Chapter 10:

They had spent the whole night talking. Well, after they finished a couple amazing rounds of sex. Violet knew Charlotte going to be good in bed. Some people are just like that. You can look and them and tell that they're a total animal in the sack. The first round had been sweet and tender, but she knew that had been Charlotte's version of an apology. It was a good apology. And everything after that was just…wow.

While she had been in the process of taking off the blonde's bra it occurred to her that Charlotte may have never been with a woman before. She had only ever heard of Charlotte's sexual exploits with men. When she asked, Charlotte just laughed and said this wasn't her first rodeo. Charlotte was such a sexual being, it made sense that her sexuality would be fluid.

But anyways, after that Charlotte had listened to her talk all night, wiped away all her tears and even promised to help box up all the baby stuff with her later. She felt a little better after that. At some point she must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew the sun was streaming through the window. She looked over to see Charlotte reading one of her trashier romance novels.

"What time is it?" Her voice was still husky with sleep.

"A little after noon."

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and scrubbed her hands over her face.

"Why did you let me sleep in so late?" She mumbled into her hands.

The blonde shrugged. "You looked tired."

"I was," she agreed while surreptitiously moving closer to Charlotte for a quick snuggle.

Charlotte huffed. "Oh, just get over here. You look like a baby caterpillar scootin' around like that."

She laughed. "Sorry, I know how you hate to cuddle."

The blonde rolled her eyes and pulled her in closer. "I don't hate it; I'm just not a big fan. If you wanna cuddle, then we can cuddle." She brushed a few errant curls out of Violet's face. "Good Lord, you womenfolk are so needy."

Violet giggled and then kissed the blonde. Charlotte had no idea how adorable her grumpiness could be sometimes.

Eventually they got up and Violet made breakfast with Charlotte's help. She didn't want to say anything, but the blonde was kind of a klutz in the kitchen. Spilling juice, burning the eggs. It was nice to know that the blonde wasn't perfect at everything.

They spent the afternoon making out on her couch and watching Gilmore Girls. It amused her to find out that the blonde actually liked the show. She thought for sure that Charlotte would only watch documentaries and discovery health or other equally boring shows. At the end of the day the blonde had to leave. Having two jobs didn't translate to a lot of free time. Charlotte left her reluctantly, but promised to have coffee with her come Monday morning.

0oo0oo0

The weekend passed and when Violet returned to the practice she was doing much better than she had before. She had spent the rest of her weekend grieving and crying and getting past her loss. She wasn't completely better, but it was definitely a start and everyone noticed.

She smiled at Addison and Naomi, who were also in the break room getting their morning coffee. Her phone buzzed, alerting her to a text message.

Charlotte: Be down in a minute.

She smiled at the message and returned to bustling around the break room kitchenette, humming as she did.

"Someone's in a good mood," Addison commented behind her.

Violet turned around and smiled. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Something happen over the weekend?" Naomi asked with a lift of her eyebrow.

An image of Charlotte lying naked on her bed flitted through her mind and a light blush graced her cheeks. "Oh, nothing really."

Addison opened her mouth to stay something more, but then decided to just let it go. The ding of the elevator and the click-clack of heels told her that Charlotte had arrived.

The blonde was carrying two mugs of coffee. Charlotte handed the purple mug to her.

She patted the barstool next to her. "We have coffee here too, you know."

"Yeah, but mine's better," Charlotte said smugly.

No one disagreed with her because it was completely true. Pacific Wellcare coffee was just good.

"Mornin'," Charlotte greeted Naomi and Addison, who had gone silent upon her arrival.

The blonde glanced at her uneasily. Charlotte had never really gotten along with anyone at Oceanside, even when she was dating Cooper.

Addison had seen the look the blonde was giving Violet and decided to take initiative.

"So Charlotte, have a good weekend?"

The blonde smirked and tried to hide it by taking a sip of coffee.

The redhead grinned. "That good, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess it was," the blonde answered cheekily while nudging her foot.

After that, conversation flowed a little more easily. Charlotte was a little too sarcastic at times, a little too haughty at others. Violet knew that Charlotte wasn't known for her conversational skills, or her socializing skills, but at least the blonde was trying and that's all she could really ask for.

Cooper came in and they got quiet again. He kissed her forehead and patted Charlotte's head like a dog. The blonde swatted his hand away and glared at him.

Cooper got himself some coffee, grabbed a bagel and turned to join in on the conversation.

"Hey, why are you guys so quiet?" He paused and then gasped. "You were talking about sex!"

Violet, along with everyone else rolled their eyes.

0oo0oo0

As the week went on her mood only got better. It could be the fact that she was actually dealing with the loss of her baby, or that Charlotte was being the friend that she always wanted her to be or maybe it was the fact that everyone had stopped treating her like she was made of glass. Even Sheldon thought it was safe to approach her.

After the second couples therapy session for that week, Sheldon struck up a conversation with her. She forgot how much fun she had with him. When the last couple had left, Sheldon asked her if she wanted to continue this conversation over coffee and she thought that was a wonderful idea.

0oo0oo0

Charlotte watched Violet laugh at something Sheldon had said and frowned. From the comfort of her transparent office she could see everything they were doing. She knew that the therapist had been interested in Sheldon before all that baby drama, but she thought that Violet would be done with him now that they were…something. She had no idea what they were, but Violet kept insisting that they were friends, friends with some very nice benefits. She guessed this meant Violet could date whoever she wanted, but she really didn't like it.

