Title: pressed against a sea of stars
Author:
allibababRating: T
Wordcount: 3,257
Spoilers: This hasn't and won't happen, but it takes place after Cocktails.
Summary: In the end, it is never, never giving up.
A/N: This was a doozy to get out! Thanks so much to
biggerdorkthanu and
fireworkfiasco for all their help.
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She wakes up with headaches these days. )
Comments 34
Oh, I just love everything about this story and this is exactly how I want things to happen.
This whole exchange of dialogue:
“No,” she says quietly, her voice tight. “I told him I kissed you.”
There is a flash of something in his eyes, a bright glare, like sunlight off a rushing wave, and she feels a warmth pass over her neck, spreading down to her belly, across her hips.
“You did,” he says.
“I--I told him I did. I mean--” She hangs her head and presses her lips shut, biting back nervousness and insecurity and the hope that threatens just beneath the surface. “Yeah,” she says. “I did kiss you.”
He smiles a little as he says, “I know.” Her lips curve in response, and it almost hurts the way sugar does, so sweet it burns.
There's just something so JimandPam about it that I just can't even handle it. What I like best about this piece is that it's not the "Monday after Cocktails" story. There's been time for things to be said, and they haven't been, so Pam's built up this ( ... )
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No, really. This is review is beyond wonderful. You are beyond wonderful. Hearing from you that this was Jim-and-Pam-ish is such an enormous compliment because you obviously have such a hold on their characterizations that I just... I make no sense! You know what I mean.
Basically, you are the love of my life. Thank you so much! ♥
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And I agree; how Pam's been holding that in for a month, thinking about it every day, waiting for the ball to drop, and then she just finally says it. I know how that is, how it is to be like that and you made that work so well, wow.
When it comes to dialogue I often have to read it aloud to hear the voices and it's often the easiest way to tell if someone "has" it, and you had it.
Of course, all of your writing has a lovely lyricism to it that I just envy to the ends of the earth.
I also really loved this line: She doesn’t think about Jim again that morning, except for when she makes tea, and takes a shower, and brushes her teeth, and chooses her outfit. He’s not in her head as she presses her toes down on the accelerator or feels the grooves of her steering wheel slide against her fingers, except that he is, because he always is.
God, yes.
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Oh, my God. That's all I can say.
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I loved it. It will definitely be going into the memories for re-reading. Awesome, amazing work.
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