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Everything You Want 〜 An Office OU

a/n: I’ve been driven to write a jim x pam fic. I just needed to get this out of my head! Soooo there’s an episode in the third season where Jim and Pam talk on the phone for the first time since he went to the Stamford branch. They get interrupted, and it always bothered me that Pam never just called him back. So that’s really where the “other universe” aspect of this comes from because I have her call him back. What happens after that? Read to find out! Please reblog and leave notes in the tags! I’ve never written for this pairing/fandom before and I want to know what yall think!! Warnings: angst, fluff, smut Words: 11.6K

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When Jim started at Dunder Mifflin three years ago, he never expected to fall in love. He wasn’t quite sure how or why it happened. Maybe it was the bright smile that greeted him. Maybe it was the giggle being hidden by a dainty hand. All he knew was that his heart stopped within five seconds of meeting her. He had never been in love before, but he knew how it felt. Especially when he found out she was spoken for. She was freshly engaged, but he had no idea because she was waiting for her ring to be resized. Jim’s heart sank into his stomach. It hurt, and it hurt badly.

Here was this perfect girl. This girl who he could joke around with. This girl who he could have a real conversation with. This girl who enjoyed being silly and pulling pranks to keep the day interesting. She was taken. Jim was a little confused at first because she hadn’t even mentioned her boyfriend now fiancé. Jim didn’t know he existed until about a three weeks after he started working there.

Roy works in the warehouse. Jim thought that was how he met Pam…at work, but it wasn’t. Pam and Roy have been together since high school. Pam went to college. Roy didn’t. When she graduated, he told her he heard of a position opening up in the building where he works. That’s how she got the receptionist job she currently still has. Jim never understood how people could stay together for so long when you’re that young, especially while in college. He had three different girlfriends while he was in college.

“We actually didn’t get together until my freshman year of college. We knew of each other in high school, but he was a jock, and I…well, I wasn’t exactly a cheerleader.” She laughed while explaining to Jim one day over lunch. “We happened to bump into each other at a party. He had come to visit a friend, and I had a friend who was friends with his friend. We sort of got to talking since he didn’t know many other people. The next weekend he came back to visit so he could ask me out.” She smiled fondly. “We’ve been together ever since.”

As Jim got to know Pam more over time, he couldn’t understand how or why she was with a guy like Roy. The chemistry just didn’t seem fitting. He was never in a good mood when he’d come up to get Pam at the end of the day. Jim chalked it up to Roy doing manual labor all day. He also understood that people were just different at work. You never know what two people are like when they’re alone.

Pam was in a very committed relationship, so Jim tried to just be her friend. He could do that. He was always one of those guys that had a lot of friends that were girls. He wasn’t sure why, but he never complained. They ate lunch together most days. When Dwight started to get on Jim’s nerves, that’s when the pranks started. Pam told Jim of a few ways to get under Dwight’s skin. Jim couldn’t help but pull pranks. He liked making Pam laugh, so messing with Dwight just had to be done.

The days Roy came up to have lunch with the two of them were the worst. It was always awkward. She acted different when Roy was around. She got closed off, wouldn’t talk as much, and she certainly didn’t smile or laugh as much. It baffled Jim because Pam had no problem talking and laughing with him. They never hung out outside of work. Pam didn’t talk about the ins and outs of her relationship. And Jim never really spoke about his personal life. He dated of course. He wasn’t celibate. But as time went on, it just got more and more difficult to date. He compared every girl to Pam. It was miserable.

A stepping stone was when Pam had to drive Roy’s truck into work because Roy was out sick. Now, Jim knew how to drive stick, but when Pam told him about her being able to drive stick, he told her he didn’t know how. So, at lunch, and after work, they got in the truck and Pam “showed” Jim how to drive stick. It was the most fun Jim had had in a long time. He let himself have his little delusions. He let himself think that she’d leave Roy at some point and go out with him.

