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“Roll Up the Carpet So We Can Dance” by victoria_p (T)
Fandom: THE OFFICE
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 1743 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
musesfool
Author Website: Dreamwidth | Tumblr
Why this must be read: This fic is the absolutely perfect antidote to the angst of the first few seasons (and the accompanying fic). It's so utterly full of joy and fits seamlessly into the glorious but short bits of JAM goodness in Season 4. Part of the wonderfulness of their relationship is that they just seem to work most of the time, the way real people in a great relationship might, and this fic is composed of so many of those small moments that mean so much to them and to us.
Then Andy comes barreling through the door, arms and legs pumping, and Pam makes herself as small as possible and buries her face against Jim's chest in embarrassment.
"Way to go, Big Tuna!" Andy says, clapping Jim on the shoulder. "I'm training for another 5K. Gotta keep in shape," he continues, even though neither of them have asked. Pam peeks up at Jim and has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at the look of shock on his face. "I'll see you later." He pounds his way down the steps, the stairwell echoing with his grunts.
Jim waits until the noise dies away, then tips her face up to kiss her again. But she's laughing too hard, shoulders shaking with it. She lowers her legs to the floor, still clinging to his arms, trying to steady herself.
"I hope he remembered to tape his nipples this time," she manages through her giggles.
"Okay, the mood is officially broken," Jim says, finally giving in and cracking up.
They can't stop laughing, and he can't stop touching her, his hand on her shoulder, her cheek, her hair. She takes it and kisses his palm gently, still tingling from his touch.
She smoothes her skirt over her thighs, and says, "Okay, are you ready to go back in?"
He lets out one last bark of laughter, and then they head back into the office. When she risks glancing up at him, she starts giggling again, and he elbows her to shut her up.
Angela is standing at the reception desk, frowning. She eyes them appraisingly, then gives a loud, haughty sniff. "You shouldn't come to work half-dressed," she says. "It's inappropriate. And you'll catch cold, and then spread your germs to the rest of us." She sniffs again and walks away, still clutching the paperwork she probably meant to deliver to Pam in the first place.
"Don't worry, Beesly, I'll keep you warm," Jim murmurs, and Pam blushes again.
Jim spends his afternoon trying to convince Dwight that the new overnight cashier at Wawa is actually a post-drunk-on-youtube David Hasselhoff, but Pam can't enjoy it. She's too busy remembering the feel of Jim's hands on her thighs, and thinking about his mouth there instead.
Roll Up the Carpet So We Can Dance
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 1743 words
Author on LJ:
musesfoolAuthor Website: Dreamwidth | Tumblr
Why this must be read: This fic is the absolutely perfect antidote to the angst of the first few seasons (and the accompanying fic). It's so utterly full of joy and fits seamlessly into the glorious but short bits of JAM goodness in Season 4. Part of the wonderfulness of their relationship is that they just seem to work most of the time, the way real people in a great relationship might, and this fic is composed of so many of those small moments that mean so much to them and to us.
Then Andy comes barreling through the door, arms and legs pumping, and Pam makes herself as small as possible and buries her face against Jim's chest in embarrassment.
"Way to go, Big Tuna!" Andy says, clapping Jim on the shoulder. "I'm training for another 5K. Gotta keep in shape," he continues, even though neither of them have asked. Pam peeks up at Jim and has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at the look of shock on his face. "I'll see you later." He pounds his way down the steps, the stairwell echoing with his grunts.
Jim waits until the noise dies away, then tips her face up to kiss her again. But she's laughing too hard, shoulders shaking with it. She lowers her legs to the floor, still clinging to his arms, trying to steady herself.
"I hope he remembered to tape his nipples this time," she manages through her giggles.
"Okay, the mood is officially broken," Jim says, finally giving in and cracking up.
They can't stop laughing, and he can't stop touching her, his hand on her shoulder, her cheek, her hair. She takes it and kisses his palm gently, still tingling from his touch.
She smoothes her skirt over her thighs, and says, "Okay, are you ready to go back in?"
He lets out one last bark of laughter, and then they head back into the office. When she risks glancing up at him, she starts giggling again, and he elbows her to shut her up.
Angela is standing at the reception desk, frowning. She eyes them appraisingly, then gives a loud, haughty sniff. "You shouldn't come to work half-dressed," she says. "It's inappropriate. And you'll catch cold, and then spread your germs to the rest of us." She sniffs again and walks away, still clutching the paperwork she probably meant to deliver to Pam in the first place.
"Don't worry, Beesly, I'll keep you warm," Jim murmurs, and Pam blushes again.
Jim spends his afternoon trying to convince Dwight that the new overnight cashier at Wawa is actually a post-drunk-on-youtube David Hasselhoff, but Pam can't enjoy it. She's too busy remembering the feel of Jim's hands on her thighs, and thinking about his mouth there instead.
Roll Up the Carpet So We Can Dance