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i don't recall saying good luck.

Posted: July 8th, 2007, 11:42pm MST

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And the world spins madly on.
From an Upcoming Saddle Creek Release (Studio 60, Harriet/Jordan)

Posted: July 8th, 2007, 8:05pm MST

Tags: studio 60 [edit]

Title: From an Upcoming Saddle Creek Release
For: jainanicole, by way of the 'last kiss' meme
Fandom: Studio 60
Pairing: Harriet/Jordan
Spoilers: through 'Monday'
Rating: PG
Word Count: 484
A/N: I never really got into writing this fandom, but after I got the request, this came to me. I don't know that this is great, so feel free to request something else, jainanicole.

Disclaimer: Not mine! Don't sue.

*

Harriet is still in her last costume of the night when they first kiss. Jordan doesn't have any real problem with this; Harriet was a boozy society lady, not a chicken or Nancy Grace, so she's pretty much just kissing a woman in an evening dress. (For the record, kissing Nancy Grace is pretty terrifying.) Harriet, in hushed voice and with her hand on Jordan's back, asks if she's coming to the after-party.

"I don't know." Jordan cocks an eyebrow. "Maybe we should make our own party."

Harriet laughs, one of those big, infectious laughs that makes Jordan feel like she could fall in love with her. "I'm sorry, honey, but that was lame."

"Yeah," Jordan says. "Maybe the baby's taking all my clever...ish...ness. And my ability to think of proper words. This kid better turn out to be the next Oscar Wilde, or I'll be pissed."

Harriet nods, a smile on her face. "You are so strange."

"In a charming way, though, right?"

Harriet kisses her, which Jordan takes as a yes.

"So," Harriet says. "Are you coming to the after-party?"

"Maybe."

"Okay."

"Okay."

Harriet wordlessly goes about changing, and Jordan is a tad mystified -- as she always is -- by the way Harriet turns her back when she's naked, as if Jordan doesn't know what she looks like without clothes on. It's modesty, maybe, or possibly a way to keep anybody who happens to walk in on this scene from thinking that the two of them actually are sleeping together. Or perhaps it's another bit of proof that this story of theirs (mostly closeted Christian, who is still madly in love with a man who drives her crazy, periodically sleeping with another woman, who is pregnant by a jerk and being almost stalked by... a nice guy? Really, did she just think 'almost stalked' and follow it with the phrase 'nice guy'? She supposes that's the result of dating a lot of creeps and accidentally marrying one.) is tailor-made for a sex farce or a really depressing song.

So... this could go either way.

But Jordan senses that this will not end with the slamming of doors and wacky hijinks. Or even with the slamming of doors and tears. Maybe it will just end, setting the scene for a quietly bittersweet song that's penned and performed by a girl with an acoustic guitar.

Perhaps she's taking this metaphor too far.

But the more complicated her life gets, the more she needs to analyze the almost mess she's found herself in. The more she looks for beginnings and endings and what the future might be. Then Harriet's ready, saying, "Come to the after-party. If you're not up for it, I'll take you home."

Jordan nods as Harriet kisses her again. And as she opens her mouth against Harriet's, the critical part of Jordan's mind wonders if this kiss will be their last.

END
The Guy with the Sad Eyes (TO/30 Rock)

Posted: July 4th, 2007, 12:35am MST

Tags: tobyliz [edit]

Title: The Guy with the Sad Eyes
For: its_shark_week
Fandom: 30 Rock/The Office
Pairings: Toby/Liz, Jack/Liz
Rating: PG
Spoilers: S1 for 30R, S3 for TO
Word Count: 100 + 200 + 200 + 100 + 200 = 800
A/N: When the idea of a 30R/TO crossover was floated, I wrote this. It could be done more awesomely, though. Get on that, internets!

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.

*

Toby doesn't want to go home.

He also doesn't really want to stay in New York, but home seems worse to him than having a couple of drinks at a bar he's never been to before. He came into the city to interview for an open HR position in Manhattan, and he's almost certain he will not get it. It's probably best in the long run, with Sasha and... pretty much just Sasha. But he feels like he can't take Michael anymore, knows he can't continue to pine for a woman who'll never be interested.

But, well. He has his daughter.

*

On the way from the after-party to the after-after-party, Tracy stops at a bar. When he tells Liz Lemon this over the phone, she doesn't understand the point. He can't seem to explain it to her, so he just gives up.

"So, are you coming to the after-after-party, Liz Lemon?"

"I don't know, Tre--"

"See you there!"

It's then that he spots a man sitting alone at a booth. There's something about him that he can't put his finger on. Then it hits him. "I like that dude," he says to Dot Com. "He's got sad eyes."

Dot Com nods.

"Hey, Sad Guy," Tracy yells out. "Want to come to my after-after-party?"

Sad Guy looks up, frowning. "What?"

