jam oneshots | for the soul~

the grocery store.

I got this idea randomly when I went to the shop lol
set in season 2
also wank means jerking off lmao im the perfect British translator
k bye

Over the weekend, Pam had had to go to the store for some supplies. She would have got her stuff on Thursday, but Michael had made her stay late to organize his Star Wars figurines. She sighed, thinking about it.

She grabbed her usual items then went over to the sanitary area. She chewed her lip as she noticed that the tampons were out of her reach. She scowled. Of course, they had to put them out of reach- life would be too easy for her then. With a blush, she leaned up and tried to grab them, and yet her fingers merely brushed against the packet. "Shit," she murmured. "I can't reach..."

"Pam?"

She turned to see Jim, smiling widely down at her. "Hi there. I didn't expect to see you here, but it's pleasant, nonetheless."

"Hey, Jim, it's really nice to see you too. I don't see you a lot outside hours, do I? We should really hang out more." She beamed, and noticed a blush spread across his cheeks, yet chose to ignore it.

He glanced at her basket. Inside were some eggs, fruit, vegetables and various other things. He'd only got some alcohol so far. Pam noticed this. "Oh, um, yes, Mark asked for it. I think he's just been broken up with, you see, s-so..."

"You don't have to explain it," she said gently. "What are you doing in this section, anyway?"

"Ah, uh, I needed to get more lotion." Pam raised her eyebrows with a grin when he said this. "And why is that, Jim?" He swallowed harshly and sighed. "Mark. I think not having a girlfriend is taking its toll on him," Jim made a suggestive motion, making her laugh. "Wow, of course."

"It's pretty disgusting, but I'm scared he's gonna wank on my stuff and shove my objects up his butt if I don't get him this lotion." He chuckled. "Actually, that was probably too much information, sorry." Pam smiled. "It's cool, I guess."

"What about you?" He asked. "What are you doing in this area, I mean,"

"Oh." She went completely red. "I, erm, well...Jim, I...can I ask you a favor please?" He smiled and nodded. "What is it?" He shifted his basket in his hands. "Can...oh gosh, this is embarrassing..." she mumbled. "It's fine, I can handle it. Now, what is it?" His voice was gentle.

"C-Can you, uh, get those tampons for me, please? T-The one in the blue packaging...because I can't reach them..." she averted his gaze immediately, bright crimson. "Oh, uh...sure thing." He grabbed the package, then handed them to her. "These the ones?"

"Y-Yes," she took them swiftly and popped them in the basket then looked at him. He was a bit pink, but still smiling. "Is that all you need?" He asked with a chuckle. "I don't mind helping, of course, but I've got to get back to Mark soon."

"Aren't you...embarrassed?" She asked quietly, ignoring his question. "About what?" He asked softly. "You know...the, uh...tampons..." She instantly regrets saying it when his smile disappears. "Not really, no...why would I be? It's natural. A lot of women have periods...God, I sound like Dwight, but, uh, it's true. I don't think there's anything to really be embarrassed about," he says, but his face is bright red along with hers.

"But, long story short, no, I'm not embarrassed." He rubbed his red neck. "So. If that's all you need, then, I guess I'll see you on Monday?" Jim swiftly turned around and tried to leave, but Pam grabbed his arm and pulled him back in her direction gently. "Hey, Jim?"

He reluctantly turned to face her. "Y-Yes?"

"Thanks for your help," she leaned up and kissed his cheek, before smiling at him. Jim's face was even redder than now. "Y-You're welcome," he shared the smile. "See you at work, Beesly?"

"Sounds good," she gushed, before shooting him a final smile and leaving. Jim beamed, still feeling her lips on his cheek, then left too, still thinking about her. For once in his life, Jim couldn't wait until Monday.