Dream a Little Dream

A/N: This story takes place in season 2:

Chapter One:

Violet was sprawled out on the bed panting as her lover continued to work magic on her body. Decidedly feminine hands traveled up the plane of her stomach to cup her breasts. A soft mouth worked much lower, devouring her. Her toes curled up in pleasure and her back arched up as she came. She fell back to earth as her lover crawled back up to deliver a smoldering kiss. She ran her fingers through long blonde locks. It occurred to her then that she didn't know the identity of her mystery lover. She pulled back slightly to check and gasped.


Violet rolled out of bed and landed on the floor with thud. Her eyes sprung open with horror. This could not be happening. She could not be having sex dreams about Charlotte, her mortal enemy. And she certainly couldn't be having them for the third time this week.

I just got her out of my life and now she's in my dreams.

The torrid affair between the blonde and her best friend had ended months ago. Cooper had finally gotten over her. In fact, he had a new girl friend, which meant that she no longer had to put up with him complaining about Charlotte every day. Unfortunately, she still had to see the prickly little blonde. There was no way to get around that. Charlotte was the director of Pacific Wellcare, which just so happened to be located a floor above their own practice. It annoyed her to no end that the blonde was always trying to steal patients away from Oceanside. Didn't she have anything better to do with her time?

Violet sighed and picked herself up off the ground. She would need another cold shower this morning. She might not like Charlotte, but she couldn't deny that the woman was attractive. She exuded sex appeal wherever she went. But seriously, she needed to stop having dreams about Charlotte, her arch nemesis, the source of all evil. This was just wrong in so many ways. Too bad it felt so good.


It was mid-morning and Violet was getting a refill on her coffee in the breakroom. She sipped slowly at the hot liquid, savoring every drop. She definitely needed to be caffeinated today. Even though she had a full night's sleep, she felt like had run a marathon and then stayed up all night. She really needed to get some none sex dream sleep.

Addison chuckled at her as she made her way to the coffee maker.

"Late night, Violet?"

She rolled her eyes at the redhead. "No."

"You look exhausted. Didn't get much sleep last night?"

She opened her mouth to speak and then stopped. Addison arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at her in response.

"It's just…" Violet and Addison weren't extremely close, but they were at least friends and she couldn't ever talk to Cooper about this particular problem. Violet was a talker. She just couldn't keep a secret, couldn't shut up. She solved all her problems by talking it out. The downside of being a therapist for a living.

"It's just what?" Addison asked curiously.

"God, this is so embarrassing," she muttered will scooting closer to Addison. "I've been having sex dreams."

"Sex dreams," the redhead repeated, clearly amused.

"Yes," she hissed out, mortified.

"Everyone has sex dreams, Violet. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"It's not just that." She glanced around to see if anyone was looking before whispering, "They're about Charlotte."

"Charlotte," the redhead sputtered. "Charlotte King?"


The redhead stared at her for a few moments and then began to laugh.

"It's not funny." Actually it kind of was, but she wasn't about to admit that. "I shouldn't have even said anything." She turned to leave.

"Wait, wait. I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you. I promise. It's just funny because it's Charlotte and she hates you and you hate her. And now you're having wet dreams about her."

"Yeah, yeah, it's ridiculous." She looked out of the breakroom and spotted her next patient waiting in the lobby. "Look, I gotta go. Don't say anything about this to anyone."

"Scout's honor," the redhead replied with a grin. Of course she would have to tell Naomi about this, but after that her lips were sealed.


Charlotte was over Cooper, but that didn't mean she didn't like to exact a little revenge and steal patients from Cooper and the rest of his annoying co-workers. It was the hour where most people would be taking off for lunch, but not her. Charlotte was a busy woman and didn't have time for silly things like breaks or proper nutrition. She would cram down a lackluster sandwich, chug some water and be on her way.

At the moment she was waiting for that, admittedly hot, surfer boy to come back so she could get some files. Yeah, she was able to poach a patient today. She got her jollies where she could. She gazed disinterestedly around Oceanside Wellness. Addison and Naomi were chatting quietly in the breakroom, no doubt gossiping about the latest scandal happening at Oceanside. Drama was not in short supply at this practice. She couldn't begin to express her disgust about that.

She perked up at the mention of her name. She knew she should just ignore them. She wasn't exactly Miss popular with these people, but curiosity got the better of her.

"Sex dreams." Naomi exclaimed.

"About Charlotte King," Addison added.

"I cannot believe this. Violet is having sex dreams about Charlotte King. This is too good."

The redhead chuckled and nodded. "Not a word to anyone."

As an initial response Charlotte gaped. Violet Turner was one of the most detestable people on this planet. She loathed that woman. That curly haired nuisance was the reason why her relationship with Cooper had ended. She filed this piece of information away for later. Now she had something to torture Violet with. Okay, so maybe she was a little evil.