[eclecticmuses] [October Topic] well i'll be damned (here comes your ghost again)
Sex without love is a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go its pretty damn good - Woody Allen
Roy caught the bruises one day. Decorated prints in the shape of Jim's hands on her thighs and she's absolutely positive that he's seen them, but convinced himself that they're nothing. She literally doesn't remember the excuse she made or the feeling of Roy inside of her for seven and a half minutes. She remembers she didn't come, but she did pretend to while moaning and holding his hair tightly.
"Oh, Roy," she sighed into her husband's mouth and slid her fingers down his back as he laid heavily over her body. For a minute it was too heavy to breath. He smelt like sweat and not at all like the fragments of a ham and cheese sandwich, Karen's perfume and paper.
God, the paper had such a smell.
The next day, she remembers arriving early to work - so early that she caught Creed sleeping on the couch - and taking Jim into the stairwell. She was so close without him even touching her, but instead of giving him the opportunity to leave more bruises over her body she undid his pants and fell to her knees.
The cement was hard and cold against her skin. Jim, in her hand (in her mouth) was hot and burning. She wanted to conquer him with her tongue by tasting ever inch of him she could. Pam remembers every single moment - especially how his mouth crushed against hers after he came. Jim was firm, passionate and punishing.
She slipped him back into his pants - her hand groping briefly - doing up the zipper and returning a kiss too timidly.
One day, she's going to have to tell him not to say the words she fears will come from his mouth again.
Muse: Pam Beesly
Fandom: The Office
Word Count: 356
Roy caught the bruises one day. Decorated prints in the shape of Jim's hands on her thighs and she's absolutely positive that he's seen them, but convinced himself that they're nothing. She literally doesn't remember the excuse she made or the feeling of Roy inside of her for seven and a half minutes. She remembers she didn't come, but she did pretend to while moaning and holding his hair tightly.
"Oh, Roy," she sighed into her husband's mouth and slid her fingers down his back as he laid heavily over her body. For a minute it was too heavy to breath. He smelt like sweat and not at all like the fragments of a ham and cheese sandwich, Karen's perfume and paper.
God, the paper had such a smell.
The next day, she remembers arriving early to work - so early that she caught Creed sleeping on the couch - and taking Jim into the stairwell. She was so close without him even touching her, but instead of giving him the opportunity to leave more bruises over her body she undid his pants and fell to her knees.
The cement was hard and cold against her skin. Jim, in her hand (in her mouth) was hot and burning. She wanted to conquer him with her tongue by tasting ever inch of him she could. Pam remembers every single moment - especially how his mouth crushed against hers after he came. Jim was firm, passionate and punishing.
She slipped him back into his pants - her hand groping briefly - doing up the zipper and returning a kiss too timidly.
One day, she's going to have to tell him not to say the words she fears will come from his mouth again.
Muse: Pam Beesly
Fandom: The Office
Word Count: 356