Tracy beams. "I'm gonna make you a star!"

For some reason, this seems to confuse Sad Guy further. "Um..."

"You're coming to my party," Tracy says. "And you're gonna party like it's 2999. It's going to be all future-isssss-tic."

"It's... it's a theme party?"

"No! It's gonna be the sort of party you're going to have in the future, when party technology is advanced to levels we can't even imagine."

"Sounds good?"

"See! You know what I'm talking about."

"Um... Yeah?"

*

Toby isn't really familiar with Tracy Jordan -- he only saw Fat Bitch because Michael has it in his 'Movie Monday' rotation -- but he's heard that Tracy's... crazy. So on the way to this 'after-after-party,' he worries that it's going to be... dangerous. But it's just a party. Weird, maybe. Not scary.

A woman approaches him. "Hey."

"Hey," he mutters.

"Have we met before?"

Toby shakes his head. "No, I... Tracy picked me up at a bar. Not...not in a sexual way." The woman's frown indicates that she hadn't jumped to such a conclusion. "I'm Toby."

"Liz."

"Want to dance?" he asks. He'll never see this woman again, so he has nothing to lose.

"Sure."

As they dance, he spots a man watching them with an odd mix of jealousy and... fatherly judgment? It's... it's weird. Then the man looks away and starts chatting up a woman who looks to be half his age. That's not so weird, he supposes.

Liz follows his eyes. "That's Jack. My boss."

Though Michael isn't technically his boss, the first question that comes to mind is: "Do you hate him?"

Liz seems only mildly surprised by the inquiry. "I did. But he's... he's not so bad."

*

Liz doesn't understand it, but she kind of likes this guy. He's just one of those guys that you can tell is nice. And she's actually one of those women who likes nice guys. And guys who are periodically nice.

"Toby... you think we could grab dinner sometime?"

"I actually... I don't live here." Toby's frown seems to deepen. "I wasn't expecting that you'd want to see me again."

"Oh," Liz says.

"Maybe we could still--"

"I just got out of a relationship that involved commuting, so." Liz feels pretty bad about something that's not anybody's fault. "I'm sorry."

*

"Who's that man you were talking to?"

"Who?" Liz asks.

"At Tracy's after-after-party," Jack says, using his 'that should've been obvious' voice.

"That was five days ago. What does it matter now?"

"Personal interactions do not cease to have meaning because a few days have passed."

"He's a guy Tracy liked because he has sad eyes. If you want to know what that's about, you'll have to ask Tracy."

"No," Jack says, "I understand what he means. There's something about people with sad eyes, those who never seem to catch a break in this world. You just want to curl up on the couch with them and let them cry on your shoulder."

Liz shrugs. "Or take them to a party."

"Tracy follows different procedure than I do, but I still appreciate the essence of his emotion."

"Anyway. His name's Toby."

"That's... unfortunate. Slightly less so than being named Floyd, I suppose. But still unfortunate."

"It doesn't matter. He's just a guy I talked to at a party. And he lives in another state, so. Not happening."

Jack nods. "Okay." He hesitates. "Lemon..."

"What?"

He hesitates again. "Perhaps I should try to set you up again."

Liz sighs heavily.

END
And I Won't Sleep Tonight (Jack/Liz)

Posted: July 2nd, 2007, 9:53pm MST

Tags: jackliz [edit]

Title: And I Won't Sleep Tonight
For: nothing_hip, week #10: 'Second Chances' by October Fall
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Rating: PG
Spoilers: S1, with direct reference to 'Up All Night'
Word Count: 1,097
Summary: "I can't do this every Valentine's Day."

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tina and NBC, etc. Title is from the aforementioned October Fall song.

*

"I can't do this every Valentine's Day," Liz declares.

This is said more to herself than Jack, as Jack's mostly interested in declaring that he's through with love. "All it does is break your heart. Break it until you forget you have one."

"Well," she says, "I hope this doesn't result in you kicking a puppy."

Jack stops suddenly. "I don't understand your meaning, nor do I think I want to."

"Kicking a puppy is what a heartless guy would do," she explains. She scrapes her heel against the sidewalk and shrugs. He stares at her, frowning slightly. "I can't do this every Valentine's Day," she repeats.

Jack ignores her again, turning his attention to a nearby Learning Annex distribution box. "I will never teach a class there," he says wistfully. He opens it up, takes out a magazine. He flips through it. "I could teach just as well as any of these people." He throws the magazine back inside the yellow box. "I've heard that Donald Trump's lesson plan is not well thought out. I say shame on The Learning Annex for allowing him to be treated as a professor."

He looks more depressed than she's ever seen him, so she tries to say her next words as gently as possible. "Are you mad at love or The Learning Annex?"

"They've both hurt me many times, so who knows?"

