Hi. I'm Melissa. I'm 18 and one of the biggest JAM fans you'll ever meet.
Try me, you'll like me.
I'm a student in Ohio just trying to find her place.
Anyway, after meeting Moxie [huge fan of her, btw], EverybodyHurts, and more at The Office Convention, I've decided to actually start writing fanfiction. Sure, EH, I'm a HUGE lurker. And I don't know what a beta-reader is. So if someone could describe to me what that is, that'd be great.
I LOVE the JAM Smut. Every single smut story I read makes me insanely happy. Although I've never experienced anything like what JAM does in most MA stories, I'm going to try it. And it should start soon. I love JAM, I love MTT, what else is there to say? Let me find my niche.
Any questions? Let me know. (:
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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. Michael’s leaning forward on his elbows, staring at her across his desk. “That was definitely heroic and, if I may say so, romantical of you. Well done.” While he shoots her what is meant to be a congratulatory grin, Pam stares down at the teal glass shards in her laps, still clutching the ice pack, trying desperately to pretend that the tears have stopped.
Post-Cocktails.
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.
Pam's been faking it. Roy asks Jim how to fix it.
8 Title comes from the INXS song of the same name (the original INXS, with Michael Hutchence).
Not enough time for all that I want for you...
An alternate universe where Pam and Roy are already on the outs. Takes place during Email Surveillance.