Office drabble: this is a soundtrack for faulty traffic lights
Title: this is a sound track for faulty traffic lights
Fandom: the Office
Characters/Pairings: Pam, Karen, Karen/Pam (minor Jim/Karen, Jim/Pam)
Word Count: 819
Rating: PG
Spoilers: A Benihana Christmas. ♥
Summary: Karen decides to call her the Tuesday, after Christmas, because she’s got one more day before she goes back to work and she doesn’t want to know just Jim.
Author's Notes: For my fireworkfiasco. ♥ I started to write Jim/Pam. But then I had a bagel and POOF! I was writing Karen/Pam and appeasing my forgotten love for the X-Files. Anyways, Happy Christmas, m’dear. And her interest request included: fairytales, jigsaw puzzles, and post-it notes.
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
ee cummings, i like my body when it is with your
*
Christmas is wistful, exhausting, and I promise I’m okay, mom.
It’s the first Christmas where it’s just her, between her parents, and it’s oddly liberating to say to relatives well, I’m doing this now.
(Pam only stumbles once when her mother takes her into the kitchen, by hand, pressing her lips against her forehead to ask are you really okay?)
She thinks she’s well-past three steps at a time.
*
Karen decides to call her the Tuesday, after Christmas, because she’s got one more day before she goes back to work and she doesn’t want to know just Jim.
She likes Pam, doesn’t get why (or care) Jim has this apprehension around the other woman. He told her once but she can’t remember and it’s not going to stop her from reaching out.
She fingers her number, on a post-it, remembering the conversation she had with her about art classes and a fairytale project and thinks that, if anything, she could always make an excuse to invite her over.
She goes for honesty when Pam picks up.
“I’m bored,” she says dryly, after Pam answers, “and I don’t want to spend the last day of vacation planning world domination by myself. Although, with that in mind, come over and you could be on the planning committee.”
She’s glad that Pam laughs (genuinely) because she likes it when Pam laughs and thinks that she could find something in the other woman.
“World domination after Christmas,” she murmurs and Karen can hear the smile in her voice. “Why not.”
She grins.
*
There’s a blizzard warning by the time they order pizza, spending the first hour watching Robin Hood: Men in Tights because it’s really bad- but they agree, there’s time for stupid funny.
They’re really not paying attention anyhow. Karen asks careful question and Pam appreciates it- it means she’s genuine and understands that there are lines of comfort and it might mean something. She just needs that kind of genuine right now.
“How far is your drive?”
Pam looks up and steals popcorn from Karen, shrugging. She picks at her handful. It’s about twenty minutes, but traffic in Scranton is just as crappy as anywhere else with the snow.
“I’ll be okay,” she murmurs shyly. It’s this whole being friends thing- it’s all new to her now.
Karen waves her hand. “Stay.”
So she does.
*
It’s accidental, in a non-accidental way.
Karen finds an X-files marathon on a random channel and Pam laughs because her mother’s in love with David Duchovny and they’ve found the surest way to guarantee Karen a cool sweater. (After makes her swear that she won’t divulge her secret love for jigsaw puzzles, that is.)
Her fingers brush against Pam’s and she forgets why there’s a reach- more popcorn?- but she slides her hand from her wrist to her arm and stops at her shoulder. But then screw it ringing in her ears and she cups her jaw, her fingers brushing her lips.
Pam’s eyes are kind of wide, kind of curious, and a spot of color mixing together. And she likes it because she’s always been sort of unpredictable as it is.
So she leans forward and kisses her.
*
She doesn’t know what to do until the second kiss, until the popcorn crashes all over the floor, and Mulder smirks at Scully after he wrinkles his nose- I got sucked into a storm drain.
But her fingers curl in Karen’s hair and her tongue’s brushing against hers while there’s a moan, a hiss, and a rush hitting all at once.
Her lips burn when the other woman breaks away, her hand sliding down to her thigh and skimming across her jeans.
Pam kind of blushes because it’s the first time, the only time, she’s fallen into something this quickly.
She likes this.
*
Nothing happens except for an X-files marathon and a few furious moments of her mouth against Pam’s.
She can’t stop kissing her (won’t) and she’s okay with the line of uncertainty that comes with this.
“We should take the day,” Pam murmurs in the morning, in her bed, with her mouth against her throat.
Karen laughs, her fingers sliding against her hip and turn to curve against her. They left the television on, late in morning before bed, and so she hears the snow warning again and again.
*
Thursday morning, there’s a post-it on her phone and a bag over the day planner with ribbons curled around the handles.
It’s my night for the remote is all it says. She shakes her head, looking across the room and then down when she gets a smirk from Karen to peer into the bag.
Her grin is wide and her eyes dance with amusement when she pulls out Cinderella- 1000 pieces. And she tucks the post-it note to the side, so she doesn’t forget it.
