It's Not Like She Wanted To
Title: It's Not Like She Wanted To
Author: align_my_heart
Fandom: The Office
Pairing: Pam/Angela
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Minor "Dundies" spoilers
Warnings: None whatsoever.
Summary: Angela gives Pam a ride home after the Dundies. Things don't go as expected.
Author's Notes: Set immediately after the Dundies. This is my first Office fic and I wrote it extremely quickly so I apologize if it's not great. Also, it might turn into a 5 times fic and it might not. We'll see. Enjoy. :)
Pam leaned her head against the window and blew her alcohol reeked breath-and Angela would have a fit if her car smelled of beer tomorrow-on the cold glass, giggling as she spread the steam to make a messy, lopsided smiley face. She peeled her face off the window, a ridiculous grin plastered on it, and pointed foolishly to her right, trying to get Angela to look at her little drawing.
She just glanced over, though, throwing her signature disapproving look, complete with a judgmental eyebrow raise, at Pam. This is why she hated office parties that she wasn’t allowed to plan- there was always alcohol. Not that she had anything against having a drink, one drink, but there was always somebody that overindulges, bordering on the line of sin, proving to her, once again, that these people have barely any brain cells and even fewer morals. It just happened to be Pam this time.
Pam burst into laughter, doubling over onto Angela’s shoulder.
“Don’t touch me.” She said, and though her eyes were still glued to the road, a flicker of uncertainty flashed through them.
Pam slowly stopped laughing and, despite Angela’s warning, she still didn’t move, her forehead resting gently against the blonde’s tense shoulder. Angela didn’t know what to do so they both stayed silent for a moment, the only sound being Pam’s slow, heavy breathing.
“I kissed Jim.” Angela felt Pam wince against her.
“I know. I saw.” Angela’s face hardened and she tried to shrug Pam off her shoulder but the woman wouldn’t budge, “You shouldn’t have done that. Did you just forget about Roy? He’s a good man and he doesn’t deserve to be cheated on.”
Pam paused, hopefully thinking over Angela’s words and realizing how much of a slut she was being.
“Can we not talk about this?” Pam sighed.
“You’re the one who brought it up. Besides, God will be the one judging you, not me.” That was a lie, Angela was definitely judging her, and she could reprimand her further but Pam was starting to go slack against her and she would much prefer to finish scolding her when Pam was awake and sober.
Pam tilted her head to the side and snuggled up against Angela’s neck, her lips brushing lightly over her skin for only a split-second but it was enough to make Angela suck in a quiet breath. She didn’t dare look down.
She turned the corner onto Pam’s street, causing Pam to almost fall off her shoulder. She braced her hand against the blonde’s tiny thigh to keep from slipping. Even after she steadied herself, though, she didn’t remove the hand. She sat there draped on Angela, her hand against her thigh and her head against her neck. Angela only sat there stiffly as she pulled her car over in front of Pam’s building.
“You need to get up now.” Angela said tightly.
Pam still didn’t move.
“Get up.”
She groaned. Angela rolled her eyes and moved to unbuckle the other woman’s seat belt, “Time to get up.”
“But you’re so soft. “ Pam sighed, “You’re so soft and comfortable and warm,” Pam clung on to Angela desperately as she tried to push her off her shoulder and reach the seatbelt, “and pretty.”
Angela froze. Pretty? No. That couldn’t have been right. She had misheard.
But suddenly Pam’s lips were against Angela’s neck and she was kissing up her skin to Angela’s jaw. So apparently she had heard right because Pam was kissing her jaw. This was wrong. This was wrong in every way possible and she had to stop it. But then Pam’s lips found Angela’s and, wow, that felt good. She hadn’t been kissed in a long time, at least not like this. And maybe Pam wasn’t as drunk as Angela thought she was because this wasn’t sloppy at all. This was passionate and smooth and wrong. This was so, so wrong and why wasn’t she stopping it?
Why was she kissing back?
Angela couldn’t help it, though. She hadn’t felt smooth, warm, insistent skin against hers in so long and now that Pam’s hand was at the back of Angela’s neck and her fingertips were clutching gently at her hair, what could she do?
And Angela really should push her away but Pam just kept kissing her like that and now her tongue was skimming the top of Angela’s lip and it was just begging to be let in. And, really, who was Angela to deny that? So she opened her mouth just a bit and that was enough for Pam to plunge in.
Pam’s tongue caressed hers and she really shouldn’t respond because that would only be provoking this but Angela was all about carrying her own weight and it wouldn’t be fair to Pam if she didn’t give something back. So she lifted her tongue and slid it over Pam’s. She wanted to moan because it really had been so long but she wouldn’t dare because that would be a sign that she was actually doing this and she was actually enjoying it.
Angela found herself leaning forward, pushing into the kiss even though her lungs were screaming for air. She needed to detach herself but Pam’s lips felt so damn good and even though this was exactly the thing she had been appalled at earlier, this adultery, she couldn’t pull herself away.
Apparently Pam needed air too because Angela’s mouth was suddenly empty. Suddenly Pam was unbuckling her seat belt without a word. She was getting out of the car and walking to the front door. She was gone.
Angela just sat there, stunned and angry at herself, angry at Pam. She would have a fit if her car or her breath smelled of beer tomorrow.
