Dinner, and what happened later. Post-Season 3.He ate Frosted Cheerios and watched ESPN highlights in the living room while she sipped her tea silently in the kitchen, contemplating the ways she could tell him she was leaving.
A Pam POV fic, with vague spoilers through season 2, I suppose.
Jim and Pam and two telephones, post-Season 3.“I need someplace to stay.” She said this so softly he had to strain to hear her in the stillness of the evening, leaning toward her slightly. Something inside of him suddenly wanted to protect her.
Jim is worried that Pam can't get no satisfaction.
Smut.
25 "So did I tell you that I play guitar?" -- Jim
Jim has a hidden talent. He knows how to play the guitar, and he uses it to his advantage.
Now that they are together, it's all about them.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.
A bit of an AU look at Jim and Pam, and a rather depressing relationship. First chapter takes place following Phyllis' wedding and then it goes from there. Does not take into account the events that take place in following episodes.
Not a happy piece of writing, I figured I'd take a different approach from the fluffier post-finale stories. I don't think there will be any fluff in this one.
Jim's first barbeque was a success and so he decides to have another. Someone breaks into the liquor cabinet and things... take interesting turns.
Jim/Pam smut with a pretty hefty (for me) plot, but LOTS OF DRINKING! Which is always fun.
FINISHED!!!
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. This is going to be the last time, he tells himself. She’s engaged. She’s not yours. This is going to be the last time.
Just a little bit of self gratification.
Ryan Howard didn't always live by the philosophy that in order to attract women you needed to basically ignore them.
Summer picnics, maps, rain...things change year to year. (No spoilers.)
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.
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…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.
She looked over the boxes with wide eyes, overwhelmed by all the choices. Words like clear and easy were jumping out at her and she had no idea what to do because this was the furthest thing from clear or easy that she had ever done.
Title Courtesy of a Muse song.
My very own requisite, post-"Cocktails" fight/angst/smut fest.
I apologize to everyone who's tired of the FIGHT!ness of all these post-Cocktails stories, but I promise it's worth it. I hope. I also apologize to everyone who has already read this through Livejournal, but it took me a long time to get this site to work for me.
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, I do not profit off of them, and no infringement is intended.
In the end, it is never, never giving up.
[Post Cocktails]
Jim's basketball game with the C.F.O. (not his actual initials) gets interrupted with news from what happened at Poor Richard's; he reacts accordingly.
Before, during, after (peas, waffles.) Post-Cocktails...but no fighting.