It’s something new.
end.
credit.
a. Mulder quote is from the episode Fight Club.
Fandom: the Office
Characters/Pairings: Pam, Karen, Karen/Pam (minor Jim/Karen, Jim/Pam)
Word Count: 819
Rating: PG
Spoilers: A Benihana Christmas. ♥
Summary: Karen decides to call her the Tuesday, after Christmas, because she’s got one more day before she goes back to work and she doesn’t want to know just Jim.
Author's Notes: For my fireworkfiasco. ♥ I started to write Jim/Pam. But then I had a bagel and POOF! I was writing Karen/Pam and appeasing my forgotten love for the X-Files. Anyways, Happy Christmas, m’dear. And her interest request included: fairytales, jigsaw puzzles, and post-it notes.
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
ee cummings, i like my body when it is with your
*
Christmas is wistful, exhausting, and I promise I’m okay, mom.
It’s the first Christmas where it’s just her, between her parents, and it’s oddly liberating to say to relatives well, I’m doing this now.
(Pam only stumbles once when her mother takes her into the kitchen, by hand, pressing her lips against her forehead to ask are you really okay?)
She thinks she’s well-past three steps at a time.
*
Karen decides to call her the Tuesday, after Christmas, because she’s got one more day before she goes back to work and she doesn’t want to know just Jim.
She likes Pam, doesn’t get why (or care) Jim has this apprehension around the other woman. He told her once but she can’t remember and it’s not going to stop her from reaching out.
She fingers her number, on a post-it, remembering the conversation she had with her about art classes and a fairytale project and thinks that, if anything, she could always make an excuse to invite her over.
She goes for honesty when Pam picks up.
“I’m bored,” she says dryly, after Pam answers, “and I don’t want to spend the last day of vacation planning world domination by myself. Although, with that in mind, come over and you could be on the planning committee.”
She’s glad that Pam laughs (genuinely) because she likes it when Pam laughs and thinks that she could find something in the other woman.
“World domination after Christmas,” she murmurs and Karen can hear the smile in her voice. “Why not.”
She grins.
*
There’s a blizzard warning by the time they order pizza, spending the first hour watching Robin Hood: Men in Tights because it’s really bad- but they agree, there’s time for stupid funny.
They’re really not paying attention anyhow. Karen asks careful question and Pam appreciates it- it means she’s genuine and understands that there are lines of comfort and it might mean something. She just needs that kind of genuine right now.
“How far is your drive?”
Pam looks up and steals popcorn from Karen, shrugging. She picks at her handful. It’s about twenty minutes, but traffic in Scranton is just as crappy as anywhere else with the snow.
“I’ll be okay,” she murmurs shyly. It’s this whole being friends thing- it’s all new to her now.
Karen waves her hand. “Stay.”
So she does.
*
It’s accidental, in a non-accidental way.
Karen finds an X-files marathon on a random channel and Pam laughs because her mother’s in love with David Duchovny and they’ve found the surest way to guarantee Karen a cool sweater. (After makes her swear that she won’t divulge her secret love for jigsaw puzzles, that is.)
Her fingers brush against Pam’s and she forgets why there’s a reach- more popcorn?- but she slides her hand from her wrist to her arm and stops at her shoulder. But then screw it ringing in her ears and she cups her jaw, her fingers brushing her lips.
Pam’s eyes are kind of wide, kind of curious, and a spot of color mixing together. And she likes it because she’s always been sort of unpredictable as it is.
So she leans forward and kisses her.
*
She doesn’t know what to do until the second kiss, until the popcorn crashes all over the floor, and Mulder smirks at Scully after he wrinkles his nose- I got sucked into a storm drain.
But her fingers curl in Karen’s hair and her tongue’s brushing against hers while there’s a moan, a hiss, and a rush hitting all at once.
Her lips burn when the other woman breaks away, her hand sliding down to her thigh and skimming across her jeans.
Pam kind of blushes because it’s the first time, the only time, she’s fallen into something this quickly.
She likes this.
*
Nothing happens except for an X-files marathon and a few furious moments of her mouth against Pam’s.
She can’t stop kissing her (won’t) and she’s okay with the line of uncertainty that comes with this.
“We should take the day,” Pam murmurs in the morning, in her bed, with her mouth against her throat.
Karen laughs, her fingers sliding against her hip and turn to curve against her. They left the television on, late in morning before bed, and so she hears the snow warning again and again.
*
Thursday morning, there’s a post-it on her phone and a bag over the day planner with ribbons curled around the handles.
It’s my night for the remote is all it says. She shakes her head, looking across the room and then down when she gets a smirk from Karen to peer into the bag.
Her grin is wide and her eyes dance with amusement when she pulls out Cinderella- 1000 pieces. And she tucks the post-it note to the side, so she doesn’t forget it.
It’s something new.
end.
credit.
a. Mulder quote is from the episode Fight Club.