Fic: Light Up, Light Up (Jim/Pam, PG)
Title: Light Up, Light Up
Rating: PG for drug references
Pairing: Jim/Pam, though nothing explicit
Notes: Originally was part of a Five Things meme for chibi_care (Five Songs Jim plays for Pam), but I ended up loving this part and hating all the others. So I decided to just let this stand on it's own.
"What's that?" Pam asks when she comes back from the break room, leaning over Jim's shoulder. Her hair falls in his face and she absently apologizes and brushes it back, but Jim thinks he's going to die. If he did die, he would die happy, because her hair smells like soap and lemons and coffee. There's something else much more basic and personal and really sexy too, but he'd prefer not to think about it. It could become an embarassing situation.
"My new iPod," Jim says, leaning back just a little so he can pretend the back of his head touches her shoulder, like they planned this or that it's not awkward. "It's pretty awesome. I have last night's Lost downloaded on it too, in case you missed it."
"Might have to take you up on that," Pam says. "Watcha listening to now?"
"Um, Snow Patrol."
"Oh!" Pam says, straightening up and pointing at nothing in particular like she does when she remembers something, which is totally not a habit that Jim thinks is the most adorable thing ever. "They did that light up light up song, right?"
"Excuse me," Dwight says, looking over at Jim's desk, "but are you talking about drug music? Because as assistant regional manager..."
"Assistant to the..." Pam begins helplessly.
"Same thing," Dwight says. "The point is, I also worked at the Sheriff's office, and I will not tolerate dirty drug music in my workspace."
Pam folds her arms and looks down at Jim with mock severity, but Jim can see the corners of her mouth quirking upwards. "Really, Jim. You should know better."
"Light up like a light bulb. Here, take this," Jim says, handing Pam an earphone, which she leans back down to accept. She stays to hear the entire song, nodding along and humming slightly off-tune the entire time as Dwight watches them with narrowed eyes.
"Not bad," Pam says, handing him his earphone back with a wink, "for drug music, anyways."
"Yeah, well, you know me, Pam. Sometimes I've just got to relax. And, um, if that means, you know…" He makes a pinching motion and winks back at her.
At lunch, as he and Pam watch Lost, they make sure to pause it just as Dwight comes in the break room to sing "Because I Got High" by Afroman. Creed joins in.
Jim swears he has no idea how that song got on his iPod since this morning. Really.
Rating: PG for drug references
Pairing: Jim/Pam, though nothing explicit
Notes: Originally was part of a Five Things meme for chibi_care (Five Songs Jim plays for Pam), but I ended up loving this part and hating all the others. So I decided to just let this stand on it's own.
"What's that?" Pam asks when she comes back from the break room, leaning over Jim's shoulder. Her hair falls in his face and she absently apologizes and brushes it back, but Jim thinks he's going to die. If he did die, he would die happy, because her hair smells like soap and lemons and coffee. There's something else much more basic and personal and really sexy too, but he'd prefer not to think about it. It could become an embarassing situation.
"My new iPod," Jim says, leaning back just a little so he can pretend the back of his head touches her shoulder, like they planned this or that it's not awkward. "It's pretty awesome. I have last night's Lost downloaded on it too, in case you missed it."
"Might have to take you up on that," Pam says. "Watcha listening to now?"
"Um, Snow Patrol."
"Oh!" Pam says, straightening up and pointing at nothing in particular like she does when she remembers something, which is totally not a habit that Jim thinks is the most adorable thing ever. "They did that light up light up song, right?"
"Excuse me," Dwight says, looking over at Jim's desk, "but are you talking about drug music? Because as assistant regional manager..."
"Assistant to the..." Pam begins helplessly.
"Same thing," Dwight says. "The point is, I also worked at the Sheriff's office, and I will not tolerate dirty drug music in my workspace."
Pam folds her arms and looks down at Jim with mock severity, but Jim can see the corners of her mouth quirking upwards. "Really, Jim. You should know better."
"Light up like a light bulb. Here, take this," Jim says, handing Pam an earphone, which she leans back down to accept. She stays to hear the entire song, nodding along and humming slightly off-tune the entire time as Dwight watches them with narrowed eyes.
"Not bad," Pam says, handing him his earphone back with a wink, "for drug music, anyways."
"Yeah, well, you know me, Pam. Sometimes I've just got to relax. And, um, if that means, you know…" He makes a pinching motion and winks back at her.
At lunch, as he and Pam watch Lost, they make sure to pause it just as Dwight comes in the break room to sing "Because I Got High" by Afroman. Creed joins in.
Jim swears he has no idea how that song got on his iPod since this morning. Really.