WHO: Thor and Pamela WHAT: A meeting of minds and a question WHEN: Recently WARNINGS: Fluffy as fluffy can be, and a little mention of adult situations. STATUS: Closed and Complete.
Thor smiled as he finished packing the truck, and then moved around to slip in and started off toward where Pamela worked. He knew she was off soon and he was hoping she was free tonight. A night time picnic, with a fire and body heat to make them warm, and good eats, well, it seemed like a good plan.
He liked this plan.
A lot. He drove toward her job and smiled as he thought of just enjoying the evening with her. He didn’t know if anything was happening, but he… he found himself thinking of her sometimes. Distractingly. With all that had happened, he was slow to be ready to think anything more could be going on, but he could wonder, and he could definitely do with more alone time with her.
Arriving at her work, he checked his timepiece, then slid out and headed inside...
***
Pamela had just finished closing out the receipts for the day when the bells on the psychic shop’s door chimed out. “We’re closed!” she called out from behind the register, then the spirits whispered who it was that came in. Pamela straightened, a crooked smile on her face as she turned toward Thor.
“Oh, hey big guy. How’s it hanging?” Her evening was beginning to look up. Thor was fun in all kinds of ways.
***
“Well, if you’re closed, I can take this picnic basket and go home…” His tone was teasing as he stepped closer, eyes on her. He liked the way she smiled, and moved to stroke her hair lightly.
“A little to the left, truthfully, but well. How’re they hanging?” He had learned the slang, but with her, he enjoyed taking the more sexy meaning of the words.
***
Pamela cracked up at that. “Strained and contained in the over the shoulder boulder holder,” she replied in kind. “And if you brought me food you are really not taking it away. I’m done here for the day so you, me and that picnic basket can go anywhere.”
The touch to her hair from Thor never ceased to surprise her. Pamela knew he could bench press a Buick so that light touch was fascinating.
She grabbed up her bag, coat and keys then smiled. “Lead on.”
***
“We should work on freeing them then, at our earliest convenience.” He grinned, liking that he could make her laugh.
“I thought we could have a picnic. You, me, my new truck, and a fire, someplace nice.” The weather was good for it for once, in this odd season.
He led the way out to the truck, stowed the basket again and sent them out into traffic.
“How was the day?”
***
“Play your cards right and you know that’ll happen.” Seriously. Pamela was pretty easy. You kind of only had to respect her and not pick your nose in public for her to release the girls for you.
“That sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all day,” she said as she walked with him. “And I’ve heard some really stupid ones from clients. Like this one girl who said she wanted advice from the spirits about her decision to have a wedding for her dogs. It was everything I could do not to laugh.”
***
“Perfect.” One of the many reasons they got along well, Thor had been like that for a long time himself.
“Oh yeah? Good. “ He chuckled at her shared stories as he opened the truck for her, and helped her up, with a hand very helpfully on her rear. “It sounds like your job is sometimes as silly as it is amazing.”
***
“You can say that again.” If Pamela had eyes she’d roll them. The clients that came for readings were ridiculous, in her opinion, especially since they paid a lot of the money for it.
“So you seem to be doing better,” she said as she turned more to face Thor as he drove. Hopefully he was getting over the two twinkies who couldn’t be stupider if they tried.
***
“I feel better. Sometimes. A lot better when i’m around you.” Which was true. He glanced at her as he settled in his seat more, driving steadily toward their destination.
“Some days are worse than others, but I am working, and I am moving forward with life. And rediscovering me, I think.”
***
Her smile broadened when he said she made it easier for him. Pamela wasn’t a very sentimental type. More than Dean, but not as much as Sam. Still, if she could help someone she always would so she was glad she made things easier for Thor. A sad thunder god rivaled puppy dog eyed Sam for mopiness.
“It’ll get a little easier every day,” she said. “Until one day you don’t need it to get easier.” She knew from experience...including a bad tattoo decision.
***
“I like that. Thank you. You’re a smart cookie.” He liked her smile and her way.
“And a tasty one.” Okay fine, he also liked every other part of her. He grinned as they talked.
“Through all of this, you have been here. Thank you.”
***
Pamela laughed for being called tasty. Thor wasn’t the first one to tell her that. Actually, he and Dean could compare notes on that one, and Pamela would sit there and laugh at them both.
