Slide In, Slide Down, Slide Out
Title: Slide In, Slide Down, Slide Out
Author: sherlockelly
Pairing/Character: Pam/Karen
Word Count: 300
Rating: NC-17 to be safe. ;)
Summary: After hours at Dunder Mifflin
Warnings: Three hundred words of filth. I'll cut my dribbles down to 100 words someday.
Disclaimer: The Office and it's characters do not belong to me. Title is from lyrics to Something Borrowed by Lifter.
katrina87!!! Look what I made!!!
She’s on tip-toes looking over the top of your desk, her hands are bent awkwardly at the wrist as she leans.
You come up behind her, hips to ass, pressing her against the particleboard. Hard.
“Looking for something?” Your breath hits her ear in a burst and she shivers.
“You,” she sighs.
“I’m right here,” her knuckles are white and your hands are on the front of her thighs, gliding up.
“Your stuff was gone,” she’s more breath than voice.
“I didn’t go anywhere. Wouldn’t want to go home alone,” your hands undo the button of her pants and pull the zipper down with a metallic buzz.
Her ass presses back into you and your hands skim along the yellow satin fabric beneath business trousers.
“Okay,” but you don’t know what she’s agreeing to, so you have to test the multiple theories. You sneak under the cloth with your index finger and find the answer right away.
You brush hot, slippery skin and have to press harder into her with your body to keep her from tipping the desk with her movement.
Her trousers slip down to her knees and her head dips forward, dark hair in a waterfall across her face. Her breath is like waves breaking and you slip inside of her under harsh fluorescent light.
Your other hand rises to her stomach, her breasts, and you hold her to you as she rocks on you, making tiny hissing noises and puffing your name in shallow breaths. Pam. Pam.
She’s only just shorter than you are, but it’s enough for you to reach her neck.
You kiss the spot, that one spot on her spine below her hairline and she comes fast and hard and spastically between you and your desk only a few minutes past 5 o’clock.
Author: sherlockelly
Pairing/Character: Pam/Karen
Word Count: 300
Rating: NC-17 to be safe. ;)
Summary: After hours at Dunder Mifflin
Warnings: Three hundred words of filth. I'll cut my dribbles down to 100 words someday.
Disclaimer: The Office and it's characters do not belong to me. Title is from lyrics to Something Borrowed by Lifter.
katrina87!!! Look what I made!!!
She’s on tip-toes looking over the top of your desk, her hands are bent awkwardly at the wrist as she leans.
You come up behind her, hips to ass, pressing her against the particleboard. Hard.
“Looking for something?” Your breath hits her ear in a burst and she shivers.
“You,” she sighs.
“I’m right here,” her knuckles are white and your hands are on the front of her thighs, gliding up.
“Your stuff was gone,” she’s more breath than voice.
“I didn’t go anywhere. Wouldn’t want to go home alone,” your hands undo the button of her pants and pull the zipper down with a metallic buzz.
Her ass presses back into you and your hands skim along the yellow satin fabric beneath business trousers.
“Okay,” but you don’t know what she’s agreeing to, so you have to test the multiple theories. You sneak under the cloth with your index finger and find the answer right away.
You brush hot, slippery skin and have to press harder into her with your body to keep her from tipping the desk with her movement.
Her trousers slip down to her knees and her head dips forward, dark hair in a waterfall across her face. Her breath is like waves breaking and you slip inside of her under harsh fluorescent light.
Your other hand rises to her stomach, her breasts, and you hold her to you as she rocks on you, making tiny hissing noises and puffing your name in shallow breaths. Pam. Pam.
She’s only just shorter than you are, but it’s enough for you to reach her neck.
You kiss the spot, that one spot on her spine below her hairline and she comes fast and hard and spastically between you and your desk only a few minutes past 5 o’clock.