Chattering. KaPam.
I'm cleaning out the KaPam fic closet, as it were, so here we go. Another one. :)
Title: Chattering (teeth & otherwise)
Author: mrgaritakaraoke
Pairing/Character: Pam/Karen, Jim
Rating: G
Summary: Pam, Karen, and Jim escape the prying eyes at David Wallace's Christmas party and talk.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
At David Wallace’s annual Christmas party, they grab appletinis (inside joke) and head for the back porch. It’s freezing outside and their dresses don’t do much to protect them from the cold, but it’s better than being inside where everyone stares awkwardly at them and Jim. They’re not on bad terms, but everyone still walks on eggshells as if they’re going to have a knife fight while the puff pastries are being served.
Pam sighs and leans against the railing; the cool surface sends a shiver up her spine and she almost spills her drink.
“Can you believe them?” she says. “I guess now I know what it feels like to be an animal in the zoo.”
Karen shrugs and looks up at the stars. “They’re corporate.”
“Do they do this to you every day?” Pam asks.
“Not so much anymore,” Karen answers. She moves to stand next to Pam. “It kind of got old after a while, I guess. I mean, once the receptionists stopped gossiping about it.” She gently elbows Pam and smirks. “You know how those types can be.”
Pam chuckles and takes a sip of her drink. “Yeah, I can imagine. At least I don’t work for the company anymore, right? I’d bet that Michael would call even more than he does now if he found out we filled out those HR forms.”
“Yeah,” Karen says and nods. “He keeps leering at me and giggling.”
“At least he doesn’t have your cell number,” Pam replies.
Karen laughs and rests her head on Pam’s shoulder.
They’re startled when the sliding glass door opens and a familiar lanky paper salesman is standing in the doorway. He looks a little shocked to find them there, but not upset. He steps out onto the porch and closes the door behind him.
“Hey,” he says and puts his hands in his pockets. “Do you mind if I stand out here with you guys for a while?”
“You get sick of the staring, too?” Pam asks.
Jim sighs and watches the fog of his breath float in the air. “Uh, yeah. I mean, shouldn’t they know better? I feel like a ten year old would have better manners.”
“They’re corporate,” Karen repeats. She sets her drink down and rubs her arms.
Watching her, Pam says quietly, “It’s freezing.”
"Here," Jim says. He shrugs off his jacket and hands it to them.
Karen and Pam wrap the jacket around themselves and huddle together.
“Wow,” Jim says. He rubs the back of his neck. “I never thought I’d be... I don’t know. I thought this would be weirder.”
Pam smiles and replies, “It’s probably because I’m such a good break-up.”
“Oh, yeah,” Jim chuckles. “The best I ever had, Beesly.”
“You know,” Pam says, “if Michael could see us right now, I think his brain would explode.”
“Well, when they all put two and two together,” Karen says, “they’re going to think we had a threesome out here. I don’t think Michael’s brain will ever work again once that idea’s in there.”
“Can we not talk about Michael picturing us naked,” Jim interjects. “I still have to work with the guy.”
They all laugh together and fall into a comfortable silence. Karen again rests her head on Pam’s shoulder.
“Well,” Jim says quietly, “I think I’m going to go back in. I’ll see you guys in there - maybe we can make awkward small talk or something.”
Pam smiles. “I’d like that.”
“Me, too,” Karen replies.
Jim goes back into the house, shutting the door behind him.
“That was less weird than I thought it’d be,” Pam says. “I mean, we text and email and whatever, but I don’t know. I thought it was going to be way weirder talking to him with both of us here.”
“Maybe it is because you’re such a good break-up,” Karen says, a smile evident in her voice.
Pam wraps her arm around Karen’s waist and kisses the top of her head. “Well, you’ll never have to find out.”
“Oh yeah?” Karen lifts her head and kisses Pam’s cheek.
Their teeth are chattering but neither of them feels like going back inside yet.
Title: Chattering (teeth & otherwise)
Author: mrgaritakaraoke
Pairing/Character: Pam/Karen, Jim
Rating: G
Summary: Pam, Karen, and Jim escape the prying eyes at David Wallace's Christmas party and talk.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
At David Wallace’s annual Christmas party, they grab appletinis (inside joke) and head for the back porch. It’s freezing outside and their dresses don’t do much to protect them from the cold, but it’s better than being inside where everyone stares awkwardly at them and Jim. They’re not on bad terms, but everyone still walks on eggshells as if they’re going to have a knife fight while the puff pastries are being served.
Pam sighs and leans against the railing; the cool surface sends a shiver up her spine and she almost spills her drink.
“Can you believe them?” she says. “I guess now I know what it feels like to be an animal in the zoo.”
Karen shrugs and looks up at the stars. “They’re corporate.”
“Do they do this to you every day?” Pam asks.
“Not so much anymore,” Karen answers. She moves to stand next to Pam. “It kind of got old after a while, I guess. I mean, once the receptionists stopped gossiping about it.” She gently elbows Pam and smirks. “You know how those types can be.”
Pam chuckles and takes a sip of her drink. “Yeah, I can imagine. At least I don’t work for the company anymore, right? I’d bet that Michael would call even more than he does now if he found out we filled out those HR forms.”
“Yeah,” Karen says and nods. “He keeps leering at me and giggling.”
“At least he doesn’t have your cell number,” Pam replies.
Karen laughs and rests her head on Pam’s shoulder.
They’re startled when the sliding glass door opens and a familiar lanky paper salesman is standing in the doorway. He looks a little shocked to find them there, but not upset. He steps out onto the porch and closes the door behind him.
“Hey,” he says and puts his hands in his pockets. “Do you mind if I stand out here with you guys for a while?”
“You get sick of the staring, too?” Pam asks.
Jim sighs and watches the fog of his breath float in the air. “Uh, yeah. I mean, shouldn’t they know better? I feel like a ten year old would have better manners.”
“They’re corporate,” Karen repeats. She sets her drink down and rubs her arms.
Watching her, Pam says quietly, “It’s freezing.”
"Here," Jim says. He shrugs off his jacket and hands it to them.
Karen and Pam wrap the jacket around themselves and huddle together.
“Wow,” Jim says. He rubs the back of his neck. “I never thought I’d be... I don’t know. I thought this would be weirder.”
Pam smiles and replies, “It’s probably because I’m such a good break-up.”
“Oh, yeah,” Jim chuckles. “The best I ever had, Beesly.”
“You know,” Pam says, “if Michael could see us right now, I think his brain would explode.”
“Well, when they all put two and two together,” Karen says, “they’re going to think we had a threesome out here. I don’t think Michael’s brain will ever work again once that idea’s in there.”
“Can we not talk about Michael picturing us naked,” Jim interjects. “I still have to work with the guy.”
They all laugh together and fall into a comfortable silence. Karen again rests her head on Pam’s shoulder.
“Well,” Jim says quietly, “I think I’m going to go back in. I’ll see you guys in there - maybe we can make awkward small talk or something.”
Pam smiles. “I’d like that.”
“Me, too,” Karen replies.
Jim goes back into the house, shutting the door behind him.
“That was less weird than I thought it’d be,” Pam says. “I mean, we text and email and whatever, but I don’t know. I thought it was going to be way weirder talking to him with both of us here.”
“Maybe it is because you’re such a good break-up,” Karen says, a smile evident in her voice.
Pam wraps her arm around Karen’s waist and kisses the top of her head. “Well, you’ll never have to find out.”
“Oh yeah?” Karen lifts her head and kisses Pam’s cheek.
Their teeth are chattering but neither of them feels like going back inside yet.