When a year went by and they hadn’t set a date yet, Jim was beginning to get hopeful. Pam told him they were just taking some time to save up, and that setting a date would be too much pressure. But then another year went by, then another. Three years of being engaged. They had set a date at one point, but they had to move it. Now it’s just TBD. And in those three years, Jim had grown exponentially close with Pam. He spent a lot of time goofing around at her desk, and she had no problem with it. She could be oblivious sometimes. Roy would come up to visit her, and they’d flirt and kiss and be cute. It always made Jim immensely uncomfortable.

Pam couldn’t understand how Jim hadn’t had a serious girlfriend in the time that they’ve known each other. He’s tall, funny, attractive, and has a good job. He’s a total catch. She even mentioned that she had a friend she could set him up with a while back, but he said he was all set. He told her he had been seeing a few different people, that right now just wasn’t a good time for something serious. They hadn’t had another conversation about his love life since.

There were times where Jim thought he was over Pam, that his crush had been squashed. But she always found a way to pull him back in. He had heart eyes for her. He’d run interference for her when Michael was being especially dickish. He never turned her down when she asked him if he wanted to hear some gossip from the meetings she’d sit in on with Michael. They were best friends. Jim was Pam’s best friend, and she felt lucky to be able to say that.

What really bothered Jim was that Pam never had the chance to hang out outside of work unless Roy said it was alright. Jim would invite Pam out for drinks after work, and she’d have to ask Roy first. Pam didn’t talk about it much, but Roy could sometimes have a temper. And Roy could sometimes be controlling. But he took care of her, so she never really minded. She’d stand up to him when she really needed to. She wasn’t afraid to let him know when she was upset with him. It wasn’t a perfect relationship, but what relationship is ever perfect?

When Jim would talk about Pam to his friends, they always asked him what it was about her that drove him crazy. On the physical side, it drove him crazy when she’d sit on the edge of his desk. It wasn’t like she was wearing mini-skirts and thigh-high stockings, but it was just the alluring position she was in. The way he could look up at her. He wouldn’t tell his friends this, but he’s imagined all the ways he could be looing up at her like the way he does at work. Some of those ways involve him on his knees in front of her. Some of those ways involve her on top of him in a precarious position. And not that he’s a pig, but anyone would be an idiot to not notice that Pam has a great set on her. Jim often wonders what types of bras she wears. He often wonders what it be like to be the one to unclasp it, kiss on her shoulder and down her chest until one of her nipples is between his teeth.

On the emotional, mental side of things, Jim would tell his friends that they make each other laugh. He would tell them how smart and curious she is. He would tell them about her art and how talented she is. He would tell them that she’s secretly very good at volleyball, but she doesn’t want Michael to find out because he’d find an excuse to have a staff volleyball game just to see her in a pair of spandex shorts. Jim wouldn’t mind seeing Pam in a tight pair of spandex shorts, but he’d only want to see her like that if it was her choice.

His friends tell him all the time to just go for it, but he doesn’t want to tell Pam how he feels. He wants her to realize she has feelings for him. He’s not going to put himself out there unless he knows for her sure how she feels about him. There are times it feels like she wants to be with him, but other times she can be distant and cold.

The day of the basketball game between the office staff and the warehouse workers is one of the first times Pam feels different when she looks at Jim. She’d never seen him play basketball before. Sure, she’d seen him compete in the various games at the yearly company picnic, but there was something different about him today. He was so confident. She enjoyed watching Roy, of course, but her eyes kept going to Jim like they were magnetized. After he dunked one of the baskets, he smirked and winked at her. They had been talking earlier about whether or not he was actually any good.

She’d never say it to Roy, but Jim was a better player than him. Pam was impressed that Jim was holding his own. Roy is sort of beefy, and Jim is sort of lanky. Pam also kept looking at Jim because he kept pushing his hair out of his face. Normally, someone being sweaty wouldn’t turn her on, but something about Jim working up a sweat was making her feel something. It was making her heart race.