She watched Violet leave with Sheldon and sighed. This was bad. She would have to do something about this. She wasn't jealous or anything, she just didn't want Violet to be with anyone else. Alright, she was just a little jealous, but only a little.

"You look like you're deep in thought," someone said from the doorway.

She startled and looked over to see Archer. Great.

"Yes, Montgomery and that's where I'd like to remain."

"Or you could tell me what you're thinking about, over drinks."

"No, thank you."

He took a seat in front of her desk. "Come on, Charlotte-."

"It's Dr. King."

"It's the end of the day, end of the week. A drink would do you some good."

"I can't," she said coldly, not even bothering to look at him.

"And why's that?"

"None of your damn business," she snapped.

Archer stood up and began to walk out, but stopped at the doorway.

"If you're involved with someone that doesn't mean you can have a little fun every now and then."

"Seriously, I am this close to firing you," She practically growled. "I am your boss and this is inappropriate."

"Fine, I'll go. Don't think that this is over Charlotte King. I like a challenge." And with that he left.

She was really regretting hiring him right about now.

0oo0oo0

Violet rushed to St. Ambrose as fast as she could. She had gotten a page from Charlotte and although it wasn't a 911, she was still worried. She flew down the halls of the hospital and into Charlotte's office.

"What is it? Did something happen?"

The blonde looked up from her desk and smiled.

"Close the door," Charlotte said huskily.

She did as she was told and walked over to the blonde's side of the desk. Before she got a chance to speak again, the blonde stood and pushed her backward until her back hit the edge of the desk. Charlotte kissed her slowly and languidly. The blonde nibbled on her lower lip. She parted her lips and allowed the blonde entrance. She moaned as Charlotte's tongue brushed deliciously against hers.

She broke the kiss to stare incredulously at the blonde. "I thought there was an emergency."

Charlotte smirked. "There is." The blonde leaned in closer and nipped at the tender skin below her ear. "I'm very, very horny," she whispered in her ear.

"Oh, god." She felt her body flood with arousal.

"Uh huh, horny." Charlotte slipped a hand down her pants and hummed her approval at the wetness she found there. "And apparently so are you."

Violet's knees felt weak and she grabbed at Charlotte's lab coat for support.

"What do you think I should do about it," the blonde said while lazily circling her clit with her fingers.

"Charlotte, please," she said breathily in the blonde's ear.

This seemed to be encouragement enough. The blonde increased her speed before moving on to slip two fingers inside her. She gasped and held on harder to Charlotte. The blonde started off with a nice steady pace, finding a good rhythm that made Violet gasp and squirm. The pace picked up abruptly. Charlotte swallowed her moans in a series of hot wet kisses. God, she was amazing.

"Oh, god, I'm going to…." She came a second after. Charlotte held onto her as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. This was so much better than an emergency.

Once she found that she could stand by herself again she turned them around so that Charlotte was the one with her back against the desk. She was set on returning the favor.

"Get on the desk," She ordered.

Charlotte smirked. "Bossy."

"I really want to go down on you right now. So get on the desk."

Charlotte moaned and got up on her desk. "You are the best friend I ever had."

Violet laughed. "Really," she asked while pushing the blonde's skirt up.

A knock at the door caused them to jump apart.

"Shit," the blonde swore. "Just a minute."

They quickly adjusted their clothes and smoothed down hair. Hopefully, they looked normal and not like they were having dirty office sex.

"Come in," the blonde said.

The door opened and Cooper walked in with Julia in hand. Clearly he was getting ready to head on out for the night.

"I just need to get your signature on this and –oh, hey Violet."

The blonde grabbed the clipboard and quickly scribbled her signature across the page.

"Are you okay?" Cooper asked. The question was directed towards her and she knew that she must still be a little flushed.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine."

Julia smiled at her. Before the whole baby incident Julia hadn't really liked her much. Julia couldn't understand why Cooper needed to spend so much time with his female best friend. She didn't understand why Cooper always came when Violet called. But since the whole baby thing, Julia had been a lot more sympathetic.

"Here, ya go," the blonde said while thrusting the clipboard back into Cooper's hand.

"So what are you two gals up too?" Julia said.

Violet didn't want to be rude, but she really wanted to continue the dirty office sex they were having.

"Oh, nothing. Just some girl talk," she said dismissively.

"How nice. You know what? The four of us should all go out to dinner sometime. Cooper's friends are my friends too," Julia quipped.

"That sounds great. We should do that." God, she hoped they wouldn't.

She heard Charlotte mumble something that sounded vaguely like a 'yeah.'

"How about next Friday then?"

She glanced at Cooper who merely shrugged before plastering on a big fake smile and saying, "Sure, why not?"

When they left, Charlotte groaned loudly behind her.

"Why did you do that?" The blonde whined.

"Well, I couldn't say no. That would be rude."

Charlotte scoffed. "You're too nice, Violet. Besides I'm not really Cooper's friend, I'm his ex."

"If I'm going so are you. She doesn't like me either. Cooper's girlfriends never like me. I wonder why," she mused.

The blonde snorted. "Seriously?"

"What?"

"You're just the woman Cooper likes to spend all his time with. Do the math."

She could feel her face crinkle up in confusion. "So? He's my best friend."

"You know for someone who's supposed to know about people, you can be pretty clueless. You're gorgeous and they're jealous."

She blushed. "Oh."

The blonde chuckled and placed a hand on her red cheek. "You have no clue how beautiful you are do you?"

"I, uh-." She stuttered.

The blonde leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Well you are. You're beautiful."