Author: align_my_heart
Fandom: The Office
Pairing: Pam/Angela
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Minor "Dundies" spoilers
Warnings: None whatsoever.
Summary: Angela gives Pam a ride home after the Dundies. Things don't go as expected.
Author's Notes: Set immediately after the Dundies. This is my first Office fic and I wrote it extremely quickly so I apologize if it's not great. Also, it might turn into a 5 times fic and it might not. We'll see. Enjoy. :)
Pam leaned her head against the window and blew her alcohol reeked breath-and Angela would have a fit if her car smelled of beer tomorrow-on the cold glass, giggling as she spread the steam to make a messy, lopsided smiley face. She peeled her face off the window, a ridiculous grin plastered on it, and pointed foolishly to her right, trying to get Angela to look at her little drawing.
She just glanced over, though, throwing her signature disapproving look, complete with a judgmental eyebrow raise, at Pam. This is why she hated office parties that she wasn’t allowed to plan- there was always alcohol. Not that she had anything against having a drink, one drink, but there was always somebody that overindulges, bordering on the line of sin, proving to her, once again, that these people have barely any brain cells and even fewer morals. It just happened to be Pam this time.
Pam burst into laughter, doubling over onto Angela’s shoulder.
“Don’t touch me.” She said, and though her eyes were still glued to the road, a flicker of uncertainty flashed through them.
Pam slowly stopped laughing and, despite Angela’s warning, she still didn’t move, her forehead resting gently against the blonde’s tense shoulder. Angela didn’t know what to do so they both stayed silent for a moment, the only sound being Pam’s slow, heavy breathing.
“I kissed Jim.” Angela felt Pam wince against her.
“I know. I saw.” Angela’s face hardened and she tried to shrug Pam off her shoulder but the woman wouldn’t budge, “You shouldn’t have done that. Did you just forget about Roy? He’s a good man and he doesn’t deserve to be cheated on.”
Pam paused, hopefully thinking over Angela’s words and realizing how much of a slut she was being.
“Can we not talk about this?” Pam sighed.
“You’re the one who brought it up. Besides, God will be the one judging you, not me.” That was a lie, Angela was definitely judging her, and she could reprimand her further but Pam was starting to go slack against her and she would much prefer to finish scolding her when Pam was awake and sober.
Pam tilted her head to the side and snuggled up against Angela’s neck, her lips brushing lightly over her skin for only a split-second but it was enough to make Angela suck in a quiet breath. She didn’t dare look down.
She turned the corner onto Pam’s street, causing Pam to almost fall off her shoulder. She braced her hand against the blonde’s tiny thigh to keep from slipping. Even after she steadied herself, though, she didn’t remove the hand. She sat there draped on Angela, her hand against her thigh and her head against her neck. Angela only sat there stiffly as she pulled her car over in front of Pam’s building.
“You need to get up now.” Angela said tightly.
Pam still didn’t move.
“Get up.”
She groaned. Angela rolled her eyes and moved to unbuckle the other woman’s seat belt, “Time to get up.”
“But you’re so soft. “ Pam sighed, “You’re so soft and comfortable and warm,” Pam clung on to Angela desperately as she tried to push her off her shoulder and reach the seatbelt, “and pretty.”
Angela froze. Pretty? No. That couldn’t have been right. She had misheard.
But suddenly Pam’s lips were against Angela’s neck and she was kissing up her skin to Angela’s jaw. So apparently she had heard right because Pam was kissing her jaw. This was wrong. This was wrong in every way possible and she had to stop it. But then Pam’s lips found Angela’s and, wow, that felt good. She hadn’t been kissed in a long time, at least not like this. And maybe Pam wasn’t as drunk as Angela thought she was because this wasn’t sloppy at all. This was passionate and smooth and wrong. This was so, so wrong and why wasn’t she stopping it?
Why was she kissing back?
Angela couldn’t help it, though. She hadn’t felt smooth, warm, insistent skin against hers in so long and now that Pam’s hand was at the back of Angela’s neck and her fingertips were clutching gently at her hair, what could she do?
And Angela really should push her away but Pam just kept kissing her like that and now her tongue was skimming the top of Angela’s lip and it was just begging to be let in. And, really, who was Angela to deny that? So she opened her mouth just a bit and that was enough for Pam to plunge in.
Pam’s tongue caressed hers and she really shouldn’t respond because that would only be provoking this but Angela was all about carrying her own weight and it wouldn’t be fair to Pam if she didn’t give something back. So she lifted her tongue and slid it over Pam’s. She wanted to moan because it really had been so long but she wouldn’t dare because that would be a sign that she was actually doing this and she was actually enjoying it.
Angela found herself leaning forward, pushing into the kiss even though her lungs were screaming for air. She needed to detach herself but Pam’s lips felt so damn good and even though this was exactly the thing she had been appalled at earlier, this adultery, she couldn’t pull herself away.
Apparently Pam needed air too because Angela’s mouth was suddenly empty. Suddenly Pam was unbuckling her seat belt without a word. She was getting out of the car and walking to the front door. She was gone.
Angela just sat there, stunned and angry at herself, angry at Pam. She would have a fit if her car or her breath smelled of beer tomorrow.