"Jack, really, what's going on with you? You call me in the middle of the night and make me meet you at... Where were you at, anyway? It looked like an abandoned building."

"I was attending Bill O'Reilly's Valentine's Day party. He holds it in a different abandoned building every year." Liz gapes at him. "He owns the buildings. The one we were at tonight, he purchased for little more than a dollar." He notices Liz's confused expression and continues on. "He's big on the auction circuit, particularly prison auctions. He has a fine collection of jewelry that's been seized from drug dealers." He pauses. "But that's another story."

"Please don't tell me it." Liz furrows her brow. "So he buys abandoned buildings to hold Valentine's Day parties. He doesn't think the property might be used for something more beneficial than hosting a party once a year?"

"He holds other parties in the buildings."

"That answers nothing, but okay. Come on, Jack... what's going on?"

"I believe I've been very clear."

"You pretty much haven't. Especially about Bill O'Reilly." Liz sighs as Jack falls into silence again. "Well, I guess I should be happy I'm not carrying a prostitute, but... you seem depressed. Depressed in a way that really concerns me. Depressed in a very unamusing way."

"You often find my moments of melancholy funny?"

"Maybe a little, sometimes. You have a certain flair with them, so..."

He sticks out his chest in apparent pride. "Yes," he says. "Yes, I do."

"But this isn't one of those times when you're depressed but not really."

"Or maybe it is. Perhaps I've just temporarily lost my comic timing."

She finds herself almost believing that's the case, probably because that's what she wants to think. "I should really get home," Liz says. "I don't think Paul is nuts about me going out in the middle of the night with a guy. It seems... odd. Especially tonight." She sighs. "I can't do this every Valentine's Day."

"It's only the third in a row," he says, and Liz is relieved that he's finally responding to her point, even if he's doing so in way that pretty much pisses her off.

"It's also the third Valentine's Day since I've known you, so I think you really do have a record of calling me to come out in the middle of the night."

"I've only called you once. The first year Tracy called you, last year my accountant called you." Liz scowls at him, though that falls away with the next thing he says. "And last year wasn't that bad in the end, was it?"

Liz doesn't quite know how to respond, but she's not exactly mad anymore as she thinks of that night -- the first time they slept together -- and the almost happy four months that followed. "Is that what this is about?"

He hesitates. "To an extent." He hesitates again. "I--"

Liz shakes her head. "It just... it didn't work out. We don't work."

He's silent for a moment. His eyes drift back to the Learning Annex box. "Devon is teaching a class in L.A. Not even about television; he's apparently a skilled violinist."

"Okay."

"Who knew that those thieving hands that keep trying to steal my job away could also produce beautiful music?"

Liz shrugs. "Maybe he sucks. And his students are stupid jerks who don't know the difference between good music and really crappy music."

His gaze returns to her. "You always know what to say." He sounds so grateful that she doesn't know whether to be sad or pleased.

"I don't," she says. "I really don't."

And that's when he kisses her.

It occurs to her to pull away, but she finds herself kissing him back. And she doesn't end it as the kiss deepens. Or as he moves his hands to cup her face. Or as his thumb starts to stroke her cheek. Because maybe she is still a little bit smitten with him, and maybe he is the least disastrous of all her disastrous relationships. And maybe she's been settling for Paul, grabbing onto the first relatively uncomplicated man she could find. But when he steps back, she still has the desire to say, "I can't." Because that's what a sensible person would do. Or what a scared person would do. She's often both.

Regardless of this, she just stands there, silently staring at him.

And that's when she kisses him.

It's quicker than his, more tentative, but it's not a goodbye. Thing is, she's not sure what it is. She pulls away and finds herself staring at him again. In a moment, her feelings for Jack become as close to clear as they've ever been to her. But there's nothing she can think of to say, because she never really figured out how to tell Jack she loves him. So she kicks the Learning Annex kiosk.

"Suck it, Trump," she says. "Suck it. Because you suck."

He smiles at her, lets out a laugh, and this time she's not sure which of them initiates the kiss. But when it's over, he takes her hand, and she somehow forgets to think of the word 'can't.'

END
Green and Blue (Grey's, Various)

Posted: July 1st, 2007, 9:56pm MST

Tags: greys anatomy [edit]

Title: Green and Blue
Author: Michelle K.
For: dooooooom
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Meredith/Addison/Derek, Meredith/Addison, Meredith/Derek, Meredith/m, Meredith/Mark
Rating: TV-M
Spoilers: through 'Superstition'
Taboos: threesome, sex in public, one-night stands, sleeping with boss, adultery, exhibitionism
Prompt: She will betray all that she loves.
Word Count: 1,646

Disclaimer: Characters are Shonda's. I make no money off this depressing tale of sex.

*

1.

The first time she and Addison have sex, Derek is watching.

