Author's Notes: Writing groove is temporarily down because of exams coming up, but here's at least a chapter to tide you over. Hope to hear from as many of you as possible how you like this story. Many things planned, several tings written ;)

I want to extend my gratitude to my faithful beta, Mediatorsk and also use this opportunity to wish her a happy birthday!

Violet cocks her brows in amusement when she sees the Chinese takeout bag in Pete's hand, "You come with food, now?" She's beginning to get used to finding Pete at her door every night. Normally they end up in some kind of heated embrace before the door even closes. She still has marks from earlier this week when they didn't even make it out of her foyer and she found herself pressed up against her own front door. This however, is the first time where he's actually brought food for the two of them to consume.

Pete shrugs, "I was hungry, figured maybe you were, too." She steps aside to let him in and he drops the bag on an empty chair, taking out the containers one by one and spreading them out all over her living room table.

"Did you buy out the whole place?" Violet jokes, commenting on the fact that he seems to have brought enough for four or five people.

Pete chuckles, "Just covering my basis, I didn't know what you might want…"

Choosing a container of Kung Pao Chicken, Violet sits cross-legged on one end of the couch, while Pete enjoys his pork and rice at the other end, "So, how are you and Cooper doing on that parenting class?" she asks, referring to her best friend's initiative to hold a parenting class for first-time dads. Violet, of course, volunteered her time and expertise on the spot, but Cooper shut her down without much consideration and she can't help but think it's somehow all linked up to their friends-with-benefits fiasco.

Realizing what she's really asking about, Pete sighs and shakes his head, "Don't tell me you and Cooper are still not talking…"

"Hey, I'm all for talking; he's the one who keeps avoiding me now. To be honest it's getting a bit ridiculous," Violet takes another bite of chicken, "After all," still chewing, "it was he who rejected me in the most humiliating way known to man; why is he holding a grudge?"

"I thought we weren't going to mope over other people," Pete reminds her, "That was your rule, remember?"

"I'm not moping," Violet insists, wondering why Pete is so bothered by this, "I'm honestly wondering why my best friend won't talk to me."

"You'll have to ask him that," Pete shrugs.

Violet rolls her eyes, "Kind of hard to do when he's not talking to me in the first place…"

"Well, you have to figure that one out on your own. Any involvement from me is just bound to make things worse…"

"Why? Because we're sleeping together? Let him know," Violet shrugs, taking another bit of her chicken, "I'm not ashamed…"

"And you don't think Cooper is going to have a problem with that on the night you two were supposed to hook up, we did instead?"

Violet can't help but laugh, "You make it sound like I dumped him and then ran to you… He made it clear he didn't want me, so why should he care who I then choose to sleep with?"

Pete wisely chooses to keep his mouth shut. For someone as observant as Violet, she's rather oblivious when it comes to her best friend and his obvious feelings for her.

"Maybe you should apologize," he suggests in between bites.

Violet frowns, "What do I have to apologize for?"

Pete shrugs, "Maybe he's feeling awkward about the whole thing. An apology might break the tension and let you guys go back to normal…"

She considers it, "Maybe, I guess it's worth a try…"

"Now, are we done talking about Cooper?"

Violet chuckles, still not seeing what the big deal is, "Then, what do you want to talk about?"

"Who said anything about talking..?"

Smirking, Violet places the container back on the table and slowly moves over to the other end of the couch. Flinging one leg over his lap, she cups his face as she kisses him. His hands are in place almost immediately, first at her waist and backside; then they are entangled in her hair, tilting her head slightly to the right as he deepens the kiss.

They're getting to a point where they're slowly learning about each other's likes and dislikes. Now he knows she's ticklish on the insides of her thighs and that her sweet spot is located about half an inch above her collarbone, and she's learned how sensitive his earlobes are to her touch. Violet has also discovered that Pete has another tattoo, located on the inside of his right ankle; the sword of Damocles, to always remind him of the high stakes that comes with being a doctor. She assumes he had it done before he switched to alternative medicine, and she's still waiting for him to explain the one located on his hip.

Violet's also discovered a couple of scars she didn't know Pete has. There's one behind his right calf, one right below his left knee and one on his back, right underneath his right shoulder blade. Not all of them are that easy to spot, and Violet somehow doubts they are the only ones. There's something mysterious linked to these scars it seems, like there's a story she has yet to learn.

Pulling her shirt over her head, Pete flips them over so that she's lying on her back with him on top. He kisses down her jaw, to her neck, hitting that spot as his hand moves her right bra strap over her shoulder and down. Grateful that he's wearing a button down shirt for once, Violet begins to unbutton his shirt one by one…

"That is the worst runway walk I have ever seen… She's not fierce, eliminate her!"

At some point they seem to have moved off her couch, her very soft and very comfortable couch to the floor. Sitting on one of the cushions Pete's back is rested against the couch with Violet situated between his legs, both of them enjoying leftover Italian take-out. Not bothering to get properly dressed after their latest sexcapade, Pete is only in his shirt and boxers while Violet is wearing one of her worn down college t-shirts, purposely bought several sizes too big. It's the shirt she usually throws on when moving out of her bed in the middle of the night and it was the closest thing within reach.

"I still can't believe this is how you like to spend your evening," Pete shakes his head in disbelief, at the same time seizing the opportunity to sneak himself to some of her noodles.

"Hey," Violet playfully swats his hand away, "if you intend on having sex tonight, you'd do wisely not to mock my favorite pastime…"

"Have sex again, you mean," Pete teasingly reminds her, nibbling on her collarbone and eliciting a moan from her, "and besides, you're mocking it…"

"Correction; I am mocking wannabe stick figures stumbling down the runway like they're Bambi on ice, you on the other hand, are mocking me…" turning her attention back to the television, "Oh, come on, she just tripped over her own feet!"

Slightly horrified by Violet's choice of entertainment, Pete can't help but laugh at her outbursts. Usually so caring and understanding, this show is really succeeding in bringing out Violet's mean side.

"Hey, how did that apology thing work out for you?" Pete suddenly realizes it's been almost a week and he's yet to hear the outcome, "Are you and Cooper talking again?"

"Cooper isn't even allowed to call me when the models are walking, what makes you think I want to talk about him right now?"

"But you are back on speaking terms, right?"

"Yes, we're all good," Violet quietly chuckles, "I actually think he might have met someone. He's being all mysterious and secretive…"

"As in met met or as in adult chat room met?" Pete inquires.

Violet shrugs, "Who knows, it's Cooper we're talking about… but I've yet to get a mayday from him, so that's a good sign at least…" Pete finds her nonchalance oddly comforting.