Karen and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day, Pam/Karen for michellek
Title: Karen and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day
Author: thrace_
Recipient: michellek
Fandom: The Office
Pairing: Pam/Karen
Rating: R
Word count: ~1,040
Summary: The title pretty much explains it all.
When Friday rolls around, Karen drags Pam to a bar claiming she needs to forget the shitty week she just had. Pam has a coke (since she senses she might have to do the driving) while Karen bellies up to the bar with a shot and a beer. Pam watches her as she throws her head back to finish off the whiskey, immediately chasing it with Sam Adams. She squints against the taste, making an adorable expression of disgust.
They retreat to a back booth, where Karen slides in right next to Pam. The waitress brings her another whiskey; Karen shoots it with a determined grimace.
"Maybe you should slow down," suggests Pam, speaking loudly over the crowd.
"I'm going to bliss out and forget this week ever happened," says Karen, but she pushes her beer away a little.
"You know Michael didn't mean anything when he slapped your butt," says Pam, even though she was possibly more horrified than Karen when it happened.
"He never does," grumbles Karen, but she takes Pam's hand anyway. The stress is already evaporating from the set of her shoulders.
They try to make further conversation, but the bar is ridiculously loud. Karen's solution is to lean close and speak right into Pam's ear, lips tickling as she murmurs breathily. "I missed you this week," she says. "And I was thinking about you all day. You look really good in that skirt." Her fingers are gently scratching the inside of Pam's thigh, right above her knee, and she's nosing affectionately into Pam's cheek, lips pressing delicate kisses to Pam's jawline.
"We need to get out of here. Right now," says Pam, sliding out of the booth and grabbing Karen's hand. She hauls Karen to her car and proceeds to drive like a maniac through Scranton until they reach Karen's apartment, which is closer.
As they burst through the door, Pam is vaguely aware that she's never pounced on Karen like this before, but the way Karen kicks the door shut and shoves her up against the wall is extremely distracting. She's got a full body press going on, hands groping under the hem of Pam's blouse to caress her stomach and hips as they kiss. Pam pushes off Karen's suit jacket, grabs the front of her shirt and walks backwards towards the bedroom, pulling Karen with her. They knock into a lamp on the way, sending it tumbling onto the couch, but Pam chooses that moment to grope Karen's breast and neither of them notices the mess.
At the bedroom door Pam toes off her Keds and Karen steps out of her pumps, trying to fiddle with Pam's buttons and kiss her at the same time. The last one gives her trouble, so she growls and yanks hard, sending it flying before she reaches around Pam's waist for her skirt zipper. The skirt drops and Karen gives her a gentle shove onto the bed at the same time. She strips off her pants and shirt in record time, and Pam notices that Karen is in black bikini briefs and a matching bra as she straddles Pam's thighs and leans down just the tiniest bit to kiss her again, hands cradling Pam's head.
Pam slides her hands up the smooth, smooth plane of Karen's back until she reaches her bra. She manages to squeeze the catch free on her first try, grins up at Karen. "I am awesome," Pam informs her, even as Karen slips out of her bra and drops it to the floor. Karen in just black briefs is even sexier than Karen in matching black underwear.
"You're cute when you're cocky," Karen informs her, nipping at her bottom lip.
Feeling bold, Pam dips her head to lick a path up Karen's chest, to her neck. One hand strokes the small of Karen's back; the other teases Karen's right breast.
But Karen pulls away, and Pam doesn't understand why until she catches the predatory expression on Karen's face. "Take off your bra," Karen commands, and Pam obeys. Karen pushes her farther back on the bed, skims her fingers along Pam's sides to the edges of her panties, and slips them off. She traces Pam's thighs, runs up to her hips, and down again before she climbs onto the bed. She slips a knee between Pam's legs, dips her head to kiss Pam roughly and presses up at the same time, sending Pam arching into Karen. She pulls Karen down to feel their bodies pressed together, Karen's length flush against hers. Karen's body is hot to the touch but Pam is hotter, searching desperately for friction and finding none as Karen pulls her knee away.
"Touch me, please," says Pam between kisses.
"Ask me again," says Karen, brushing hair out of Pam's eyes. Something in the way she's touching Pam has changed, but her dark eyes give away nothing in her unlit bedroom.
"Kiss me, please," says Pam, trying to understand what Karen wants through the haze of lust clouding her mind. She's desperately wet, and they both know it, and Pam needs Karen to do something about it soon.
Karen kisses her, not gently, but not rough either. Her tongue brushes Pam's, and her right hand traces lines on Pam's stomach. "Ask me again," she repeats.
Pam searches desperately for an answer. "I want you-" she says before Karen pushes two fingers inside of her. Pam is arching again, in rhythm with Karen's hand and then there's a thumb on her clit and Karen is sucking on her neck with her hot, hot mouth and she comes in a rush, all teasing forgotten.
"I told you I had a bad week," says Karen, kissing the corner of Pam's mouth. Pam twists her head to properly kiss Karen, catches her hand as it withdraws and licks Karen's fingers clean. Karen never takes her eyes off of Pam; her gaze isn't so much unnerving as it is intense, and Pam starts to sense what Karen wanted from her earlier.
"I hope it's better now," says Pam softly.
"I think it is," says Karen. She smiles, and Pam takes the opportunity to start wandering with her hands. "Now I know it's better," she says, and tumbles laughing onto her back.