It seems apt; after all, he's been watching them both intently for the past few weeks, flashing awkward smiles and agreeing Yes, we're all friends. Meredith supposes she could make a joke about this, and she almost does. But it catches in the back of her throat, causing her to gasp as she sucks in a breath. Addison gasps in response, mistaking her awkward desperation for flirtation.

At a different time, Meredith thinks she'd find that somewhat charming.

She scrapes her teeth against Addison's nipple as she slips her knee between Addison's legs. Addison grinds herself against Meredith's thigh, grinds desperately until she's shuddering against her.

So, the first time Meredith makes Addison come, she's not really doing anything. But the first time Addison makes her come, she's moving her tongue and pumping her fingers, and Meredith's climaxing so hard that she almost forgets she feels like crying. It's louder than she's ever screamed for Derek, and.

This wouldn't be the first time she's used a threesome as revenge.

She looks at Derek afterward, looks him in the eye for the first time since she and Addison got into bed together. He looks disappointed, maybe a little sad, but he's still ready to fuck his wife.

Derek doesn't fuck her, but she assumes it's not for revenge. It's just that he has a bizarre idea of what it means to be a good husband.

*

2.

She really starts feeling bad about her one-night stands when she stops asking their names. It starts feeling dirty and a little bit horrible when doesn't even make it to bed with half of them. One -- who is old enough to be her father, and she'd be lying if she said she doesn't blame her daddy issues for that -- fucks her against the kitchen table. Another on the living room floor. The last stranger she has sex with, she doesn't even take back to her place, letting him fuck her in the backseat of his car with the door open. She knows her knees will be scraped, can hear, see people walking by. Can I be next? laughs one guy, and she almost says yes.

That's the first time she really feels like a whore.

But she gets off twice. So, that's...

She can't sleep with strangers anymore.

*

3.

Meredith starts seeing a therapist, but she barely tells her anything.

But, you know. She has the option to be truthful with someone. At some point. Could one day say, Here are all the things that are wrong with me. That's more calming than she would have imagined.

*

4.

"I don't think we should do this here," Addison says. "Wait, why are we doing this?"

She finds it interesting that Addison only stopped to ask this question after Meredith had started to pull down her panties. "Because I didn't... you know. I didn't really try."

"You're paying me back for an orgasm that happened months ago?"

"Isn't that what friends are for?" she replies, finally getting to make her joke.

It's not very funny, but. At least she doesn't feel on the verge of tears.

Meredith slides to her knees, hoping that Derek comes into the on-call room. But she's not sure what she wants to happen after that.

*

5.

"I don't think you like yourself much."

After six weeks, Meredith is surprised that this is the best her therapist can come up.

*

6.

"We shouldn't do this anymore," Addison says.

Meredith agrees, since she's given up on Derek ever finding out about it.

She's a terrible person, but. So are a lot of people she knows.

*

7.

She propositions her therapist just to have an excuse to quit. There's a discussion of transference. And a referral, but it doesn't matter. Talking doesn't help, and it never will.

That night, she begs Derek to love her again. I'm falling apart, she repeats until she's literally on her knees. She goes for his zipper, but he stops her. He joins her on the floor, curls his fingers around her wrists.

"I never stopped," he says. "I swear."

It feels so strangely romantic, even when they awkwardly fuck on the floor with most of their clothes on. He still loves her. He never stopped. It's going to be okay. They're going to be okay. She's going to learn to be okay.

But the thing is, he doesn't leave his wife the day after. Or the day after that. Or the weeks after that. He keeps fucking her; fucks her in the hospital, in his car, in the bed he still shares with Addison. It feels so strange to have Derek treat her like a whore.

The one time she cries during sex, he doesn't notice.

In his defense, she does it quietly.

When he finally asks Addison for a divorce, it feels a little empty.

*

8.

Derek kisses her shoulder, tells her how much he loves her. She pretends that she's just waking up as she turns around to face him. She puts her arms around him, thinks, Why aren't you the one I want anymore? Why didn't you save me?

She supposes she should be trying to save herself, but. She's never succeeded before, so she pretty much needs someone else, doesn't she?

*

9.

Mark is back in Seattle, working at Seattle Grace, and trying to win Addison back. He goes about the last part with such brashness that it makes Meredith feel bad for him.

"He should just take her back to New York," Derek says, as if he's still innocent enough to be righteous. "Then I wouldn't have to see either of them."

"He can't take her back anywhere," Meredith says. "If she's done with him--"

"It doesn't really matter. She can go to Paris, she can go to New York on her own. I just don't want to see them every day. Sort of defeats the purpose of a fresh start." He smiles at her. "It's a good thing I have you. Otherwise, I'd forget I have a future."

"I'm sure you'd remember. Eventually." She says it sweetly enough that even she forgets that she's bitter.

"But it's easier with you," he says. "You cut out the work."

"Uh huh."

That night, he doesn't make her come.

*

10.

