KaPam, KaPam, KaPam.... so great.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Office.

Phone

She doesn't know why, but she calls Karen.

The Karen. Pam thinks it's kind of too bad that they didn't become friends after Jim left for New York. Left, and chose neither of them.

It turns out she isn't busy, actually. Her schedule is wide open. And what reason would Pam be calling her for?

Pam isn't sure. Her mouth betrays her and says that, right on the phone. After a few seconds of stunned silence, Karen laughs.

"Who needs reasons? I'm at my place, I think you got directions at some point...?"

"Uh. Yeah. Yes, I mean. I did. From... yeah. Okay."

Karen giggles. "Whoa, yeah, like, um, jeez, I don't know, hm, whoa, uh, okay," she says loudly into the receiver, teasing Pam in such a lighthearted way that Pam laughs too. Genuinely.

Movie

They watch Legally Blonde.

"You know how in the movie... she thinks that he's gonna propose? And then he leaves her?" Karen sounds small, broken, and it kind of scares Pam that she doesn't sound like usual.

"Yeah."

Silence.

Then. "I thought Jim was gonna propose to me. At the fountain. I really did. And... he didn't."

Silence.

Then. "Well, he, like, barged in during my interview. He told me - right in front of the camera guy - that he was leaving. For good. Like telling me was even necessary."

It wasn't necessary, though, and Pam knows that. None of this is necessary.

But needing something is pretty much way different than wanting it.

Drink

"I suppose," Pam murmurs, because Karen has good alcohol. Not the cheap stuff she gets, that reeks of being desperate and that "if I don't get drunk I'll feel even worse" feeling.

"Of course you suppose," Karen giggles before pouring her way too much. Like way, way, too much. She knew these cups were big, but -

"All gone. More, please."

And just like that, this over-the-top drink has reduced Pam to talking like a six-year-old.

Kiss

Karen tastes good. Pam wants to taste all of her, starting with her tongue.

And finishing with...

Her sweaty palms get even sweatier, telling her that she shouldn't finish that sentence.

But this makes her feel all different kinds of warm, alcohol excluded.

Kink

"I don't know." Pam blinks and looks around the apartment that she now knows so well. "I've never done this before."

Karen smiles, and her eyes are darker that Pam is used to looking at. "I can tell."

The handcuffs are shiny, two circles held together by a small chain. Pam takes them from Karen.

They're heavy. Real, for sure.

"I guess, but-"

"Don't worry," Karen says softly.

So she doesn't.

Goodness, I love this pairing. And yeah - this is complete. The first person who tells me to update gets pummeled. Now... review, please?