Jim felt like something was happening between them. Every time he and Pam made eye contact her face flushed. His stomach fell out of his ass, though, when he heard Pam say to Roy, “Let’s get you into the tub when we get home,” after he came up to get her later that day. The thought of Roy fucking Pam in their bathtub…it wasn’t a visual that Jim needed. When he showered after work, he imagined what it would be like if Pam was there with him. He imagined how nice it would feel to have her wet, soapy chest pressed up against his, how nice it would feel to have her fingers in his hair, how nice it would feel to have her tongue in his mouth. He wasn’t proud of it, but the orgasm he gave himself in the shower due to those thoughts was sensational. He hated that he whined and whimpered her name. He hated even thinking about her that way. She’s his friend. It’s gross, and he shouldn’t be objectifying her like that. But all he has is his imagination, so what else can he do?

Watching Jim flirt with Katie when she came to sell purses in the office was…interesting to watch. Pam thought about her interactions with Jim, and how he was interacting with Katie, and it seemed awfully similar. Except for when Jim leaned in and whispered something into Katie’s ear, and she giggled. He took her out that night. When Roy initiated some intimate time with Pam later that night, she told him she was too tired.

“You’ve been too tired a lot lately.” He huffed.

“Sorry, Michael’s been running me ragged these last couple of weeks.” She turned to him and smiled softly. “Maybe in the morning? You know how I like it in the morning.”

“Yeah.” He smiled back.

The following Monday, Pam waited until lunch to ask Jim how his date was.

“It was good.” He told her.

“Are you gonna see her again?”

“Yeah, we actually saw each other again on Saturday for breakfast.”

“So, you went out for drinks on Friday, and then you met up again on Saturday morning?” She furrowed her brows as she looked at him.

“It wasn’t exactly a hassle since she spent the night.”

“Oh! I thought you had a roommate.”

“I do.”

“He didn’t mind you having someone sleep on your couch?”

“Pam, Katie didn’t sleep on my couch.” He leaned in to speak a little quieter since others were in the breakroom eating lunch.

“Then where did she…oh. Ohhhh.” She nodded as her cheeks flushed. “Well, good for you.” She gave his shoulder a nudge.

“Um, thanks?” He made one of his classic Jim faces, and continued eating his sandwich. “I’m actually going to her place tomorrow night. We’re gonna have dinner and watch a movie.”

“That’s great, it’s nice that you’re dating again.”

“Again? I never really stopped, I just don’t talk about it often. You know I like to keep that stuff private.”

“Right.” She nodded and took a sip of her water. “If things go well with you two, we could double date sometime.”

“Sure.” He nodded. “Sounds like fun.”

The night of the Dundies was one of the best nights of Jim’s life. Not only did Pam come back after leaving with Roy, but she sat and had dinner with Jim. She had way too much to drink, but Jim was also drinking. They laughed so hard they cried, especially after Pam won her Dundie. She was so excited, that she not only hugged Jim, but she kissed him. She kissed him right on the lips. He was in shock. He took her to the bar after to get her some water. She kept looking at him and giggling. Was she waiting for him to say something?

She seemed to sober up some after her fall. She was going to ask him about their kiss until she remembered that the camera crew was there watching. Even though it was a drunken kiss, it was still a kiss. Jim could work with that. He knew what it felt like to hold her in his arms now. He knew what it felt like to have her lips on his now. Yeah, he could definitely work with that.

He saw Katie sporadically. He liked taking her out on dates. He had fun with her. But he didn’t call her as much after Pam kissed him. He felt bad for picturing Pam whenever he’d kiss Katie. It wasn’t fair to her.

So much happened throughout the year. Pam and Roy finally set a date, which meant Pam was really starting to make wedding plans. The night of the booze cruise he was going to tell her how he felt. He had reached his boiling point, but then Roy announced that he wanted to set the date. Pam had a new pep in her step after that.

It just got more difficult for Jim. It was killing him from the inside out. So, he applied for the open position in Stamford. He got it, of course, but he didn’t tell anyone. He wanted to try one last time with Pam before making his final decision about transferring.

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?” They were standing outside. Roy had just driven away. It was now or never.

“About when you want to give me more of your money?” She grinned.

“No, I…”

“Did you wanna do that now? We can go inside. I’m feeling kinda good tonight.” She smiled brighter, which just broke Jim’s heart more.

“I was just…I’m in love with you.”

