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“Interlude: A Study in Love” by chibi_care (R)
Fandom: THE OFFICE
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 1,547 words
Authors on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibi_care (journal has since been purged, but the link below is active)
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read: Another happy epilogue to “Casino Night,” but rather than an immediate follow-up, this fic is a lovely and poetic survey of the giddy bits of Pam and Jim’s early relationship. Though this was written in 2006, “Interlude” actually reads as canon-compliant somewhere around Season 4, which is wonderfully nifty. Dwight and Michael make spot-on cameos, too.
He looks at her from his desk and sees how her hair is brown under the fluorescents, how her face is pale and pinched, how she's losing color in her cheeks. He watches her nod at the phone, pitch her voice at a whisper, deliver messages in her round, neat writing. He watches her and he's so positive that it's not her that he jumps when she turns and gives him a grin that lightens her whole face and his heart speeds up imperceptibly in his chest.
The next morning he intercepts her in the parking lot, takes her by the hand. She doesn't protest when his fingers close around hers warm and firm, loosened around the wrist. Her eyes are wide and wondering when he tugs her into his car with the air of an eager puppy.
She asks him where they're going; he smiles. She loves the way he smiles.
**
In her bag are her sketchbook and oil pencils. She draws when the mood strikes. She draws when the sun hangs low over the horizon and the colors spread out from the center of the sky like someone's hand flattening a pancake. She draws when it's raining outside and the tulips she's planted are glossy with wet, each individual droplet of water clear and crystalline against the waxy petals. She draws when she notices that he's not looking, that his hair is messy, that his sleeves are rolled up and his top button is undone. She draws all these things.
She likes to draw him sleeping the best, when his eyelashes are frozen against his cheek, his breath coming long and deep against her skin, and the sheets tangled around his waist, their feet. She wants to capture everything she loves about him in one singular image, and it's frustrating her that it's a nigh impossible task. She wants to capture him because he's inexplicably beautiful, because his limbs are warm and his palms are soft, because he makes her dinner and takes her on walks, because he kisses her like breathing.
**
He keeps the windows rolled down on the highways, and she laughs into the wind when it whips past her hair and he sees it stream back in a flutter of wound curls. She has her bare feet propped up on the dashboard, and she's tapping her toes against the edge of her door to the beat of whatever song's on. He can't hear her humming, but he sees the way her head bounces and her eyes are closed and he thinks that he can feel the vibrations in his bones.
Interlude: A Study in Love
Pairing: Pam Beesley/Jim Halpert
Length: 1,547 words
Authors on LJ:
chibi_care (journal has since been purged, but the link below is active)Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read: Another happy epilogue to “Casino Night,” but rather than an immediate follow-up, this fic is a lovely and poetic survey of the giddy bits of Pam and Jim’s early relationship. Though this was written in 2006, “Interlude” actually reads as canon-compliant somewhere around Season 4, which is wonderfully nifty. Dwight and Michael make spot-on cameos, too.
He looks at her from his desk and sees how her hair is brown under the fluorescents, how her face is pale and pinched, how she's losing color in her cheeks. He watches her nod at the phone, pitch her voice at a whisper, deliver messages in her round, neat writing. He watches her and he's so positive that it's not her that he jumps when she turns and gives him a grin that lightens her whole face and his heart speeds up imperceptibly in his chest.
The next morning he intercepts her in the parking lot, takes her by the hand. She doesn't protest when his fingers close around hers warm and firm, loosened around the wrist. Her eyes are wide and wondering when he tugs her into his car with the air of an eager puppy.
She asks him where they're going; he smiles. She loves the way he smiles.
**
In her bag are her sketchbook and oil pencils. She draws when the mood strikes. She draws when the sun hangs low over the horizon and the colors spread out from the center of the sky like someone's hand flattening a pancake. She draws when it's raining outside and the tulips she's planted are glossy with wet, each individual droplet of water clear and crystalline against the waxy petals. She draws when she notices that he's not looking, that his hair is messy, that his sleeves are rolled up and his top button is undone. She draws all these things.
She likes to draw him sleeping the best, when his eyelashes are frozen against his cheek, his breath coming long and deep against her skin, and the sheets tangled around his waist, their feet. She wants to capture everything she loves about him in one singular image, and it's frustrating her that it's a nigh impossible task. She wants to capture him because he's inexplicably beautiful, because his limbs are warm and his palms are soft, because he makes her dinner and takes her on walks, because he kisses her like breathing.
**
He keeps the windows rolled down on the highways, and she laughs into the wind when it whips past her hair and he sees it stream back in a flutter of wound curls. She has her bare feet propped up on the dashboard, and she's tapping her toes against the edge of her door to the beat of whatever song's on. He can't hear her humming, but he sees the way her head bounces and her eyes are closed and he thinks that he can feel the vibrations in his bones.
Interlude: A Study in Love