This is my first shot at a Private Practice story. Set at the end of 3x15. I'm just a sucker for Violet and Pete.
Enjoy!
There was the clink of glasses toasting, guests wishing Maya and Dink their congratulations, and of course the smooth jazz playing in the background – your usual wedding reception sounds – but all that Pete could seem to concentrate on was her. She was loading her plate with practically everything in sight, with very little restraint. Pete couldn't help but let out a chuckle at her little balancing act. "It's now or never." Pete thought to himself, and then he began to move towards her.
"Dance with me?" He asked.
Looking up at his face Violet couldn't help but ask, "What? Why?"
"Come on Violet, it's a wedding. People dance at weddings, right? So just…dance with me." Pete held out his had to her, silently admitting he was afraid she wouldn't take it. But she did, and he let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. Nonchalantly he linked his arm with hers as he guided her to the dance floor.
Violet soon found that she and Pete were slowly swaying to one of those sappy love songs. She thought she hated songs like that, but this felt nice. It was then that she noticed his hand on the small of her back, and her own head resting on his shoulder.
The sappy song in question began to fade out, and oddly enough, she didn't want it to end.
"Hey Vi?" Pete was a bit apprehensive in his approach. She looked so comfortable during their dance, and he didn't want to jeopardize his chances. "Yea Pete?"
"I just wanted to let you know, whenever you're ready, I'll be right here."
Letting her hands fall to her sides Violet opened her mouth, but for some reason no sound came out. She had just closed her eyes for a moment to rein in her thoughts, but when she opened them, Pete was gone.
So should I keep going? Please review! Suggestions and advice are gladly welcomed!