Author Notes: Sorry about the long hiatus. Hockey playoffs, mostly.

The other day I tried to think back to the last fluffy Office fic I'd written, and I couldn't. So I looked through my notes and realized that I haven't written any Office fluff ever. So here's some fluff.

Pulling out of their kiss after several long moments, Karen was absolutely stunned. Then thoughtful. Then sad. Finally settling on just sort of neutral, saying softly, "Jim hasn't kissed me with that kind of passion in months..."

And Pam smirked at that. "So how do you feel about me now?"

"I want... " Karen shook her head, and looked remorseful (thus showing more facial expressions in the past ten seconds than she had all month). "I can't, Pam. I've betrayed your trust."

So Pam slapped her. "Even?"

"Damn, that was such a turn-on." This time Karen initiated the kissing and Pam finally let herself surrender to this feeling. By the time their lips eventually parted, their mouths were swollen and sore.

"Wow," they breathed in unison.

"Double-wow!" exclaimed Kevin, from where he still stood, rooted to the spot at which he first set eyes on the two women making out just outside the office door.

Upon further consideration later in her life, Pam would conclude that she had suffered a small heart attack at precisely this moment. That must have been one helluva kiss that she was so absorbed in it that she had never noticed the completely un-stealthy jumbo-sized accountant emerging into the hallway. Slowly her breathing and heartrate returned to the upper limit for her age group for female athletes just completing a marathon, the stars faded from her vision, and she could speak to maybe prevent some sort of scandal.

"Kevin! I'll give you a five month's supply of peanut M&M's if you never speak a word of this to anyone, ever."

Kevin knit his brows in deep concentration (whether mulling the deal or reflecting on what he'd just seen while the eye candy in question was still fresh in his mind was up for debate) and fiddled with his tie. "I don't know..."

"Six months."

"Deal."

Pam and Karen stared at him expectantly. He stood there. They gesticulated that he should leave. He stood there.

"Oh. I guess I should be going now. Um. Bye," he said, in his slow, ponderous way. He eventually did leave them alone in the hallway, but he walked backwards while doing it, a lecherous grin still plastered on his face (which would not leave him for some time).

She hadn't thought it was possible for someone of Karen's complexion to blush so hard, but it was an interesting shade. "We should have realized that we were making out just in front of the elevator." Karen remained a delightful pinkish-tan. Pam could only imagine her own lobster-like cheeks.

"I wasn't exactly concentrating on the details."

"The details were kinda unimportant at the time." Yeah, they kinda weren't.

"So. Kevin. Ultimate mood killer?"

Pam shrugged. "Could've been worse."

Karen was dumbfounded. "How so?"

"Two words: Todd Packer." That would have been horrific. Kevin was bad, but it was okay since she knew his weaknesses for candy and his submissive demeanor would be easy to regulate. If it was anyone else from the office outside of Toby... Pam really didn't want to even consider that. Of course there was one option that was even worse than Packer.

Karen brought that nasty, troublesome possibilty home: "Cameras," she said, and Pam was suddenly very worried. She'd brought up a good point about how, in the back of her mind while they were trying to sort out their painful, confusing lives, they knew that it'll be on TV at a later date, and everyone is going to get the opportunity to see what total goobs they've been. Imagine having to go to work knowing that. If you had one of these UST/triangle/breakdown type things everyone will know about... She suddenly found a new appreciation for Stanley's disinterested behaviour.

"I really hope they didn't catch that on film."

"Why not?" Karen grinned. "If they did, once this show goes on the air we could become very, very wealthy."

"By appealing to the cravings of filthy, pervy men? I'd rather not." Still, the thought was exciting - in the same sort of wrong way that this thing with Karen was also. "But it could save us the trouble of pulling off those jewel heists we were discussing this morning."

"Yeah. Taking our clothes off for money is much easier." It really was. Pam couldn't resist reaching for the top buttons of Karen's dress-shirt. There was something about her that just made Pam want to throw caution to the wind and damn the consequences. As she kissed her excitedly, letting all the months of suppressed craving emerge, she revelled in the feeling of the silky fabric (how much did this shirt cost anyway?) bursting from the tension of her chest and escaping with the loosing of the last buttons...

"Well, I'm not about to give you any money, but shall we begin with the disrobing anyway?"

Karen gasped against her skin. "If you don't want the cameras to see, we'd better at least do that someplace other than the hallway."

Pam reluctantly pulled herself away. "My place. Drive fast."

No sooner had Pam opened her apartment door did Karen pounce on her, the two falling into Pam's ratty, Goodwill couch. "I drove the entire way here with my shirt unbuttoned," Karen announced between kisses.

Pam giggled. Karen's lips were everywhere - including a few places where you'd normally think that lips should not be. "You must be so proud."

Karen wasted absolutely no time in getting Pam undressed. "I am," she said. "I think this may have been my all-time greatest achievement in the history of today." While Karen still had her shirt open, Pam was now pretty much all open.

"You're easily impressed."

"I knew there was a reason why I liked you."

Pam looked up at Karen in confusion and lust. "Did you just burn me or yourself?"

"I have no idea. I'm slightly preoccupied at the moment," replied a smirking Karen, in between kisses. "You should be too, you know. I don't want to have to do all the work."

"Gah!" Indignant. "What, you call this work?"

"I'll have you know that I have a very strong work ethic."

"Oh. Ooohhh! Carry on then."

Later...

"And a job well done, Miss Fillipelli."

"Thank you. I try. You know, we really must thank Jim for being such an ass."

"I'll get him a fruit basket with the petty cash money tomorrow."

"Sweet."

When Kevin returned home that night, he discovered that Stacey has baked him a pie.

Today was a good day for Kevin Malone.