“Hey,” she said as she reached out to put her hand on his forearm. “That’s what friends are for. Anytime you need I’ll be there.”
***
Thor glanced at her as they stopped at a red light heading out of town. “You know. You make me feel… more, sometimes.” He spoke the words softly.
“With all that has happened, I see you around, before, during, after, and… you make me want to talk about… longer.”
***
That was the very last thing Pamela ever thought she’d hear from Thor...or anyone. Her brows shot up before she huffed.
“Me?” The huffe became a chuckle. “You can do a lot better than me, big guy. A lot better.”
***
Thor grunted as he drove. “I’m not so sure of that. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’re wrong, my friend. I have been exposed to many here, good and bad, brave and wise. And there are few, here or elsewhere, who would be better for me than you would be.” He smiled at her as he rounded a corner and pulled off onto a slightly rougher trail he had cut earlier that week.
“I like you. I like spending time with you. I like your sense of humor, your style, your smile. I like the way you move, and the way you talk, both when you’re being loud, and when you are quiet. I like it when you touch me, not just for pleasure, but for comfort, and it feels… good.”
He spoke with solid soft words, full of thought. Yes, he had thought about this, Pamela.
***
It had been a very long time since anyone, especially a guy, wanted to spend time with Pamela for more than a romp in the sheets. She had friends, sure, but not like what Thor was talking about. She was surprised to feel a little panic shoot through her. Insecurity. That she hadn’t felt in a very...very...long time.
Pamela went quiet, her expression hesitant and uncertain. “This is...weird.” Even her chuckle was a bit awkward. “People come to me for guidance to find people like what you’re describing. That person is never...almost as a rule...me.”
***
Thor heard her words and her tone and saw her expression and felt a little panic himself. He drove most of it out of his tone as he spoke softly. “I understand. And I’m not asking you to committ to something tonight, or tomorrow, Pamela. I’m not asking you to make a decision like this now. For true, it’s not something to be started lightly. Tonight is just a picnic, and stars, and us. If you’re still interested.”
He smiled as he pulled the truck to a halt. “I can take you back home, if you’d rather. But no matter what your answer is, I’ll always be your friend true, and willing to share this with you.”
***
“Hey, you said picnic. I’m holding you to that, buster or I’ll tell everyone the son of Odin goes back on a deal.” Pamela smirked as she shook a finger at him. “And I mean everyone. Spirits included.”
Then she put her hand back on his arm. Her smile softened, but that nervousness was still there. “I think you’ve noticed I’m not exactly what you’d call monogamous. It’s been a real long time since that was part of my vocabulary. Everyone that’s come through my bedroom door has walked right back out no more than two days later. No one stays. No one wants to stay.”
***
Thor chuckled. “We can’t have that, can we?”
And he nodded to her words. “Well, now you’ve met someone who wants to. Again, I am not putting pressure on you, but that is something I would like to explore with you. Monogamy. It’s not… been my way most of my life, but you inspire dreams, and thoughts in me.”
He unbuckled his belt. “Now come on, let’s grab the things and get up the hill here, and enjoy some home cooked food.”
***
Pamela couldn’t see the nod, but she heard it in Thor’s words. Her fingers tightened against his arm as she offered him a smile. “Never been anyone’s inspiration, but if you start singing Chicago at me I am walking away.”
She chuckled, then went serious. “I’m not saying no. I’m saying...I’m willing to see what you have to offer. But I need to take it slow. And I want real dates. Dress up and go out stuff. Not just a picnic in the park.” She smirked.
***
“I do not know this Chicago song, but I will remember that.” He listened to her words, hope dawning. “Of course. Thank you. And I can do that, even if I may need your help to plan them. I… have never dated before.”
He chuckled, and led the way out of the truck, then up the hill.
He felt hope. She had not called him names or run away. She had not shut the door, and that was all he had hoped for.
Now he just had to make it worth her while to stay.
***
“Oh I am full of advice,” Pamela said wryly. “Or haven’t you noticed what I do for a living as well as be a nosy bitch?” She grinned.
Normally, she wouldn’t take help from anyone, but she linked her arm through Thor’s. If they were going to do this she had to open a little herself.