"You don't look very happy," Mark says, about halfway through the day she spends assisting him.

"Oh. Did you remember me as looking happy?"

"Of course," he says. "That's why you were my favorite out of all the mistresses I've met."

Meredith smiles a little. "I was your favorite, huh? Unfortunately, I've met mistresses I like better than you."

"Man, here I was, thinking we'd connected. You've deeply wounded me."

"I'll try to make it up to you," Meredith says. "We mistresses should stick together."

"See," he says, grin widening, "that's what I've been saying all along."

*

11.

She asks Mark out for a drink about a week after Derek pretends to stop obsessing about Mark and Addison's continued presence in Seattle.

"You think Derek would be okay with that?" Mark says.

She sucks in a breath. "Probably not. Okay, so... there's no probably."

"So, what's the story?"

"Story?"

"Why do you want to have a drink with your boyfriend's mortal enemy?"

She lets out a laugh. "That's a bit of an overstatement, isn't it?"

"Probably not," he says, but he's smiling. "Really, what's the story?"

"There is none," she says.

Of course there is, but. She's not going to tell him that she hasn't given up on hating Derek more than she loves him. Revenge is so much better when it's treated as happenstance.

*

12.

After her third beer, she gives Mark a messy kiss. He pushes her away, says, "I think I'm done sleeping with women who've slept with Derek. Sorry."

"He doesn't have to know," Meredith says. "It's just some... fun. Some fun sex."

"You don't look very happy."

"You've said that before." She smiles weakly. "Maybe I don't look happy because we're not having sex yet."

"I don't know," he says. "A lot of women have said their happiness decreased substantially after sleeping with me."

"Is that something you want to admit? Might hurt your reputation."

"I trust you to keep a secret."

"Please," she whispers into his ear. "Please."

He kisses her cheek before he kisses her mouth. "Should we--"

"Let's go back to my house, okay?" He doesn't say anything. "Okay."

*

13.

They make it to the bed. The first time they fuck, she's on top, moving so hard and fast against him that it hurts a little. The second time, he's on top of her. His hands on her hips, he thrusts harder than she could've managed. But it feels better this time, because she's wetter and his cock is hitting just the right spot, and. Yes.

But the moment when it starts to feel really good? Is when Derek walks in.

There's something about his face, how he looks crestfallen but on the verge of arousal (that's how he seemed when he was watching Addison fuck her, too, but she supposes he liked that more), that makes her muscles tighten around Mark's cock.

"Don't stop," she tells him, and it takes him a moment to notice that he has a reason to.

But he doesn't stop. Derek leaves.

And she climaxes, fingers twisting around her sheets. He's still hard, still halfway inside her when he asks, "Did you know he was coming over?"

"Yeah," she says. "Do I still look sad?"

"I'd say so," he says.

"Well." She exhales. "Give me time."

He pushes back inside her, filling her again, and. This is just another mistake.

But at least she knows his name and has no illusions about who he is. That's...

That's something.

END
Ready to Not Say No (Pam/Karen)

Posted: June 28th, 2007, 8:30pm MST

Tags: the office [edit]

Title: Ready to Not Say No
For: office500, Week #5: Mistake
Fandom: The Office
Pairing: Pam/Karen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,020
Spoilers: through 'A Benihana Christmas'
Summary: Seven times Pam felt guilty in Karen's presence.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Please don't sue.

*

1.

Karen is one of the last people to get up and sing. She chooses "The Edge of Seventeen," putting a fist up in the air at every 'whoo' and saying seventeen with an almost growl.

There's something about it -- the passion, the humor, the fact that Karen has a nice voice, or all of the above -- that makes Pam happy they're friends now.

Jim gives her a standing ovation when she's done, and Pam feels a twinge of jealousy that makes her feel terrible about herself. As they high-five in celebration of her triumph, Pam looks down at her hands.

2.

They go out drinking one night, and Pam tells Karen every Jim story she can manage to think of while her mind is clouded with alcohol. (She leaves out Casino Night entirely. For her, every moment of that evening leads to I'm in love with you and what Pam now considers her biggest mistake.) During one of her giggle fits, Pam catches Karen staring seriously at her.

"Nothing," Karen says before Pam asks.

She worries that she's been overly transparent; that the mix of joy and regret will always be etched on her face when she lets herself talk about Jim for too long. But at the end of the night, Karen kisses her on the corner of her mouth. She doesn't say it was an accident. Pam's heart skips a beat, and she uses the drinking as an excuse.

At least it fits this time.

3.

The second time Karen kisses her, they're both sober.

Pam doesn't think of Jim until she finds herself saying, "I can't."

"I know. Neither can I. I just... I'm sorry."

Karen leaves in a rush. Pam doesn't finish watching The Departed. Karen's the one who wanted to see it.

4.

