Office Fic: we kissed the stars and said, well, this is maybe
Title: we kissed the stars and said, well, this is maybe
Fandom: the Office
Characters/Pairings: Pam, Jim/Pam
Word Count: 458
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Diwali. ♥
Summary: Pam secretly hates her wedding dress, plucking at the buttons at her hip and hoping one of them will snap.
Author's Notes: For bertiebob. ♥ It’s not angry!sex, not yet, anyways. Apparently, listening to The Lemonheads cancels any thoughts of angry!sex. So you’ll get this and the angry!sex, well, when I’m pissed off. *is amused*
Still I wear the red dress, Paint my toes and twirl
Take it back to old times, Back when I was still a girl
Metric, Raw Sugar
*
Pam secretly hates her wedding dress, plucking at the buttons at her hip and hoping one of them will snap. She stares at the lace and shakes her head, closing her eyes and thinking of the dress on the page of a magazine she can’t remember.
She puts the dress back in her closet, forgetting the plastic covering. And doesn’t bother to pick it up when she nearly trips on it.
On Tuesday, the night before, she stares at the please rsvp by the third of- on the Jim’s invitation and comes to a decision.
It’s going to hurt.
*
When she finally figures things out, it’s her midterms.
Her portfolio’s due on Tuesday. She’s got to meet with her photography professor on Wednesday, during her lunch break- she doesn’t mind, she’ll avoid lunch with Kelly that way.
She thinks about sending an email to Jim, between all of this, because she still wants a friend. She needs a friend.
She’s not sure if she’s too late for the something more part.
*
Kelly takes her to see a palm reader, the weekend after she talks to Jim, because Kelly believes in fate and soul mates and has seen too many episodes of One Life to Live after drinking all night.
Push forward, the old woman murmurs.
She laughs when Kelly splurges with a couple more bucks because she wants to know how many kids she’s going to have with Ryan.
Or something.
*
Jim doesn’t text her back. And she shouldn’t be upset.
They talk almost daily, between hours or at random (he called her when she was at the supermarket once and they ended up arguing the merit of canned tomatoes) because they do routine and routine seems to fit them.
She gets an IM in the middle of her yogurt hour and can’t help but blush-
Hey there. I missed you last night makes her feel really, really dirty and she likes it.
*
When they finally see each other, on a weekend, she kisses him first. Because she should kiss him first.
She’s missed him, she thinks, missed that she can reach out and grasp him. But those thoughts, eventually made for Ben & Jerry’s nights, are stored away for later. She focuses, instead, on the way his fingers press against the curves of her hips as her tongue slides into his mouth, how he growls when she moans, and how fitting like this brings several pages of Kama Sutra flip through her mind.
(Hey. She’s a flexible girl.)
But she wrinkles her nose when it’s done. And tells him to stop eating tuna fish. Even though, she doesn’t care.
“You’re picky,” he murmurs.
She grins. “I know.”
She kisses him again anyway.
*
end
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Fandom: the Office
Characters/Pairings: Pam, Jim/Pam
Word Count: 458
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Diwali. ♥
Summary: Pam secretly hates her wedding dress, plucking at the buttons at her hip and hoping one of them will snap.
Author's Notes: For bertiebob. ♥ It’s not angry!sex, not yet, anyways. Apparently, listening to The Lemonheads cancels any thoughts of angry!sex. So you’ll get this and the angry!sex, well, when I’m pissed off. *is amused*
Still I wear the red dress, Paint my toes and twirl
Take it back to old times, Back when I was still a girl
Metric, Raw Sugar
*
Pam secretly hates her wedding dress, plucking at the buttons at her hip and hoping one of them will snap. She stares at the lace and shakes her head, closing her eyes and thinking of the dress on the page of a magazine she can’t remember.
She puts the dress back in her closet, forgetting the plastic covering. And doesn’t bother to pick it up when she nearly trips on it.
On Tuesday, the night before, she stares at the please rsvp by the third of- on the Jim’s invitation and comes to a decision.
It’s going to hurt.
*
When she finally figures things out, it’s her midterms.
Her portfolio’s due on Tuesday. She’s got to meet with her photography professor on Wednesday, during her lunch break- she doesn’t mind, she’ll avoid lunch with Kelly that way.
She thinks about sending an email to Jim, between all of this, because she still wants a friend. She needs a friend.
She’s not sure if she’s too late for the something more part.
*
Kelly takes her to see a palm reader, the weekend after she talks to Jim, because Kelly believes in fate and soul mates and has seen too many episodes of One Life to Live after drinking all night.
Push forward, the old woman murmurs.
She laughs when Kelly splurges with a couple more bucks because she wants to know how many kids she’s going to have with Ryan.
Or something.
*
Jim doesn’t text her back. And she shouldn’t be upset.
They talk almost daily, between hours or at random (he called her when she was at the supermarket once and they ended up arguing the merit of canned tomatoes) because they do routine and routine seems to fit them.
She gets an IM in the middle of her yogurt hour and can’t help but blush-
Hey there. I missed you last night makes her feel really, really dirty and she likes it.
*
When they finally see each other, on a weekend, she kisses him first. Because she should kiss him first.
She’s missed him, she thinks, missed that she can reach out and grasp him. But those thoughts, eventually made for Ben & Jerry’s nights, are stored away for later. She focuses, instead, on the way his fingers press against the curves of her hips as her tongue slides into his mouth, how he growls when she moans, and how fitting like this brings several pages of Kama Sutra flip through her mind.
(Hey. She’s a flexible girl.)
But she wrinkles her nose when it’s done. And tells him to stop eating tuna fish. Even though, she doesn’t care.
“You’re picky,” he murmurs.
She grins. “I know.”
She kisses him again anyway.
*
end
*