Office drabble: he lives in bars dusting along main street
he lives in bars dusting along main street
the office, roy (pam/roy, pam/jim), r, 444 words, no spoilers, really.
He watches her because he’s better at this when she’s not looking.
Always in trouble
Never to blame
Must be a double
You are the same
Here it comes again
David Bowie, After Today
The mountains taste like dust.
Colorado is his idea after Pam’s pitch to go some place with drinks and those tiny umbrellas because she really likes the details.
They settle by five.
*
She’s quieter than he remembers, if he should remember at all.
He knows distance when he feels it, the path between him and her splits open into holes. And he’s thinking that he hates this but he really doesn’t want to know what’s going on.
So they start with a walk that morning, his fingers brushing against the back of her neck as she flinches.
*
“You okay?”
His mouth opens against her throat, in the dark, the words brushing against her skin as her hips wiggle against his.
Her fingers curl in his t-shirt, blue and crying captain! on the back with a number that he forgets. But he smoothes his hand against her hair, watching and waiting because she usually tells him anyway.
(Listening? Well, that’s a matter of opinion.)
“Yeah,” she breathes finally. Her sigh shakes with secrets and burns his jaw when she breathes again slowly. “Go to sleep.”
He does.
*
She’s at the window, in the morning, her fingers curled against the glass as the cold pastes around it.
He watches her because he’s better at this when she’s not looking, his fingers sliding under his pillow. He thinks about Halpert, but then stops because it’s kind of stupid really- what do you do with a guy that’s not here?
“It’s raining.”
And maybe if she turned, he’d blush because he’s been caught. Except he coughs instead and tells her to come back to bed.
*
This is supposed be theirs.
But there’s always someone else here, for her, and he’s starting to hate this.
*
Her hair smells like leaves.
And there, stop there, because who’s gonna believe that thought? So instead, his fingers curl tightly in her hair and Pam laughs a little when he kisses her with a closed mouth.
He misses maybe, yesterday as his hands slide under her shirt, his fingers splashing against her skin. He has ten years that no one can have. His mouth brushes against that spot between her shoulders and neck and she goes ohgod so he can’t stop to think about something else.
So when they stumble back to the bed, his mouth between her legs and his tongue coating with the taste of her- he knows he can be selfish.
*
She’s in the shower when he finds her cell phone.
The menu’s highlighted with no missed calls. And this is kind of how he sort of knows.
Denial’s got to start some place.
finished.
the office, roy (pam/roy, pam/jim), r, 444 words, no spoilers, really.
He watches her because he’s better at this when she’s not looking.
Always in trouble
Never to blame
Must be a double
You are the same
Here it comes again
David Bowie, After Today
The mountains taste like dust.
Colorado is his idea after Pam’s pitch to go some place with drinks and those tiny umbrellas because she really likes the details.
They settle by five.
*
She’s quieter than he remembers, if he should remember at all.
He knows distance when he feels it, the path between him and her splits open into holes. And he’s thinking that he hates this but he really doesn’t want to know what’s going on.
So they start with a walk that morning, his fingers brushing against the back of her neck as she flinches.
*
“You okay?”
His mouth opens against her throat, in the dark, the words brushing against her skin as her hips wiggle against his.
Her fingers curl in his t-shirt, blue and crying captain! on the back with a number that he forgets. But he smoothes his hand against her hair, watching and waiting because she usually tells him anyway.
(Listening? Well, that’s a matter of opinion.)
“Yeah,” she breathes finally. Her sigh shakes with secrets and burns his jaw when she breathes again slowly. “Go to sleep.”
He does.
*
She’s at the window, in the morning, her fingers curled against the glass as the cold pastes around it.
He watches her because he’s better at this when she’s not looking, his fingers sliding under his pillow. He thinks about Halpert, but then stops because it’s kind of stupid really- what do you do with a guy that’s not here?
“It’s raining.”
And maybe if she turned, he’d blush because he’s been caught. Except he coughs instead and tells her to come back to bed.
*
This is supposed be theirs.
But there’s always someone else here, for her, and he’s starting to hate this.
*
Her hair smells like leaves.
And there, stop there, because who’s gonna believe that thought? So instead, his fingers curl tightly in her hair and Pam laughs a little when he kisses her with a closed mouth.
He misses maybe, yesterday as his hands slide under her shirt, his fingers splashing against her skin. He has ten years that no one can have. His mouth brushes against that spot between her shoulders and neck and she goes ohgod so he can’t stop to think about something else.
So when they stumble back to the bed, his mouth between her legs and his tongue coating with the taste of her- he knows he can be selfish.
*
She’s in the shower when he finds her cell phone.
The menu’s highlighted with no missed calls. And this is kind of how he sort of knows.
Denial’s got to start some place.
finished.