"I moved here for him," Karen says. "I moved here for *him*. I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"

"This... is this weird for you?"

"Because Jim and I are friends?"

"And you're comforting the girl he just dumped."

"You're my friend, too," Pam says.

Karen doesn't smile.

5.

The third time Karen kisses her, Pam almost forgets that this isn't supposed to be something she wants. So Pam doesn't stop her; she's spent too much time thinking about the past and obligations and Jim and Roy, and making mistakes by standing still instead of pushing forward. Karen undoes the buttons of Pam's blouse, and without stopping, she asks, "Am I going too fast?"

"No," Pam lies.

6.

Karen's done this before. It's not something Pam knows by instinct; she was told. But she supposes she would've figured it out from the assured way Karen touches her, how she doesn't hesitate to move her mouth between Pam's parted legs. In the moment that Karen's tongue first brushes over her clit, it occurs to Pam that Karen has a history, a whole life, that Pam's never bothered to ask about because she's been too busy talking about Jim and trying to make Karen's life in Scranton more comfortable.

She's still not certain she's going to ask.

Then Karen's fingers are inside her, keep moving inside her until she comes.

Afterward, Pam lies still. "I don't know if I..." she says. "Not now, I mean--"

"You don't have to," Karen says, "if you're not ready."

There's something chilly in Karen's tone, but then she kisses Pam's palm and caresses the underside of her arm, and Pam thinks that she herself is still the one with the problem.

7.

The first thing Pam does when she wakes up is apologize.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Karen says. Her hair is wild against the pillow. "Totally."

Karen looks at her for a moment too long and leaves the bed. The bathroom door is left slightly ajar, and Pam finds herself staring at the fragment of artificial light that peeks out. Curling her fingers around the comforter, she listens to the sound of the shower mixing with Karen's singing.

When Karen emerges, bathrobe wrapped around her, Pam apologizes again.

Karen frowns. "Stop--"

"Come here," Pam says. Her voice cracks at the end.

"Pam, you really don't have to."

"You don't know what I'm asking you to the bed for." Pam smiles, and she almost feels it. "I might just want to... I don't know."

Pam sits up and reaches out, and Karen takes her hand. Pam undoes the sash of the robe, then pushes the garment down Karen's shoulders. She glances over Karen's body, wondering if she's even ogling properly. Karen lets out a half-sigh and pulls down the sheets that Pam had pulled up over her breasts. Pam moves closer to Karen, licking her lips before she kisses her. Karen also advances, pressing her body against Pam's. Her skin is warm, wetness still clinging to it; wetness that Pam hesitantly licks off as she kisses her way down Karen's neck. Moving her mouth to Karen's chest, she cups her breasts and listens to Karen moan. Karen seems overly grateful for the contact, and it makes Pam want to fall in love with her; then they can just make each other feel better about themselves, and maybe Pam can finally be happy.

Pam moves her hand between Karen's legs because she thinks that's something she could do without a ton of instruction. She slips a finger inside her, feels Karen's arousal against her skin.

"I was thinking of you in the shower," Karen says.

Pam's mind doesn't know how to respond, but her body does, sending a pulse of desire to her sex. She kisses Karen with more hunger than she believes she's in possession of.

"I'm glad I didn't have to wait too long for the real thing," Karen adds with a smile.

Pam feels herself reacting to that, too, letting out a moan as she starts to move her fingers. She moves her other hand to one of Karen's breasts, tentativeness gone from her touch. Karen lets out a breath that turns into Pam's name, and then turns into a groan. It feels so good, and then Pam's mind is catching up with her body, telling her that this could be what she wants.

She kisses Karen's chin and thinks, Maybe this will be okay, after all. Then: Please let this be okay.

END
Now You Know It's Time (Pam/Karen)

Posted: June 23rd, 2007, 3:24pm MST

Tags: the office [edit]

Title: Now You Know It's Time
For: sakuracorr, by way of the 'last kiss' meme
Fandom: The Office
Pairing: Pam/Karen
Spoilers: through 'The Job'
Rating: PG
Word Count: 539
Summary: Initially, Karen didn't want to participate in the reunion show.

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Title is from a Mandy Moore song, "Looking Forward to Looking Back." (Don't make fun of me!) And please don't sue.

*

Initially, Karen didn't want to participate in the reunion show. (The reasons for this should be obvious.) But her friends talked her into it on the premise that she had to show the world how awesome she is.

("You know I love you," Denise said, "but they made you look like a bore or a bitch on that show, especially near the end."

"They could edit out my awesomeness once again," Karen replied.)

Now, right about to go ahead with it, she's really wishing she hadn't let herself get talked into this. Because there's Jim and Pam, plus a bunch of people who didn't break her heart but nonetheless fail to spark pleasant memories. And they're all stuck in a greenroom, preparing to face a crowd of people who probably want to ask Karen questions like, "Why do you suck so much?"

