A/N: Ah yes, another installment to my Jim and Pam fiction collection. Very short one-shot. Hope you like it. I certainly do. It's a bit outside my usual style, so please give me feedback. All forms of concrit are welcome! Just not flames. This piece was actually inspired by some body wash my find Macey gave me for my birthday. Haha. Please review. Also, for anyone who cares, I was listening to Rebellion (Lies) by Arcade Fire when I wrote this. If that affects you at all.
DISCLAIMER: The Office is not mine. If it were, The Office would probably be on HBO or something, so we could get a Jim and Pam sex scene. However, I have sincere doubts that will ever happen. Sadly. ANYWAY. NOT MINE.
Mint and Raspberry
Pam smelled of mint and raspberry. Jim had noticed quickly after he'd started working at Dunder Mifflin. It was a pleasant, intriguing scent which he hadn't anticipated coming from her. He'd subconsciously suspected something light and flowery, simple, but nice. Something that mirrored her personality. Instead, she smelled like mint and raspberry. The combination had a certain kick, a biting intensity he found hard to escape. Later, he'd learn it was the mint at raspberry that accurately mirrored her personality.
Sometimes he found himself wondering if she tasted of mint and raspberry, too.
Later on, after the heartache and rejection of Casino Night, he'd found himself involved with Karen during the late nights. It was the late nights when he thought of Pam most, and Karen was a bittersweet distraction. She smelled like lime and maybe coconut. Something exotic, as Jim pictured her. Her scent was perfectly fine. It was endearing, really. Sexy, he'd tell himself.
But somehow Jim always found himself at the grocery store, buying a container of fresh raspberries.
When Jim and Pam were finally together, the scent of her was absolutely intoxicating. He didn't know if it was her perfume, her body wash, or her shampoo that drove him wild. He'd been on many searches through his lover's bathroom to find the scent that was distinctly her. He never did find what he was looking for in the depths of her bathroom, so he'd find himself crawling back into bed, spooning up next to her. He'd nuzzle his face into the nape of her neck, her curls splayed across the pillow, and he'd inhale deeply.
Never had Jim been able to escape the scent that was so distinctly Pam. Never did he want to. It drove him wild – she drove him wild. He loved it. He loved her.
She smelled of mint and raspberry, and he liked it.