“What?” Her whole world just came to a standstill.

“I’m really sorry if that’s weird for you to hear, but I needed you to hear it. Probably not good timing, I know that. I just…” His eyes became glassy. He was fighting off tears.

“What are you doing? What do you expect me to say to that?” Her heart was racing faster than it ever had.

“I just needed you to know. Once.” He takes a step closer to her.

“Well, I um…I…I can’t.”

“Yeah.” He looked off and shook his head.

“You have no idea…”

“Don’t do that.”

“…what your friendship means to me.” She’s fighting off tears too.

“Come on. I don’t wanna do that. I wanna be more than that.” His heart is breaking.

“I can’t. I’m really sorry if you misinterpreted things. It’s probably my fault.” Her heart is breaking.

“Not your fault. I’m sorry I misinterpreted our friendship.”

He walked off, away from her to try to catch his breath. He needed a second to cry and let it out. Pam raced inside the building and up to the office. She felt childish, but she needed to call her mom. She talked to her mom about Jim all the time. She dialed the number, and she told her what happened.

“No, I didn’t know what to say. Yes, I know. I don’t know, Mom, he’s my best friend. Yeah, he’s great. Yeah, I think I am.” Jim came in and made his way over to her. “I have to go. I will.” Pam hung up the phone and stepped toward Jim. “Listen, Jim…”

And that’s when he did it. He cupped her cheeks and he kissed her. It was only for a second, but when he pulled away her hands came flying to his face to keep him in place. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in close. They both tasted salty due to their tears, hints of the alcohol they had consumed an hour prior. They parted when they both needed to breathe. Both of their chests were heaving as they looked at each other.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He told her as he took her hands in his.

“Me too.” She admitted. He leaned back in for more, but she stopped him. “Jim. We can’t.”

“You’re still going to marry him?” All she could do was nod. She couldn’t form words. “Okay.”

He let her go. He let her go both physically and emotionally.

Months went by without contact. Jim announced he was leaving via a memo. It was a classic thing for him to do. He wouldn’t have wanted a going away party. Pam cried for weeks. She called off her wedding. She broke up with Roy. She got her own car and her own apartment. It wasn’t easy. It was the hardest thing she ever had to do. Every day she wanted to call Jim to see how he was doing.

There was one night that Pam had to work late because Michael took his sweet time getting some contracts signed. She was about to leave when the phone rang. She sighed and answered.

“Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam.”

“…hey.” Jim’s voice was as deep and gentle as she remembered.

“Oh my god.”

“Hi, uh…I was calling to leave a message for Kev…fantasy football thing. I forgot his extension, so I was just gonna go through the system.”

“Right.” She nods and sits back down at her desk.

“What are you doing there so late?”

“It was pretzel day.”

“Ah, so Michael didn’t do anything until the last second because he spent the day waiting in line for a sugar-loaded pretzel?”

“Yup.” She chuckles. “You actually would have gotten a kick out of it. The sugar rush he had this afternoon was like nothing I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah? Well, don’t leave me hanging, Beesly.”

She smiled so wide her cheeks hurt. They talked on the phone for almost two hours. She told him all about her new place, and some incident she had putting together a bookshelf. He told her about his new co-workers. She laughed so hard at one of his stories about this guy Andy that she couldn’t breathe.

Their conversation ended abruptly, though, when Dwight and Ryan came back late from their sales call. Jim thought Pam was saying goodbye to him, but really she was saying goodbye to Dwight and Ryan. It was so awkward. When Pam got into her car, she grabbed her cellphone and put in the number Jim had given her for his cell. As she added the contact she realized she could just call him back. They could continue their conversation. It was so nice to hear his voice. She chews on her bottom lip. She thinks about it the whole way home. She changes into her pajamas and puts something on her TV, but she still can’t stop thinking about Jim. Hearing his voice in her ear…she snatches her phone and dials his number.

“Pam?”

“Hi.” She presses her palm to her forehead. “Are you home yet?”