This was such a bad idea. And it feels like an even worse one as she sees Pam walking toward her. Karen looks down, pretending to be really interested in the brownie she took off the table of snacks.

"Hey, Karen."

Karen looks up. "Oh. Hey."

"Can we talk somewhere private?"

Karen almost says no, as refusing such a conversation would probably slightly cut down on the awkwardness of the day. But: "Sure."

They go into the ladies' room. Pam locks the door behind them, and Karen raises an eyebrow.

"What exactly are we going to do in here?"

"We have to talk about... you know. You have to know."

Karen actually doesn't. There's a lot they could discuss. "I really don't."

"You're... you're not going to say anything about us, are you?"

"You're worried I'm going to tell people I slept with the girl my ex-boyfriend loves, while I was still dating said ex? I'm only here to make people think I'm not a horrendous bitch, so. No." There's a silence, and Pam doesn't go for the door. "There's something else?"

Pam hesitates. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. For not telling you about my history with Jim, for pretending nothing ever happened between us, for never talking to you after you left. For not being honest with you, really. You deserved better, and I should have told you that a long time ago."

Even though Karen already knew that, hearing it from Pam makes her smile. Makes her remember why she liked Pam to begin with. "Wow, so you don't hate me."

"No," Pam says. "I don't."

Without thinking, Karen pulls Pam in for a kiss. Pam doesn't respond at first, but then her mouth is opening against Karen's and Karen's cupping Pam's face and remembering the time when things were only mildly complicated instead of horrendously so. Pam pulls away slowly, as if she's dazed. Karen is, too.

"I'm sorry," Karen says, at the same time Pam says, "I'm still with Jim."

"I know," Karen says. "I know. That was a goodbye. We didn't really get a goodbye."

Pam smiles imperceptibly, until it turns into something real and warm. "We didn't. Goodbye, Karen."

There's a knock at the door. Jim's telling them that they have to go on stage soon.

Karen takes a deep breath. She feels okay about this. She really does.

END
We're Like a Question Mark (30 Rock, Jack/Liz)

Posted: June 22nd, 2007, 7:01pm MST

Tags: jackliz [edit]

Title: We're Like a Question Mark
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Rating: PG
Spoilers: S1
Word Count: 558
Summary: The first time they kiss, Liz isn't expecting it.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.

*

The first time they kiss, Liz isn't expecting it. Jack doesn't seem to be expecting it, either; when he pulls away, he looks incredibly puzzled.

"I kissed you." It almost sounds like a question.

Liz nods. "Yeah. I noticed."

"You kissed me back." He pauses. "Are we drunk?"

"It's ten in the morning, so I hope not."

Then he's kissing her again as his arms wrap around her, and how did this happen? She was saying something about how he keeps picking women who aren't good enough for him; that it's a shame because he's really a great guy, basically, and then... Well, she supposes that could be interpreted by Jack as proof that Phoebe was right about her having a thing for him. Or would have been right if Phoebe was serious, which she wasn't. She just was -– and probably still is –- a jerk. A jerk who wanted to make Liz look like a liar.

Point is: those comments are the sort of thing that might make a person think Liz is into Jack.

But that doesn't explain why he's kissing her. Or why she's kissing him back.

Well, maybe it's not that mysterious, if she thinks about it. But she is kind of losing the ability to think the longer this goes on.

Resting her hands on his chest, she pulls back. "What are we doing, Jack?"

"You know perfectly well what we're doing." He stops suddenly. "Wait, you have... you're not--"

"A virgin?" Her eyes widen in surprise. "You know I've had boyfriends. You've met a couple of them."

"I'm perfectly aware of what I know. But the Floydster never did talk about his sex life, and I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't have the stomach to make love to Dennis. So it's entirely possible you could be waiting for marriage to finally experience all that carnality has to offer. Or you could be one of those women who has 'reclaimed' her virginity for some bizarre reason." He frowns. "Those women scare me, Lemon."

"They scare me, too."

He smiles at her, seemingly charmed by this. It's kind of weird, but then he's kissing her again, and. Wow. He can really just keep kissing. He must have a better breathing technique than her because, man.

But the size of Jack's lungs is pretty much not the point here.

"I can't do this," she says, surprising herself by adding, "now."

"Nor can I. I'm meeting Sean Hannity for brunch."

"Tell him I said, 'Bite me.'"

"I will do no such thing. If you want Sean to bite you, you'll have to communicate that message yourself."

"So... can I have his phone number?"

His face is somber until it's not. A slight mischievous grin curls his lips, and he looks kind of very cute. "Only if you don't tell him I gave it to you."

This time, she kisses him.

Really, what the hell?

Finally, they pull away from each other at exactly the same moment.

"I have to go," she reiterates. "Like, really."

"I understand. Tonight, then?"

