Hey, Office fans! This is just a new story, a series I thought up based on a challenge I received over at the Office Fanworks community on lj...Don't worry, Road Trips will be updated soon. I just thought I'd get this started, too. :) Basically, it's what the title implies: kisses the camera never saw. Some of them will be very AU, very unexpected (as in, not exactly canon.) But I'll start you off with a canon one: Kelly and Ryan. Kelly's a little...fierce in this one, be warned. It's a slight departure for her, but I think it's still in character. Anyway, enjoy, and please review! Thanks!

The Supply Closet Series: Kisses The Camera Never Caught

One: Dragged

"Ryan, I need to talk to you."

You look up and it's Kelly, but her voice sounds strained, like she's just talking through her teeth, and god, you really don't want to talk to her right now, so you just sigh and make up some lame excuse. Honestly, didn't she get the hint when you stopped returning her calls?

"Uh, I'm actually kind of busy right now, um—"

She glares at you. There is a game of FreeCell, half-done, on your computer.

"Right. Whatever." She says, sounding like a very pissed off version of her normal fifteen-year-old persona, and is it just you, or did her voice get lower? You really can't be sure, because she reaches down and yanks up on your tie and suddenly you're standing up.

"What—?" Obviously talking seems to be out of the question. She doesn't even listen to you, and drags you by your tie, like you're a bad puppy or something, out of the office. Thank God the cameras are pretty much focused on something Jim and Pam are talking about in the break room, because as much as you don't give a crap about this office or what they think of you, well, being dragged like this is really really embarrassing. And—

"Where are we—?"

"Shut up, Ryan." She tells you, and wow, you listen to her, because you've never heard her voice like this, and truth be told, it's kind of scaring you.

Then suddenly she flings open the door to the supply closet and pushes you roughly inside, and you almost trip over your own shoes.

"Jesus, Kelly. If it's really that important, you could have just—"

And then she slaps you across the face. Her hand comes away fast and you know your cheek is going to be red, because jeez, that fucking stung!

"What the hell?"

And that's all you manage to get out, because then she's yanking on your tie and kissing you so fiercely you think your mouth will be bruised in the morning, and you're so confused as to what's going on that it takes you awhile to kiss back, and when you do, it's like you're fighting her every step of the way. This is not the demure, flirtatious Kelly you made out with last month. That Kelly giggled when you moved your hands the slightest inch, smiled against your lips, let your tongue do most of the work.

This Kelly, on the other hand, is proclaiming her dominance. If you were sitting down, she would be straddling you, no doubt about it. There is no giggling. She's pushing against you, pulling so hard on your tie that okay, maybe you're losing some oxygen, but hey, that's all right, because you're scared that if you pull away too soon, this new Kelly might kill you. Seriously.

So when she lets go of your tie and your mouth, you swallow slowly and look at her. You're both panting and her eyes are bright. You open your mouth but you can't seem to form any words, let alone coherent sentences. She kind of glares at you, and there's an exasperated look in her eyes.

"I hate you," she tells you, and now you're even more confused. "You're an ass."

Then she kisses you again, hard and violent, and turns and strides out of the closet. The door slams behind her.

You look around the closet and touch your lips hesitantly.

You have no idea what just happened.

But truth be told, you kind of liked it.