She nodded, "I never joke about Feng Shui."
Spoilers through "Money."
1. It doesn't get more romantic than tablemaking by StarShine
2. Dwight, read us a bedtime story by StarShine
It REALLY bugged me when I saw that Jim and Pam had separate beds at Dwight's farm. So I started writing this mid-episode, and then I saw that they had pushed their beds together, so I felt better. But I finished this story anyway. :) I'm not used to writing so much dialogue, so I hope it came across well and in character.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters or anything related to The Office. If I did, Karen would have been just a character in fanfiction. That I would have avoided like the plague.
“So that’s why he called it the ‘Irrigation Room.’” Jim chuckled as he tapped the pipes hanging in front of him at eye level.
“I wouldn’t touch those pipes if I were you. It might burst and flood the room. With sewer water.” She surveyed the room. “I can’t believe it’s our first night away together, and it’s on Dwight’s Beet Farm!”
“Well, if I remember correctly, this was your idea.” He shrugged and smiled.
“Oh, come on, you knew we couldn’t pass up this opportunity. We’re going to make wine. Out of beets. And then the tablemaking, Jim. Tablemaking. It doesn’t get more romantic than that. Hey, what are you doing?”
Jim looked up at her from the end of one of the twin beds. “I’m pushing our beds together. What does it look like I’m doing?”
“No, leave them. It would disrupt the room’s feng shui.”
He froze mid-shove. “Feng shui? Are you serious?”
She nodded, her barely suppressed laughter threatning to spill out any second. “I never joke about feng shui.”
“So, let me get this straight. Our first ‘romantic’ weekend away, and it’s at Dwight’s Bed and Breakfast, and we’re not even sleeping in the same bed.”
“It’s Agrotourisim, Jim. And don’t worry, there’ll be other getaway weekends.”
He opened the door and let her pass first, “Yes there will, Pam. Yes there will.”
It's not done yet! (Is that a TWSS?)
I realize this didn't really need to be in two chapters.. but it felt like it should be. I dunno. I'm just weird.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own The Office. But I'll gladly buy it for... *counts money in wallet* $2.63? Please?
“The door is locked, right?” Pam asked, as she settled herself under the sheets.
“Why, you still scared of the boogeyman?” Jim laughed from his bed across the room.
“Not the boogeyman, Cousin Mose. Did you see how he was rocking back and forth like a crazy person?” She shuddred.
“Yeah, that was pretty freaky. Hey, so I was thinking Dwight’s in the wrong career. He’s got great promise recording audiobooks.“ Jim turned in his bed to face Pam.
“Definitely. I mean those character voices were amazing.” She turned to face him.
“So really, we’re going to sleep in separate beds?” He couldn’t help but ask again. “We haven’t slept in separate beds in…”
“One month, one week, and three nights.”
Jim raised his eyebrow, impressed and amused.
“You’ll survive. Good night, Jim.” Pam shut off the bedside lamp and rolled over so her back was facing her very disappointed boyfriend.
Several hours later, Jim woke up to Pam pulling up the sheets from one side of his bed. “Are you ok?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.
“I missed you.” She curled up next to him, intertwining her legs with his.
He was really awake now. “Ok, first, your feet ar freezing. Second, I told you so.” He smiled smugly before crawling around her to get up out of the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“What we should have done in the first place.” He got behind her bed and started pushing it towards his.
A few minutes later, Jim had his arms wrapped around Pam, her hands covering his hands where they rested over her stomach. “Much better.” She sighed.
“What about feng shui?” He smiled into her hair.
She turned around to face him, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair, pulling his lips down to hers.
“Totally overrated.”