"Yeah," she says. There's no hesitation, and. Seriously, how did this happen? "Yeah."

"It's a date."

"Uh. Yeah."

The next time they kiss is several hours later, and Liz still doesn't really know what's going on.

But, honestly, she kind of likes where it's headed.

END
When Your Mind's Made Up (Izzie/Addison)

Posted: June 17th, 2007, 5:26pm MST

Tags: greys anatomy [edit]

Title: When Your Mind's Made Up
For: minttown1, by way of the 'last kiss' meme
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Izzie/Addison
Spoilers: through 'Didn't We Almost Have It All?'
Rating: PG
Word Count: 346

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. Title is also that of a Glen Hansard/Marketa Irglova song.

*

When Addison makes the decision to leave -- and never look back, because trying to hold onto the past is at least partially responsible for screwing up her life -- she makes a list of people she owes an explanation to. She informs Derek that he can have Seattle, after all. Tells Meredith that she doesn't hate her, since that is something she feels she should have told Meredith while she was lucid. Takes Mark out for one last drink, lets him hold onto her for a little too long before she says, "Promise not to follow me." He laughs, but it's not very convincing. Nothing is said to Alex, as she feels they've already said their goodbyes.

Then there's Izzie, who's on the list with a question mark. Their relationship was on-and-off, so erratic and secret that the hospital rumor-mill never even began to pick up on it. But Addison ultimately decides to say farewell to her; Izzie was almost a protégé and came even closer to being a friend. So they go to Joe's, get a couple of drinks. Addison says she's moving.

"Why?"

Addison shrugs. "Fresh start. You may have noticed I've run out of options in Seattle."

"Maybe you're not looking hard enough," Izzie says. She laughs sharply and suddenly. "Or maybe I should get out of here, too. You want a roommate? We could move in together. Move in and move on."

Addison opens and closes her mouth a couple of times. "I'm going to admit, Stevens, I'm a little bit lost."

Izzie shakes her head. "I just... I keep falling in love with the wrong people."

Addison is strangely hurt when she realizes Izzie isn't talking about her. "Don't we all."

Outside of Joe's, Izzie kisses her. It's too hard, too sad, even for them. But Addison kisses back until she remembers this is supposed to be goodbye.

"I'm sorry," Addison says, though she's not sure what she's apologizing for.

"Don't be," Izzie says. "I hope you get your fresh start."

"I hope you get yours, too."

Izzie almost smiles.

END
We Won't Get Married ('Cause She Won't Have Me) (Jack/Liz)

Posted: June 17th, 2007, 4:35pm MST

Tags: jackliz [edit]

Title: We Won't Get Married ('Cause She Won't Have Me)
For: tangleofthorns, by way of the 'last kiss' meme
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Jack/Liz
Spoilers: S1
Rating: PG
Word Count: 405

Disclaimer: Characters are Tina's. Title is from 'Branches' by Midlake.

*

Liz is getting married. Though Jack would never admit it to her, he's not surprised.

(Another thing he'll never admit: he wishes it would've worked out between them.)

"I don't know," she says, "do you really think I should take three weeks off? I'm only getting married."

"Marriage is the most important thing you could ever enter into, save for a marathon or a bake-off." All three have changed his life. "Possibly a presidential race."

"Okay," she says slowly. "Sure. But the show--"

"The show will survive for three weeks. Your staff is capable. Well, some of them are. A couple of them." He frowns as he continues to ponder this issue. "Pete is capable. Mostly." As he watches the panic dance over her face, he decides to move away from the topic of competence. "It's a honeymoon, Lemon. Look forward to it."

"I am looking forward to it," she says.

She genuinely smiles, and he thinks of the time he asked her to marry him. Because there was that smile, that real smile; then a laugh and a muttered, "Very funny."

(It was a bad idea to say he'd have Phil Collins write their wedding song. That does kind of sound like a joke.)

"You should be," he says. "A woman of your age has as much chance of getting married as she does of getting eaten by a bear."

"Yeah, I'm not sure that's true. But I'm glad you think I'm bucking the odds." She pauses. "Is it weird that we're discussing this?"

He stares blankly at her, pretending that their brief affair no longer has relevance. "I don't see why. We're discussing your vacation, essentially, and I am your boss."

"Yeah," she says. "Of course. You know what, I will take the three weeks."

"And not call every hour."

"You can't limit my phone use, so. Ha."

She starts to leave his office, but he stops her by calling out her name. (Her first name, and he's not sure why; he barely called her that when he thought they were in love.)

"You don't have to start calling me Liz," she says. "I'm not changing my name or hyphenating it--"

"Congratulations."

He kisses her cheek, catching the corner of her mouth as she slightly turns her head.

She frowns at him. (Not like an annoyed frown, or a disapproving frown, or a 'you're insane' frown. She just looks sad.) "Thanks."

END

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