five times Angela almost spilled the beans (though she has great hand-eye coordination). the office.
Author: knowledgequeen
Word Count: 460
Pairing: Dwight/Angela
Spoilers: "christmas party", "valentine's day", "michael's birthday", "phyllis's wedding", "business school"
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: None of these characters or events are mine and no profit is being made. Characters copyright to Angela Kinsey, Rainn Wilson and the creators of The Office.
A/N: First The Office fic; please be gentle.
1. She couldn’t quite believe that Kelly kissed Dwight at the Christmas party that year. Kelly was loose, so she ought to have expected it. Vain. Aware of her own powers. But still. For a tramp, Kelly was a nice girl. Or so she’d thought.
Still. She’d seen it. Wanted to go over and shove her away from her man. But she’d also seen Dwight raising his eyebrows. Heard him ask why Kelly had done that. He’d said that a man was supposed to do that. But he hadn’t said that the first time Angela had kissed him.
2. It had been a near thing. Her Valentine’s Day present for Dwight had arrived just in time. After Angela had checked the wrappings three times to make sure nothing was broken, she’d gone to address the card.
She’d been so careful. She’d written his name in block capitals, just like her teachers had taught her back in elementary school. Written “Happy Valentine’s Day” in a nondescript cursive, even letting herself be sloppy. And then she’d put her pen down, written her A, as in Angela - and jerked it away. There was still a smudge of black ink where she’d frantically rubbed it dry.
3. Dwight and his ‘cookies.’ She was sure he’d only started using that code because it sounded like nookie. Which she’d never say out loud, of course. But he was a man, and Angela had gotten used to expecting small crudities even from the best of men.
4. He’d always said he was an outdoorsman, not suited to detail work. And yet, Angela actually debates calling him a liar while his arms are around her. She can feel his fingers spidering at the small of her back. It’s Phyllis’s wedding, yes, but Dwight is holding her so close and so carefully, and it feels nice. He’s proven himself time and time again. Lied for her. Quit for her.
“We should tell everyone,” she whispers, but he looks up, asking her what she said. The little furrow between his eyebrows is there, and she just shakes her head when she sees it, murmuring it was nothing, and keeps swaying to the song.
5. She didn’t like animals. At least not in her space. Dwight had tried to explain hunting to her, and while she understood the necessity for some people, she didn’t understand it for him. Or anyone civilized.
At least until that thing had gotten in the office. She’d seen it - he’d gotten the look in his eyes that he only got during certain specific episodes of Doctor Who. He’d run off after the bat, and he hadn’t rested until it was trapped.
She got up from the floor, dusting her lower half off. She’d thank him later.
Word Count: 460
Pairing: Dwight/Angela
Spoilers: "christmas party", "valentine's day", "michael's birthday", "phyllis's wedding", "business school"
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: None of these characters or events are mine and no profit is being made. Characters copyright to Angela Kinsey, Rainn Wilson and the creators of The Office.
A/N: First The Office fic; please be gentle.
1. She couldn’t quite believe that Kelly kissed Dwight at the Christmas party that year. Kelly was loose, so she ought to have expected it. Vain. Aware of her own powers. But still. For a tramp, Kelly was a nice girl. Or so she’d thought.
Still. She’d seen it. Wanted to go over and shove her away from her man. But she’d also seen Dwight raising his eyebrows. Heard him ask why Kelly had done that. He’d said that a man was supposed to do that. But he hadn’t said that the first time Angela had kissed him.
2. It had been a near thing. Her Valentine’s Day present for Dwight had arrived just in time. After Angela had checked the wrappings three times to make sure nothing was broken, she’d gone to address the card.
She’d been so careful. She’d written his name in block capitals, just like her teachers had taught her back in elementary school. Written “Happy Valentine’s Day” in a nondescript cursive, even letting herself be sloppy. And then she’d put her pen down, written her A, as in Angela - and jerked it away. There was still a smudge of black ink where she’d frantically rubbed it dry.
3. Dwight and his ‘cookies.’ She was sure he’d only started using that code because it sounded like nookie. Which she’d never say out loud, of course. But he was a man, and Angela had gotten used to expecting small crudities even from the best of men.
4. He’d always said he was an outdoorsman, not suited to detail work. And yet, Angela actually debates calling him a liar while his arms are around her. She can feel his fingers spidering at the small of her back. It’s Phyllis’s wedding, yes, but Dwight is holding her so close and so carefully, and it feels nice. He’s proven himself time and time again. Lied for her. Quit for her.
“We should tell everyone,” she whispers, but he looks up, asking her what she said. The little furrow between his eyebrows is there, and she just shakes her head when she sees it, murmuring it was nothing, and keeps swaying to the song.
5. She didn’t like animals. At least not in her space. Dwight had tried to explain hunting to her, and while she understood the necessity for some people, she didn’t understand it for him. Or anyone civilized.
At least until that thing had gotten in the office. She’d seen it - he’d gotten the look in his eyes that he only got during certain specific episodes of Doctor Who. He’d run off after the bat, and he hadn’t rested until it was trapped.
She got up from the floor, dusting her lower half off. She’d thank him later.