Hook Up Your iPod Speakers and Dance (Pam/Karen)
Title: Hook Up Your iPod Speakers and Dance
For: The Femslash Porn Battle!
Prompt: The Office, Pam/Karen, Friday
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 971
Spoilers: through 'A Benihana Christmas'
Disclaimer: This does not belong to me.
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It's Friday night and Pam is in Karen's apartment.
There was a time, back when she was being needlessly cold to Karen, that Pam would've thought this scenario to be impossible. And it still seems a little bit strange, this being friends with her almost love's new girlfriend, if she thinks about it for too long. But now she's dancing to OK Go in Karen's living room and listening to Karen sing, Here we go, here we go, and it seems normal and right and fun, rendering deep thoughts pointless.
The iPod next shuffles to a song Pam doesn't know -- it's a girl, singing softly -- and she stops moving.
Karen grabs her wrist and laughs as she pulls her close. "You shouldn't be afraid of slow songs."
"I'm not afraid," she says. "Just didn't think it was a slow dancing night."
Karen beams at her as if that's a delightfully ridiculous thing to say. She puts one hand on Pam's back and grips Pam's hand with the other. They dance with bodies apart, like they're at prom together. Karen dips her as the song starts to fade out and Pam lets out a laugh. Karen twirls her once before letting go of her, and Pam keeps spinning until she ends up falling into Karen's arms.
"Wow," she says. From this distance she can count the freckles on Karen's nose even considering that: "I've had way too much to drink."
"Yeah, me too."
They stay that way for a moment too long, but it doesn't quite seem awkward.
Even when Karen kisses her.
For a moment, Pam kids herself that this is something that often happens between (non-dating) girlfriends. But even though she's never had an incredibly close friendship with another woman, she knows that is not the case. This is not normal female bonding, this is not something she should be doing, this is Jim's girlfriend...
But she doesn't pull away.
Karen's hands slide underneath her sweater, fingers lightly dancing over her stomach. Then Karen's pulling off her top and throwing it to the side to Take My Breath Away.
"Everyone needs something embarrassing in their iPod," Karen says, explaining something Pam's too distracted to ponder.
"Yeah," she says. "Yeah."
They're kissing again, Karen's blouse pressing against Pam's bare skin. Karen undoes Pam's bra, then stops. She takes Pam's hand and leads her to the bedroom, then divests Pam of the rest of her clothes between kisses. She ends up naked on Karen's bed, Karen on top of her, mouth still devouring hers. She reaches up with shaky hands to unbutton Karen's blouse, but Karen stops her.
"Wait," she says. She moves away and stands at the foot of the bed. "Wait," she says again as her fingers hover over the buttons.
Karen starts to move as she disrobes. Her swaying doesn't match the song (I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black, Ben Gibbard sings), but that makes it better somehow. More dreamlike, more beautiful.
More unexpected slickness between Pam's thighs.
Karen, now naked, retakes her place above Pam. Her knees on either side of Pam's hips, she lets out a breath. "You can touch me now. If you want."
Pam doesn't know where to start, but she settles on Karen's face, cupping her cheeks as she pulls her in for another kiss. Her hands drift down, touching her breasts before moving to her back. Her skin is so soft, so warm, so what she needs after a series of bad first dates and lonely nights caused by choices she's still not sure of. Karen's body shifts again as soon as Pam is used to having them mirror each other, but when Karen takes Pam's nipple into her mouth, the move doesn't feel so disappointing. Then, when Karen's head is between Pam's thighs, it feels even less disappointing. But it's also scary because Pam knows Karen's had to have done this before; it terrifies Pam to have history to live up to.
Pam comes against Karen's mouth, eyes closed and hands clenching at Karen's comforter. "Thank you," she says.
Karen laughs against Pam's stomach. "You are welcome." She straddles Pam's hips, back upright this time. Are we breathing, are we breathing, are we wasting our breath? the speakers ask. "Have you--"
"No," Pam answers quickly.
Karen wordlessly takes hold of Pam's wrist and guides Pam's hand between her legs. Pam slips two fingers inside Karen on her own, then watches as Karen rocks against her hand. Karen feels so wet, so warm that it amazes Pam. It amazes Pam even further that she loves the feel of her, that it increases the still present need between her legs.
"Is this enough?" Pam asks.
"Yes," Karen says. She guides Pam's thumb over her clit. "Yes."
"I want," she says. "I want to do more."
Karen stills. "What do you want to do?"
Pam can't manage to get the exact words out, so she just says, "Lay down."
Karen does, and Pam settles between her legs. Pam mimics the way Karen's tongue moved over her as she slips her fingers back inside. She can feel Karen clench and relax around her, feel her moving closer to the brink of orgasm. Pam moves her other hand between her own legs, sliding a finger over her clit as she flicks her tongue at Karen's. Pam sates herself, but falls short of reaching climax before Karen shudders around her.
"Thank you," Karen says.
Pam laughs and looks up at Karen's playful smirk. "You're welcome," she says. She lays down next to Karen. Now, The Decemberists are telling how they've written pages upon pages. "Should I go shut that off?"
Karen shakes her head. "The first time we had sex had an eclectic playlist. Why not the second time, too?"
