cut me a slice of that pumpkin pie, pumpkin (pam/karen) pg13
title: cut me a slice of that pumpkin pie, pumpkin
fandom: the office
character(s)/pairing(s): pam/karen
rating: ph13
word count: 187
spoilers: none
summary: pam and karen attempt to make a pumpkin pie. some aspects turn out better than others.
“It’s burnt.”
“No, no, it’s just… Cajun.”
“How very culturally expansive of us.”
Pam places her hands on her hips, her expression stern but her lips twitching. Karen snorts.
“Okay, okay. We’ll just cut bits of the crust off where it’s the worst.” She angles her body toward the counter of their small kitchen, already in repair mode and her periphery blocked by still-lingering smoke. Their mangled fire alarm beeps weakly from the trash. “Hand me that knife?”
Instead, she feels Pam’s arms circle her from behind, fingers spread wide and warm over her ribcage and a chin resting on her shoulder.
“How about we let it cool first, yes?”
Her lips dance softly within the dip between her collarbone and her neck. Karen shivers as Pam’s curls tickle just behind her ear and she feels the wet of her tongue on her skin.
“Okay,” Karen breathes out between unmoving lips, Pam already walking them backward toward the living room couch, “You’ve convinced me.”
They end up covering the holes in the crust with whipped cream and their flushed cheeks behind the cupped hands of their mittens.
fandom: the office
character(s)/pairing(s): pam/karen
rating: ph13
word count: 187
spoilers: none
summary: pam and karen attempt to make a pumpkin pie. some aspects turn out better than others.
“It’s burnt.”
“No, no, it’s just… Cajun.”
“How very culturally expansive of us.”
Pam places her hands on her hips, her expression stern but her lips twitching. Karen snorts.
“Okay, okay. We’ll just cut bits of the crust off where it’s the worst.” She angles her body toward the counter of their small kitchen, already in repair mode and her periphery blocked by still-lingering smoke. Their mangled fire alarm beeps weakly from the trash. “Hand me that knife?”
Instead, she feels Pam’s arms circle her from behind, fingers spread wide and warm over her ribcage and a chin resting on her shoulder.
“How about we let it cool first, yes?”
Her lips dance softly within the dip between her collarbone and her neck. Karen shivers as Pam’s curls tickle just behind her ear and she feels the wet of her tongue on her skin.
“Okay,” Karen breathes out between unmoving lips, Pam already walking them backward toward the living room couch, “You’ve convinced me.”
They end up covering the holes in the crust with whipped cream and their flushed cheeks behind the cupped hands of their mittens.