“Uh, yeah, I just got in. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just…we got interrupted before. I wasn’t saying…Ryan and Dwight got back late. They were on a sales call. I…I didn’t want to stop talking to you.” Being this honest and upfront was so hard for her, but she knew she needed to say it.

“You didn’t?”

“No. Did you?”

“No.”

“I really miss you.” She does her best to not let her voice crack. “I know I don’t really have the right to say that to you after everything, but…I do…I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too. But I couldn’t be there anymore, Pam.”

“I know, I understand that.”

“Why did you call off your wedding?”

“There were a lot of reasons. I think I knew for a long time that I shouldn’t be with him, but we were so complacent. I didn’t care enough until you came along. I’ve been reflecting a lot. I thought I’d miss him more, but all I could think about was you. I should have been more brave earlier on. I…I’m so sorry that I hurt you.” She starts crying. “I hated myself for turning you away the way I did.”

“Don’t cry, Pam.” He tells her softly. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” She swallows. “It’s not okay. I…I let myself lead you on. I let you become my work boyfriend because my actual boyfriend didn’t have the mental capacity to fulfill all my needs. I let myself flirt with you, I let you flirt with me. I…let so much happen, and I shouldn’t have. It wasn’t fair to you…it wasn’t fair to anyone.”

“I let myself do a lot of things too. It wasn’t just you. There were times I knew I took things too far. Neither of us made things easy for the other.” He pauses for a beat. “It’s only been three months…I don’t think now is a good time for us.”

“But-“

“No, just…please listen for a second. You’ve been with the same person for a long time. This is the first time you’ve ever really been on your own. I don’t want to be your rebound, and that’s what I’ll be if you jump into something too soon. I want you to take the time to just be with yourself.”

“Can we still talk?”

“Of course we can. I’ve missed the sound of your voice. I hope that’s not weird for me to say.”

“It’s not.” She smiles. “I’ve missed the sound of yours too.”

“Hey, do you wanna switch to our landlines so we don’t eat up our minutes?”

“Yeah! I’m dying to hear more about how terrified you were after Andy freaked out about the jell-o.”

“It was so scary! I had to tell the camera crew not to say anything to him!”

“That’s insane!”

Pam wasn’t sure when she’d see Jim in person. They texted and talked a lot. It felt like old times. On weekends they would talk for hours at night. One night, Jim was regaling Pam of how awful of a player he is at Call of Duty.

“I can’t believe it’s okay for you guys to play a video game as a bonding exercise, but we can’t watch thirty minute installments of movies every Monday.” She rolls her eyes. She’s laying in bed, snuggled up to her waist with blankets.

“Right? Josh gets away with way more shit than Michael. I don’t know how he does it.”

“I get the feeling Josh is much more discrete.”

“He definitely is. He’s an alright boss, but there are times I miss having Michael as a manager.”

“He certainly keeps things interesting.” She yawns and stretches.

“Are you getting tired?”

“No, I was just getting a little more comfortable. It’s weird, I’m not sharing a bed with anyone anymore, and yet I still only sleep on one side of it.”

“I do the same thing. Sleeping in the middle just doesn’t seem right.”

“Exactly! Good, I’m glad I’m not alone in this.”

“Do you usually lay in bed when we talk this late?” Jim can’t believe he’s starting to take things to this place, but he’s curious to see if Pam will catch on. She’s bashful when it comes to these things.

“Yeah, don’t you?”

“Sometimes. It’s kind of cute that you get all cozy in bed before we talk.”

“Don’t tease me.” She whines slightly. “It’s my favorite way to fall asleep.”

“So, you go right to sleep after we say goodnight?”

“Most of the time, yeah. What do you do?”

“Sometimes I go take a shower. Sometimes I go grab a snack, or some water. But other times…”

“Other times…?”

“It’s hard not to think about you after we hang up. You sort of just stay in my mind. And then my mind wanders…”

“To what?” She asks innocently.

“To us. To you being here with me.”

Pam sits up slightly. She can feel her cheeks getting warmer. “What, um, what does your mind wander to us doing together?”

“Do you really wanna know?” Jim sits up slightly as well, plucking at his bottom lip. “Might be too risqué for you Beesly.”