Pam blushes. "Point."
END
For: The Femslash Porn Battle!
Prompt: The Office, Pam/Karen, Friday
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 971
Spoilers: through 'A Benihana Christmas'
Disclaimer: This does not belong to me.
*
It's Friday night and Pam is in Karen's apartment.
There was a time, back when she was being needlessly cold to Karen, that Pam would've thought this scenario to be impossible. And it still seems a little bit strange, this being friends with her almost love's new girlfriend, if she thinks about it for too long. But now she's dancing to OK Go in Karen's living room and listening to Karen sing, Here we go, here we go, and it seems normal and right and fun, rendering deep thoughts pointless.
The iPod next shuffles to a song Pam doesn't know -- it's a girl, singing softly -- and she stops moving.
Karen grabs her wrist and laughs as she pulls her close. "You shouldn't be afraid of slow songs."
"I'm not afraid," she says. "Just didn't think it was a slow dancing night."
Karen beams at her as if that's a delightfully ridiculous thing to say. She puts one hand on Pam's back and grips Pam's hand with the other. They dance with bodies apart, like they're at prom together. Karen dips her as the song starts to fade out and Pam lets out a laugh. Karen twirls her once before letting go of her, and Pam keeps spinning until she ends up falling into Karen's arms.
"Wow," she says. From this distance she can count the freckles on Karen's nose even considering that: "I've had way too much to drink."
"Yeah, me too."
They stay that way for a moment too long, but it doesn't quite seem awkward.
Even when Karen kisses her.
For a moment, Pam kids herself that this is something that often happens between (non-dating) girlfriends. But even though she's never had an incredibly close friendship with another woman, she knows that is not the case. This is not normal female bonding, this is not something she should be doing, this is Jim's girlfriend...
But she doesn't pull away.
Karen's hands slide underneath her sweater, fingers lightly dancing over her stomach. Then Karen's pulling off her top and throwing it to the side to Take My Breath Away.
"Everyone needs something embarrassing in their iPod," Karen says, explaining something Pam's too distracted to ponder.
"Yeah," she says. "Yeah."
They're kissing again, Karen's blouse pressing against Pam's bare skin. Karen undoes Pam's bra, then stops. She takes Pam's hand and leads her to the bedroom, then divests Pam of the rest of her clothes between kisses. She ends up naked on Karen's bed, Karen on top of her, mouth still devouring hers. She reaches up with shaky hands to unbutton Karen's blouse, but Karen stops her.
"Wait," she says. She moves away and stands at the foot of the bed. "Wait," she says again as her fingers hover over the buttons.
Karen starts to move as she disrobes. Her swaying doesn't match the song (I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black, Ben Gibbard sings), but that makes it better somehow. More dreamlike, more beautiful.
More unexpected slickness between Pam's thighs.
Karen, now naked, retakes her place above Pam. Her knees on either side of Pam's hips, she lets out a breath. "You can touch me now. If you want."
Pam doesn't know where to start, but she settles on Karen's face, cupping her cheeks as she pulls her in for another kiss. Her hands drift down, touching her breasts before moving to her back. Her skin is so soft, so warm, so what she needs after a series of bad first dates and lonely nights caused by choices she's still not sure of. Karen's body shifts again as soon as Pam is used to having them mirror each other, but when Karen takes Pam's nipple into her mouth, the move doesn't feel so disappointing. Then, when Karen's head is between Pam's thighs, it feels even less disappointing. But it's also scary because Pam knows Karen's had to have done this before; it terrifies Pam to have history to live up to.
Pam comes against Karen's mouth, eyes closed and hands clenching at Karen's comforter. "Thank you," she says.
Karen laughs against Pam's stomach. "You are welcome." She straddles Pam's hips, back upright this time. Are we breathing, are we breathing, are we wasting our breath? the speakers ask. "Have you--"
"No," Pam answers quickly.
Karen wordlessly takes hold of Pam's wrist and guides Pam's hand between her legs. Pam slips two fingers inside Karen on her own, then watches as Karen rocks against her hand. Karen feels so wet, so warm that it amazes Pam. It amazes Pam even further that she loves the feel of her, that it increases the still present need between her legs.
"Is this enough?" Pam asks.
"Yes," Karen says. She guides Pam's thumb over her clit. "Yes."
"I want," she says. "I want to do more."
Karen stills. "What do you want to do?"
Pam can't manage to get the exact words out, so she just says, "Lay down."
Karen does, and Pam settles between her legs. Pam mimics the way Karen's tongue moved over her as she slips her fingers back inside. She can feel Karen clench and relax around her, feel her moving closer to the brink of orgasm. Pam moves her other hand between her own legs, sliding a finger over her clit as she flicks her tongue at Karen's. Pam sates herself, but falls short of reaching climax before Karen shudders around her.
"Thank you," Karen says.
Pam laughs and looks up at Karen's playful smirk. "You're welcome," she says. She lays down next to Karen. Now, The Decemberists are telling how they've written pages upon pages. "Should I go shut that off?"
Karen shakes her head. "The first time we had sex had an eclectic playlist. Why not the second time, too?"
Pam blushes. "Point."
END