Author: thrace_
Recipient: michellek
Fandom: The Office
Pairing: Pam/Karen
Rating: R
Word count: ~1,040
Summary: The title pretty much explains it all.
When Friday rolls around, Karen drags Pam to a bar claiming she needs to forget the shitty week she just had. Pam has a coke (since she senses she might have to do the driving) while Karen bellies up to the bar with a shot and a beer. Pam watches her as she throws her head back to finish off the whiskey, immediately chasing it with Sam Adams. She squints against the taste, making an adorable expression of disgust.
They retreat to a back booth, where Karen slides in right next to Pam. The waitress brings her another whiskey; Karen shoots it with a determined grimace.
"Maybe you should slow down," suggests Pam, speaking loudly over the crowd.
"I'm going to bliss out and forget this week ever happened," says Karen, but she pushes her beer away a little.
"You know Michael didn't mean anything when he slapped your butt," says Pam, even though she was possibly more horrified than Karen when it happened.
"He never does," grumbles Karen, but she takes Pam's hand anyway. The stress is already evaporating from the set of her shoulders.
They try to make further conversation, but the bar is ridiculously loud. Karen's solution is to lean close and speak right into Pam's ear, lips tickling as she murmurs breathily. "I missed you this week," she says. "And I was thinking about you all day. You look really good in that skirt." Her fingers are gently scratching the inside of Pam's thigh, right above her knee, and she's nosing affectionately into Pam's cheek, lips pressing delicate kisses to Pam's jawline.
"We need to get out of here. Right now," says Pam, sliding out of the booth and grabbing Karen's hand. She hauls Karen to her car and proceeds to drive like a maniac through Scranton until they reach Karen's apartment, which is closer.
As they burst through the door, Pam is vaguely aware that she's never pounced on Karen like this before, but the way Karen kicks the door shut and shoves her up against the wall is extremely distracting. She's got a full body press going on, hands groping under the hem of Pam's blouse to caress her stomach and hips as they kiss. Pam pushes off Karen's suit jacket, grabs the front of her shirt and walks backwards towards the bedroom, pulling Karen with her. They knock into a lamp on the way, sending it tumbling onto the couch, but Pam chooses that moment to grope Karen's breast and neither of them notices the mess.
At the bedroom door Pam toes off her Keds and Karen steps out of her pumps, trying to fiddle with Pam's buttons and kiss her at the same time. The last one gives her trouble, so she growls and yanks hard, sending it flying before she reaches around Pam's waist for her skirt zipper. The skirt drops and Karen gives her a gentle shove onto the bed at the same time. She strips off her pants and shirt in record time, and Pam notices that Karen is in black bikini briefs and a matching bra as she straddles Pam's thighs and leans down just the tiniest bit to kiss her again, hands cradling Pam's head.
Pam slides her hands up the smooth, smooth plane of Karen's back until she reaches her bra. She manages to squeeze the catch free on her first try, grins up at Karen. "I am awesome," Pam informs her, even as Karen slips out of her bra and drops it to the floor. Karen in just black briefs is even sexier than Karen in matching black underwear.
"You're cute when you're cocky," Karen informs her, nipping at her bottom lip.
Feeling bold, Pam dips her head to lick a path up Karen's chest, to her neck. One hand strokes the small of Karen's back; the other teases Karen's right breast.
But Karen pulls away, and Pam doesn't understand why until she catches the predatory expression on Karen's face. "Take off your bra," Karen commands, and Pam obeys. Karen pushes her farther back on the bed, skims her fingers along Pam's sides to the edges of her panties, and slips them off. She traces Pam's thighs, runs up to her hips, and down again before she climbs onto the bed. She slips a knee between Pam's legs, dips her head to kiss Pam roughly and presses up at the same time, sending Pam arching into Karen. She pulls Karen down to feel their bodies pressed together, Karen's length flush against hers. Karen's body is hot to the touch but Pam is hotter, searching desperately for friction and finding none as Karen pulls her knee away.
"Touch me, please," says Pam between kisses.
"Ask me again," says Karen, brushing hair out of Pam's eyes. Something in the way she's touching Pam has changed, but her dark eyes give away nothing in her unlit bedroom.
"Kiss me, please," says Pam, trying to understand what Karen wants through the haze of lust clouding her mind. She's desperately wet, and they both know it, and Pam needs Karen to do something about it soon.
Karen kisses her, not gently, but not rough either. Her tongue brushes Pam's, and her right hand traces lines on Pam's stomach. "Ask me again," she repeats.
Pam searches desperately for an answer. "I want you-" she says before Karen pushes two fingers inside of her. Pam is arching again, in rhythm with Karen's hand and then there's a thumb on her clit and Karen is sucking on her neck with her hot, hot mouth and she comes in a rush, all teasing forgotten.
"I told you I had a bad week," says Karen, kissing the corner of Pam's mouth. Pam twists her head to properly kiss Karen, catches her hand as it withdraws and licks Karen's fingers clean. Karen never takes her eyes off of Pam; her gaze isn't so much unnerving as it is intense, and Pam starts to sense what Karen wanted from her earlier.
"I hope it's better now," says Pam softly.
"I think it is," says Karen. She smiles, and Pam takes the opportunity to start wandering with her hands. "Now I know it's better," she says, and tumbles laughing onto her back.