Title: Just For Tonight
Fandom: Viola come il mare
Author: veronyxk84
Pairing: Viola Vitale/Francesco Demir
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 300 (Ellipsus)
Spoilers/Setting: Set during S2.
Summary: Francesco realizes he might be more jealous—and more in love—than he ever meant to be.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.

Challenge: #519 Amnesty 86 + #149 One Night Only

Also for: #507 - Jealous by drabble_zone

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The music at Palermo’s Summer Fest was so loud that the glasses on Francesco and Turi’s table were rattling. Viola and Tamara were a little farther away, press passes around their necks, lost in the crowd.

When some guy asked Viola to dance, Francesco tried to ignore the knot tightening in his stomach.

She laughed, carefree and radiant, even when the guy kept stepping on her feet. Francesco stiffened. He had no right to be this jealous. They were nothing more than neighbors.

Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore: he stood up, leaving Turi with his sad light beer, and crossed the sand in long strides.

“Excuse me,” he said, brushing past the guy without much courtesy, “but she promised me a dance.”

It was a lie, but Viola played along, amused. “What’s wrong, Francesco? Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

He looked at her intensely, and for a moment he felt the urge to tell her everything: that the tension between them was driving him insane, that the idea of not wanting a steady relationship was starting to feel increasingly stupid. But he held back.

“I was just tired of watching that klutz stomp on your feet,” he lied.

Viola laughed. “Yeah. Zero coordination.”

“I officially volunteer as your dance partner for the rest of the night. I can even pretend to be a jealous boyfriend, and keep all those wannabe dancers away from your poor feet.”

“You’d really do that?”

Francesco winked. “Sure. But only for tonight.”

“Then I’ll be the needy girlfriend, just for tonight. Actually, I’ll start right now: I’m tired and thirsty. Will you get me a granita, darling?” she asked, kissing his cheek. “I’ll wait at the table.”

Francesco watched her walk back, his heart pounding. And what if it wasn’t for one night only?


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