The rain outside is drumming on the roof of her car and she loves it, hates it, doesn’t understand what’s happening but god, it feels good to do something unexpected.Written in response to the Evening Coming (aka the Scarf) challenge. Not usually one for prompts, but this one got me thinking.
Yup, it’s a post-Cocktails fic! With a bit of a twist. Karen does a bad thing, and Jim is about to suffer the consequences…Pam's discovered the world of internet chat rooms. Jim can't resist the chance to be near her in cyberspace. Spoilers up to Cocktails. You hate that she’s the only thing that makes you warm because now you know you can’t have her.
Takes place during Booze Cruise.
Before, during, after (peas, waffles.) Post-Cocktails...but no fighting.In the end, it is never, never giving up.
[Post Cocktails]
Michael decides to take his sales dream team on a little trip and pulls Pam along for the ride. Spoilers through Cocktails.The first thing she noticed was that he’d started rolling up his sleeves again.
Set a few weeks post-Cocktails ... I'm spoiler-free, however, so it's just speculation!
Pam and Jim decide to get it out of their system...Literally. This idea just wouldn't get out of head, especially after all the fight fics, I figure there has to be another way to get rid of the sexual tension- why not actual 'casual' sex. Oh and it's going to really backfire. P.S. This is way fluffier than my usual stuff AND almost finished too. So there's that.
Karen decides to see what all the fuss is about when it comes to Pam Beesly. Jim/Pam/Karen smut!
Karen and Pam move in together and Pam shares something intersting.
Graphic femslash. Like, GRAPHIC. I don't even know where this came from, I swear! Call it a series of events that lead up to... well, the climax. No pun intended.
Michael's Farewell Party turns into an unexpected night for Jim and Pam.
Member's Choice - “My father died, so I’ll need a few days.” She explained in an unaffected sounding voice that surprised even herself. The three other parties in the room were stunned into silence. Jim spoke first. “Jesus, Pam…” She stood with her back to him and addressed Michael as if Jim had not made a sound…as if Jim did not exist. It was the only way.
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