Okay, I've read a little Office Fanfiction before, but I've dreamed about this ship for so long that I had to write it. Maybe it was just a dwelling plot bunny, I don't know. Just read, and be prepared for a story that isn't all about Jim and Pam. Slash, anyone?
Disclaimer: I don't own Office, no copyright infringement is intended.
Pam looked up, for the fifth time in ten minutes, noting the way Karen cleared her throat, trying to get Jim's attention.
Noting how Jim ignored her, pretended not to notice. How callous of him. If she began clearing her throat he would look up.
A-hem. Pam took the second to pronounce her scratchy throat, using her peripheral vision to watch Jim turn towards her desk. See? He didn't ignore her.
At the same time, it was mean. Pam knew that he was conflicted, stuck, trapped, but then again he had no right to use Karen like this. He didn't have to right to destroy her, one 'a-hem' at a time. No matter how much Pam loved him, he didn't have the right.
Karen was gorgeous. She was kind and had a great sense of humor, added funny comments and made Pam smile. She was just like Jim. That was why the two of them would never work out, never fit together. They were so damn alike.
Pam didn't even quite deny it even more, she wasn't in love with Jim like she used to be. Before Karen came. Before he tried his best to ignore her. Before she realized that she might just not have it in her to love him anymore. He'd caused so much disarray in her life that she wasn't sure if she could handle it anymore.
She returned to her sketch, this one of Kelly and Ryan. They were making out, him grabbing her ass like he always did. Pam wasn't strange, for sketching them in these intimate moments, she just needed something fresh to draw. Something raw, different, crazy.
Something unexpected.
But her life was just boring and monotonous, a familiar yet unsatisfying routine that she longed to screw up, smash, twist. She wanted to change her lifestyle.
Too bad she wasn't quite sure how to, not yet. She needed something that not only let her drown her sorrows in, but surprised her parents. Hell, she needed to surprise herself.
She hadn't had sex since a month before the wedding was scheduled to be. She told Roy that they should wait until the wedding night, and he reluctantly agreed, after she told him he could jerk off any time he wanted to.
Nobody ever saw her and think that she would hunger for it, need it, crave it, but she did. She was a woman, she did womanly things, she did get aroused.
Believe it or not, Pam Beesly was a woman.
The whole sex thing hadn't really gotten to her yet, but she was starting to feel the effects. After about ten years of almost constant sex, she was feeling a little deprived. And Roy hadn't even been that satisfying, in all those years.
She found herself thinking of the birthday party they were throwing that night, for Kevin. He was bummed that Stacey couldn't come because of a work convention, so she and Karen were teaming up again to throw another party filled with booze. This time, Angela didn't even try to compete. Instead she had them make sure there was sparkling cider there for her, too.
She liked the booze at the work place. It was such a fun thing, those fruity little drinks that Kelly mixed up, but they were supposed to be found at bars, parties. Not work. It was strange for Pam to see two very different things clashing like that, yet it was amusing. Tonight, she vowed to get plastered at this party.
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"Do you want to do this, or not?" Karen's voice was stern, yet shaky and nervous. Jim stared at the floor before bringing his gaze to meet hers.
"No." He sighed, finally admitting to Karen that he couldn't do this, this relationship, anymore. Karen stood there for a second, before turning around and grabbing a cup of red punch right from Pam's hands. She downed it and smiled at Kelly, silently asking her for more.
"And more liquor this time." She turned her head back to Pam, giggling.
"You took my drink. I wanted that! I was almost to the second drink!" Pam slurred her words, letting her fingers grip Karen's shoulder for support. Karen laughed.
"You should lay off the punch, there, Beesly. I think you've had enough." Pam's easy-going, alcohol-induced smile turned into a full glare.
"No." She was about to pound her fist on the table before Kelly quickly handed both of them new glasses. Pam clumsily pushed her cup into Karen's.
"To us!" She giggled before downing it.
"Fuck men!" Karen downed hers too, noting the difference in taste from the last drink she'd had. She directed her eyes to Kelly's, silently questioning.
"I stopped adding that much alcohol to Pam's a long time ago." Karen smiled slightly, watching the auburn-haired girl stumble over and try to give everyone a hug.
"Is she always this affectionate when she gets tipsy?" Karen asked.
"Oh, yeah. At The Dundies Ceremony last year she kissed Jim, right on the lips! He was just holding her chair out for her and bam! She kisses him!" Kelly laughed at the memory. Surprisingly, Karen kept up her level smile.
"Wow. She should get home soon." Karen didn't want Pam to get in any trouble, and by the way she was hanging on the lamp, it would happen soon.
"You can take her home, if you want." Kelly faced her attention to Ryan, now bored with the conversation. Karen was still smiling.
Pam had never looked so undeniably gorgeous. Her hair fell around her shoulders, perfectly, her eyes bright from the booze. She looked good with the fair complexion, better than if she was tan. Yeah, she was really pretty. That sad part was that she looked like she hadn't been told that in a really long time. Ten, eleven years, maybe? Karen made a mental note to tell her sometime. "Pam, you look really pretty today." Yeah, she would tell her one of these days.
"Pam? Pam! You should get home. I'll drive you." She gently took her hand, pulling Pam off of Stanley and leading her towards the elevator.
"'Bye, everyone! Love you guys!" Pam yelled. Karen laughed more while everyone waved, saying goodbyes.
The SUV was clean, smelled nice. Pam was the third overly-intoxicated person to get a ride home in this car. The first was Karen's sister, after her brother's wedding, the third was Jim, after that one night at the office, and here was little miss third, who now looked distraught.
Karen paused before starting the car, frowning at Pam.
"What's wrong?" She lays a hand on Pam's knee, anything to make her look her way, but she seems to have completely switched personalities, confusing Karen.
"Pam?" she frowns even more at the sniffles, and finds herself getting teary-eyed when she sees Pam's tears.
"I so sick of it, you know? I hate that damn apartment, it's so friggin' empty!" She's sobbing, and the only thing Karen can do it put her hand over her shoulders and listen to her cry.
"Don't worry, Pam. You'll find a way to fill up that apartment." It's the only thing she can say, because she can't even imagine how many times she's been in this position before. The drunk-sobbing-don't-wanna-be-lonely-position.
"No, I won't! Look at me! I'm to small to fill it up!" She's crying harder, but soon Karen can hear giggles surfacing.
"What?" And then soon, Karen's laughing too, amused at the turn of events.
"That doesn't even make sense, does it?" Then, while still sitting in the Dunder-Mifflin parking lot, all they can do it laugh and hold on to each other. It's so sad and funny and unpredictable, what's going to happen, that they can't help but release the emotions bubbling up inside them with giggles.
Then, before either of them knows what happening, Their kissing, right on the lips, and neither one of them knows who started this whole 'let's kiss' thing, but its so nice and soft and sweet and unexpected that neither one of them stop.
Pam hadn't slept with someone in a house that she didn't co-own in years. She hadn't slept with anyone other than Roy in seven, since there was that one time in college when they broke up for about a month, and she slept with a guy from her art class. Ricardo. He was Hispanic.
And she had never slept with girl. She didn't really know what it was like, to do this with someone who was feminine and soft, thin, as delicate as she was.
But that night, she learned exactly when it was like to do all of those things.
If you're capable of reading his, then I think it's pretty sad that you can't just tell me how I did. Please?