Jim And Pam Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Jim’s ecstatic voice cut through the silence between us. He came running toward the sidelines, his face flushed red from running, his messy hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He was grinning from ear to ear, looking up excitedly to find his parents, expecting to be swept up in a joyous, shared hug. But as his cleats hit the grass near us, his running slowed to a walk. His bright, innocent eyes darted between the two of us. Damon and I were standing several feet apart. The space between us was an ocean. The happiness faded from Jim's face, replaced by confused disappointment that broke my heart into a million pieces.

He furthermore went on to say without any form of shame at all. "And then, we shall be wed." He told her, then planted a youthful kiss on her thin lips, sealing their evil deed. *Thunder* "I think it shall rain, let's retire back into the mansion." He offered, taking her by the glove, leading her towards the brightly lit house. I stood in place unable to move or digest the shock I had just received. The memories flashed before my mind, painful flashes compromising of my father and mother forcing me into this alliance. The images of all my medical books burnt to ashes along with my dreams all skimmed across my eyes.

I whispered back, fingers playing with the back of his hair. Boston ghosted his lips across mine, teasing me with crumbs when I wanted the whole enchilada. His hands pressed my hips closer and I forgot where we were. “All right, break it up, you two,” Pam’s voice cut through our moment. Boston dropped his forehead to mine and whispered, “We really should find jobs away from my family.” I giggled and stepped back. Pam was my boss, after all. She stood in the doorway with a big grin on her face, the little minx. She was delighted we were together. She’d already been turning her matchmaking skills on her other sons.

After lunch, we had some time to kill before Jim needed to get to the airport to fly back to Indy. Hand in hand, we walked the few blocks from the pizza place to his hotel, going up to his room for the sole purpose of having sex. In any other situation, this would have been weird. Tense. Embarrassing maybe. But not with Jim. Things change the moment we take our clothes off, and there’s no awkwardness. No hesitation or waiting to see if Jim is going to tell me what’s on his mind. He’s very open and even more personal. We’re amazing together, making me feel bad for doubting the validity in the sex scenes I’ve read about in romance novels. It is possible to have multiple orgasms, and I think J

I sat up, smoothing down my hair, hoping that it didn’t look like we’d been fooling around for the last hour. Liam laughed and pulled me back down on the couch with him. “Jake can handle this. Come on, he has to get used to it eventually. He’s going to see us kiss from time to time,” he said, chuckling against my neck. I smiled as I weaved my fingers into his hair, I heard the front door open and Liam snapped his head up to look, a small smile playing on the edge of his lips. I actually think he was enjoying teasing Jake. “Oh come on, guys! Seriously, what did I say this morning about PDA’s?” Jake whined, slinging his keys on the table.

Every single time I get intimate with my boyfriend, Lyle Holloway, I notice he always changes the bedsheets afterward. After a frenzied release, I can't help but ask him about it. Lyle gently twirls a strand of my hair around his finger and smiles tenderly. "Of course it's because your best friend sweats buckets. Every time before I do it with you, she gets jealous and insists on going first. Ever since I met her, I've realized that women really are made of water." His response catches me off guard, and I stare at him in utter disbelief. "What did you just say?" He stubs out his cigarette, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Grace, your mom was tortured to death in bed by your dad, not by

I head to the bathroom and sigh as I think how destroyed Pam was in the hall begging to work. Fuck we need to go through all our members because missing wolves in need wasn't good. Sebastian mind links that Susan stole Pam's money and he took it back before he said she was skimming off of every job she ever worked before cutting our link. That bitch made a woman work herself almost to death. I sigh as I hop in the shower to wash today away. Pam pov

Pam nudged the guy who’d led the charge to reach us. Oh, hell fucking no. I am nobody’s second choice. I was willing to play wingwoman for Pam, but this isn’t happening. I arched my brow at her, hoping she’d somehow pick up on my telepathic communication that I didn’t want anything to do with this setup. Either she got the memo and didn’t care or was clueless as she put an arm around my shoulders to bring me closer to Jamie. “Uh, yeah. If I was into Koreans.” Jamie muttered.

“God you are so beautiful. I think I fell in love with you through Fiana or something. When you got on line that night I wanted, more than anything, to talk to you. Not Fiana, but you. I wanted to get to know you. I hungered to get to know you. So, I offered the free lesson; hoping that maybe, just maybe, you would be interested. As luck would have it... well... Okay, anyway, you know the rest.” “I need a drink or something,” Pam said as she held her throat for emphasis. “When we came here that night, I had no intention of doing anything, really. It just happened. I mean, who would have thought you would even want to? But... anyway... remember when you asked me if I lived alone? I answered..

She tries to hide it, but days like this I can see the hurt that I've caused her. I'm the reason for this hurt that she feels. It hurts me to see her this way, but there's nothing I can do about this. Once Emma leaves, things may be different here with a pup, but I know Kimberly will grow to love the pup as if it was her owns. It may take a little time, but I'm sure things will slowly go back to the way they once were. We will have our happiness again But until this is over, I'll have to watch the hurt that I've caused her.