Sad City

A/N: so there's no fanfiction on here about the office or anything...so I decided to contribute I guess. There needs to be more! i love these two actors together. they have perfect chemistry! Ok anyways, this takes place after The Office has ended...

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There were times when he really wanted to kiss her, wanted to lean forward and brush his lips against hers, to vaguely sense her fingertips flutter at the base of his neck, to hear her exhale softly through her nose and to feel that hot breath against his cheeks.

He would look down and her and it would be like something slammed into his gut; a cold smack in the face for not loving that girl when he could have.

If he hadent gotten everything mixed up, he could have made her his and they could have done every cheezy-sappy activity a hollywood couple could have done.He could have had the permission kiss her without a script and he could have made love to her, they could have eaten cheddar Goldfish right out of the bag and drink cheep red whine wile watching F•R•I•E•N•D•S• at 3 in the morning, could have been speeding down the streets of downtown LA while the sticky California wind sting their faces and bands he's never heard of play loudly from her iPod.

Except now he only has the privilege to let his stupid decisions chew and bubble inside his gut while Jim Halpert emotions play out in John Krasinski's head, he has to sit and watch jenna love a man while he bites the inside of his cheek wondering what could have been and if he really loves the woman he's married to.

But there was one time when they were together, their spouses off someplace far, and he really kissed her. He doesn't remember why he did or what exactly they were doing, though he can destinctly recall the faint smell of liquor on his clothes and her bright eyes set against her soft skin.

And as soon as Jenna realized what was happening, she tried to enjoy it, really did, because there probably wouldn't be a time she could ever again.

And he smelt of beer and laundry detergent and something else she couldn't quite place because it was most defiantly unique to him, and all she could think about was his hand softly grazing the outside of her thigh. She let her eyes fall closed, but all she could see was the image of her husband and her son and anyone else she would be letting down if they walked in right now. She kissed him harder one last time, as if to rid herself of the guilty thoughts, but it didn't work and she had to pull away.

It took him longer to open his eyes, and when he did, he was staring so deeply into her face that she was wondering if he was really seeing anything at all. Their faces were still so close and she could still feel his lips on hers and could still smell him.

She looked away first.

Jenna knew the tension between then was so thick right now she could cut it with a knife, and she tries to smile to maybe fix the whole shitload of trouble they just got themselves into, but it doesn't help anything, because she could instantly tell John was getting the same guilty feelings she had felt eating inside her just a few seconds ago.

He studies the scuffs on the floor.

His hair falls in his face but doesn't fix it, his shoe is untied but he doesn't tie it, because all he can think about is her and how he wants her close against his chest again, and about his wife back home.

She doesn't notice he's left until the room gets too cold and the longer shadows start casting crooked lines across the hardwood floor. It's then when she realizes a gaping absence in her chest, and she really wants to kiss him again.

She misses her flight back to LA, but her heart is a mess and it's raining outside and what's another day in this sad city anyways.