn’t like anyone and especially not me. First she hated me because I was your best friend now she hates me because she thinks I broke you two up.”
“You kind of did.”
“You were going to find out about her secret practice anyways. And by then you would have been way more hurt. You’re my best friend Coop. It’s my job to protect you.”
He grinned at her and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. “You’re my best friend too. So, tell me about Sheldon.”
She smiled shyly. “We’re going out for drinks on Friday. Just a nice, easy, no pressure date.”
After Cooper left she went straight to bed. She was exhausted. Couples therapy was fun, but it was a lot of extra work. She was about to drift off to sleep when her cell phone beeped. She groaned and blindly reached for her cell.
“This better be an emergency.” She looked down to see a text from an unknown number.
*So here’s the deal. If you don’t want people to know you’re having wet dreams about me, you will get me coffee every morning. I want a chai tea latte on my desk by 6:30am*
Of course. It was Charlotte.
*Vi: Fine. You do know that its 11:30pm, right? *
*Some of us are still at work*
*Vi: Has anyone ever told you that you’re a workaholic?*
*Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoying*
She rolled her eyes.*Good night Charlotte.*
*Sweet dreams, Turner ;)*
0oo0oo0
Violet woke up at 5:30am for the second day in a row. The only thing worse than waking up this early was seeing the blonde’s smirking face when she delivered her latte. The line for Starbucks was long this morning. She looked over at the pastry display case. Maybe she could fatten Charlotte up with croissants or something. Make her less attractive. No, that was a bad idea. In all honesty she thought the woman could do with a few more pounds. She had to admit that as much as she hated Charlotte she at least had to admire her for her work ethic. She put 100 percent into everything she did, which meant ignoring basic nutrition.
She purchased the latte with a danish for the blonde and muffin for herself. The blonde raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at her when she deposited the latte and danish on her desk.
“What is that?” Charlotte asked while gesturing at the pastry.
“It’s a danish.”
“I know that. Why is it on my desk?”
“Because breakfast should include food that isn’t liquid. Man cannot survive on coffee alone,” she said sagely.
The blonde tried to hide her smile. “Uh, huh. Well, thanks.”
Maybe there was some good in Charlotte.
“So Turner, tell me more about these dreams. Still having them?”
And it looks like she spoke too soon. She tried to prevent the blush that would inevitably appear, but when it did a predatory smile blossomed across the blonde’s face.
“Well isn’t that nice. So what is it we do in these dreams exactly? Bondage? Role play? I’m a fan of both.”
If it was possible her blush grew even deeper. It’s not like she was a prude. She was a therapist for god’s sakes. She talked about intimacy on a daily bases.
The blonde seemed to be waiting for some sort of response.
She ran a hand through her curls nervously.“No, nothing like that.”
“How disappointing,” the blonde drawled. “So you bat for both teams, huh?”
“Not recently. Alright, you got your coffee now I’m going.”
On her way over out she ran into Sheldon. He looked surprised that she was coming out of his boss’s office again. He always came to work early and yesterday he had noticed Violet going into the office with coffee and then leaving a few minutes later empty handed. It was no secret that Violet and Charlotte hated each other. He was curious about what was going on.
“Is everything okay, Violet?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”
He nodded his head towards the blonde’s office. “I noticed that you brought her coffee yesterday.”
“Oh, that. I figured I better make nice since she’s my new boss,” she lied. “I thought it might be a good thing to do if I want to keep doing these sessions.”
“Good thinking.”
0oo0oo0
Charlotte watched the exchange between Violet and Sheldon outside her office. She scoffed. Everyone was always so sympathetic with Violet. Poor, helpless Violet. Everyone always sided with her, especially Cooper.
She took a bite out of her danish. As much as she hated to admit it she was grateful for the pastry. She thought about the new information she had learned from the curly-haired nuisance. She got a lot of joy out of making the therapist squirm and blush. She kind of liked having this affect on Violet. She was starting to wonder if Violet was actually attracted to her.
0oo0oo0
One Friday, the fourth day of this deal, Violet just couldn’t bring herself to get out of bed. She was exhausted. She didn’t know how Charlotte did it while working two jobs. Instead she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
At 6:30am her cell phone rang. She groaned and reluctantly picked it up.
“Hello,” she said sleepily.
“I want my coffee, Turner. You know I’m not a morning person.”
“You’re not much of a day person either.”
“Cute. Now get out of bed and get me my coffee.”
Twenty minutes later Violet handed the prickly blonde her morning latte and pastry. She flopped into the chair in front of Charlotte’s desk and took a moment to study the woman in front of her.
“How do you do it?”
“How do I do what?” Charlotte asked only slightly annoyed.
“How do you work two jobs? Seriously, you’re the first here and last to leave.”
“I’m just a hard worker, if that’s not too difficult a concept for you to understand.”
“Right.” She looked the blonde over. Charlotte was impeccably dressed in a white blouse and a high-waisted navy blue pencil skirt. She allowed her eyes to linger on the blonde’s long legs. She could see why Cooper found her so appealing. When she looked back up, the blonde was smirking at her. She had been caught ogling the woman. Great.
“Well, Cruella, I better get going.” That certainly wiped the smirk of Charlotte’s face. And with that she was gone.