[eclecticmuses] dance me to the end of love
Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
She can't stop having angry sex with Jim. It's the two of them in the supply closet, in a locked bathroom, in his car, in her car, on both of their desks and Karen's desk. A few times it was in her bed while Roy worked or got drunk with friends. Sometimes - a lot of times - they make love in his bed and rarely she falls asleep next to him, only to be woken by a phone call by her husband or his girlfriend.
She knows it's dangerous because of the cameras always following them. They're bound to get caught sooner or later and it's probably not just by their significant others, but their coworkers too. By the weekly television watchers - which she just hasn't gotten over with.
"We should stop," Pam tells him one day. She vocalizes it while getting dressed and counting the number of times this week that she's had to run from her desk into the bathroom to throw up. It's a cold, she's told Jim even though she's not stuffed up and he hasn't tried to correct her yet.
But one day, when she has time for herself, she buys a pregnancy test and disappears into the washroom of Target. There's someone waiting for the bathroom while she pees on a stick and waits for the longest five minutes of her life. Instead of crying or throwing some wild hormonal fit that her eldest sister did when she was pregnant with her first child (because it disturbed her career), she laughs at this really blue peed on stick. She laughs and knows in that moment that her husband isn't even the father of her child.
Oh, god. She spends ten minutes laughing in the bathroom until a Target employee knocks on the door to make sure she hasn't overdosed on something. She manages to shove the test way in the bottom of the wastebasket and wash her hands before heading back to work.
Her eyes flash up at Jim working at his desk, and he looks back up at her, probably wondering why she's missed the afternoon rendezvous. Her hands fold over her stomach for a moment and she stares at her desk. The phone rings and she answers it the same way as she always does.
"Hello. Dunder-Mifflin. This is Pam."
Muse | Pam Beesly
Fandom | The Office
Word Count | 503
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don't know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn't matter."
She can't stop having angry sex with Jim. It's the two of them in the supply closet, in a locked bathroom, in his car, in her car, on both of their desks and Karen's desk. A few times it was in her bed while Roy worked or got drunk with friends. Sometimes - a lot of times - they make love in his bed and rarely she falls asleep next to him, only to be woken by a phone call by her husband or his girlfriend.
She knows it's dangerous because of the cameras always following them. They're bound to get caught sooner or later and it's probably not just by their significant others, but their coworkers too. By the weekly television watchers - which she just hasn't gotten over with.
"We should stop," Pam tells him one day. She vocalizes it while getting dressed and counting the number of times this week that she's had to run from her desk into the bathroom to throw up. It's a cold, she's told Jim even though she's not stuffed up and he hasn't tried to correct her yet.
But one day, when she has time for herself, she buys a pregnancy test and disappears into the washroom of Target. There's someone waiting for the bathroom while she pees on a stick and waits for the longest five minutes of her life. Instead of crying or throwing some wild hormonal fit that her eldest sister did when she was pregnant with her first child (because it disturbed her career), she laughs at this really blue peed on stick. She laughs and knows in that moment that her husband isn't even the father of her child.
Oh, god. She spends ten minutes laughing in the bathroom until a Target employee knocks on the door to make sure she hasn't overdosed on something. She manages to shove the test way in the bottom of the wastebasket and wash her hands before heading back to work.
Her eyes flash up at Jim working at his desk, and he looks back up at her, probably wondering why she's missed the afternoon rendezvous. Her hands fold over her stomach for a moment and she stares at her desk. The phone rings and she answers it the same way as she always does.
"Hello. Dunder-Mifflin. This is Pam."
Muse | Pam Beesly
Fandom | The Office
Word Count | 503