Violentine one-shots (The Walking Dead)

Chapter LXXXIV: No Need To Take Things Slow.

"Oh, it was that good?" Violet asked with a cocky tone, her sarcasm meaning nothing too serious. 

"Mmmm, I'd say second best." 

"Really? Ouch." 

It seemed like Violet was playing, but truly, she was taking it to the heart. Remembering everything she did wrong. Whenever Clementine wasn't making some form of noise, Violet knew not to do that next time. 

"Okay, but If im being honest, you were probably about a centimeter away from being the best. One more round would've topped it off." Clementine chuckled, sitting down on the counter, her legs dangling off the edge. 

"No underwear? How sinful." 

"You didn't complain last night." Clementine shrugged, obviously teasing Violet with a very charismatic charm to her voice. "How about I come over after work? Today's a short day." Violet waited for an answer as she took a bite out of a sausage and handed a plate to Clementine. 

"I have to write today... You know, for the MFA program? I'm supposed to write a poem about something meaningful, but I can't put anything into words."

"Well, believe it or not, I'm all about creative writing, so, I could help you if you need me to." 

"No funny business. Okay?"

"Can't make any promises." 

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The whole day, all Violet could think about was Clementine. 

What she tasted like.

What she smelled like.

Her face. 

Her body.

Her. 

All of her. 

She watched all of her Instagram stories over and over again, every time she watched, they became more and more addictive. 

Violet couldn't stop herself. Even if she tried to, she'd get the feeling, the same one she'd get as if she had to sneeze and it went away. It'd feel like that until she watched them. Over and over again. 

Meanwhile, Clementine hit a brick wall with her poem. 

1:24 and still only one sentence down. 

Clementine had a bad habit of telling herself that she was useless and uncreative. Violet strongly believed otherwise.

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Clem <3: I can't write about anything. I'm so fucking uncreative.

Flwerbby: Don't tell yourself that, love. You're amazing. What's wrong? Talk to me. 

Clem<3: I'm having a hard time turning feelings into words. I don't know why. 

Flwerbby: My shift is up in about 2 hours. I'll be over as soon as I can. I'll just go home and change into something comfortable and I'll be on my way. I'll show you how I do it. 

Clem <3: I miss you, stranger. :(

Flwerbby: I know, I miss you too, but I'll be over as fast as I can. Trust me, you don't wanna see me in scrubs. 

Clem <3: Alright, well, drive safe. If you need anything, call me

Flwerbby: I will. Be safe as well. I've gotta go now. I'll try to check up on you in about an hour or so. 

Clem <3: Okey dokey :)

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Clementine sat on the couch in the living room couch, checking the window and her phone every 5 minutes until 2 and a half hours passed. 

Just when she almost fell asleep, her phone rang. 

She already knew who it was. 

"Hello?" Clementine answered with a sing-songy tone to her voice.  

"Yeah, Clem, I'll be on my way in a little, I had to do print something for a friend. I'm almost done."

"I was starting to think you forgot about me or something." Clementine pouted but planted a smile on her face. She couldn't resist it. She was attached already. 

"Trust me, you're on my mind, sweetheart." 

A/N: If yall want smut, let me know, because I'll gladly write it, just don't know where the general audience stands on this topic.