This is a one-shot inspired by last night's episode and Hot!Tortured!Roy. I shall say no more. :o)
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Jim does what he intended on Casino Night.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.A scene from sometime down the road…viewed with rose-colored glasses. Through Diwali. Little bit steamy.
Every evening, he hangs back just a bit longer than the others, and waits.This is just my answer to Thursday night's angst - my attempt at an explanation of what the hell they were thinking, as well as my offering of a happy ending (TWSS!).
Lyrics and title are from Sarah McLachlan.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.He's playful and animated, quippy and sexy, and always, always just a little bit dark. Anger, Pain, Love...someone has to do something
S3 AU. She twists the gold band on her finger around and around. She waits to feel regret or guilt or something else besides this buzzing excitement.This is set several weeks post-Merger. No spoilers, all speculation.Speculation for S3 and a whole lotta wishful thinking. Pam's trying to be gracious about Jim's relationship with Karen - but she's had enough - and tells (shows) him so.
This is for kath and Code Name Remax, both of whom wanted a fic in which Michael spilled the beans he has so miraculously been holding thus far....
Begins the night of the Christmas party (or rather, the two Christmas parties...)
Jim and Pam discuss cohabitation on a Sunday morning. Written after Back from Vacation as an antidote to Pam's crying scene. Just couldn't leave it alone, now could I?
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By the time her breathing had returned to normal, he was gone.
I do not own Jim or Pam nor any other being inhabiting the Dunder-Mifflin universe...damn! No infringements or impingements of any kind are either inferred or implied.
Can incessant calls from their insensitive colleagues back home or a mysteriously cancelled credit card ruin what should be some of the happiest times of Jim and Pam’s new married life? What might our newlyweds do to get the honeymoon back on track on this island paradise? Will they find something to get the “sexy” going again in the stars, or maybe...in the waters of BioBay? Adult language and situations and mild spoilers for Mafia.
8 A few light bits and pieces I'd accumulated (have written enough angst lately, thanks.) Since they were just languishing, I figured I'd resurrect Vignettes and send them out into the world. Each is a stand-alone, NOT a chapter in a work-in-progress, so feel free to jump in and out. (I'm thinking there will be 3-5 pieces, but will have to see how the mood strikes me.)
If I owned these characters, would I be writing this stuff? Seriously. No copyright infringement is intended.
Per nomadshan's planting the irresistible notion in my head of writing an Out of Control Jim story (along with encouragement from other posters at TWoP - you know who you are).... This is an exploration of what could happen if (when?) Jim and Pam were pushed to the point of losing all control.
He knows it’s clichéd, but he swears he can still feel the remnants of her touch from earlier, when she’d grabbed his arm playfully, giggling about wedding bands and making him forget the fact that he was leaving and she wasn’t his.
Takes place on Casino Night.
Jim and Pam. Tropical elopement. You do the math.