“I’m not a prude.” She laughs. “Just say it Halpert, what do you picture us doing? What would you do if I was there?”

“I’m going to deviate a little, and answer your question with a question of my own.”

“Go for it.”

“When was the last time you had an orgasm?”

“Jesus, Jim.”

“Just answer the question.”

“What does it matter?”

“I’ll tell you after you answer.”

“I…I don’t know. I haven’t done anything since my prior relationship.”

“You haven’t taken care of things yourself?”

“Oh my god.” She sighs and runs a hand down her face. “Not really. I can never…I can never get there on my own, and then I just get frustrated and give up. I know it’s lame that I’m twenty-seven and I can’t even get myself off, but I’ve never really had the time alone before.”

“You do now.”

“That’s…true. I guess I haven’t really thought about it.”

“Do you wanna think about it? I could help.”

“Are…are you asking me if I want to have phone sex with you?”

“I’m asking if you want to have an orgasm. I wanna know what you sound like. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to visit, or when you’ll be able to come here. It’s been driving me crazy for a long time.”

“I’m not really good at talking dirty.”

“That’s okay, you don’t have to say much. Just answer me when I ask you a question, that’s all. Other than that I can just guide you through it.”

“You’re going to tell me how to touch myself? That’s a little arrogant, Halpert.” She smirks. “You think you’re that good?”

“I know I’m that good.”

“Alright, let’s see what you got.”

“You’ll listen?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He lets his eyes drift closed. “Are you comfortable? I want you to lay flat on your back.”

“Okay.” She shifts down in the bed.

“Do you have a spare pillow to put under your hips?”

“Yeah.” She grabs one and puts it where he said. “Done.”

“Close your eyes.”

“Done.”

“Take a deep breath, in and out. Clear your head.” He listens to her as she breathes. “Good, you’re already doing so good, Pam.”

“What now?” She asks with a shaky breath.

“Now I want you to let your hand drift down between your legs, spread them a little. Are you wearing underwear?”

“Yes, should I take them off?”

“No, leave them on for now. Tease yourself over them.”

“Are you touching yourself too?”

“No, we’re focusing on you. Do you feel yourself? Is your underwear wet?”

“Yeah.” She licks her lips as she feels herself. There’s a wet patch where her sex is. She drags a finger up to her clit, still over her underwear, and rubs around it with slow circles.

“Spread your legs a little wider, and slip your hand inside your underwear.” He hears her breath hitch. “How wet are you?”

“I’m…I’m like really wet.”

“Run your fingers between your folds, keep teasing yourself.”

“Tell me…tell me what you would do if you were here.”

“God, I’d…I’d dip the tips of my fingers inside you and drag it up to make sure you’re wet all over. I’d spread you apart and find your clit.”

“What would you do after finding it?”

“Do you really wanna know?”

“Yes.”

“I’d spit down on it and rub it with my thumb while I slip a finger inside of you.” He hears her whimper softly, and it makes his cock twitch. But he’s not touching himself until he’s gotten her off. “How many fingers do you think you could take? You’re probably really tight due to your lack of activity.”

“I am.” She groans. “I’m really tight. I’d…I’d need a second finger.”

“I like to use my index and middle, it makes it easier to keep rubbing you with my thumb. I bet you’d open right up for me. I’d pet your front wall, and I just know you’d tighten back around me.”

“Your hands are so big, it would feel so good.”

He can hear her moving around. He wishes he could see her swiveling her hips while she’s touching herself. He wishes he could see the sweat forming on her forehead. He wishes he could just see her face.

“Are you getting close?”

“Yes.”

“Take your hand away.”

“What?” Her eyes burst open.

“You heard me, take your hand away.”

“D-done. I don’t understand why, though.”

“It feels better when you let it build up. Besides that, I didn’t tell you to come yet. You have to wait until I say.”

“O-okay.”

“Good girl.” He waits to see if she’ll say anything, if she didn’t like that he said that, but she doesn’t. “Okay, you can start touching yourself again. I want you to just focus on your clit. Rub it in tight, little circles.” He hears her moan softly, and it’s music to his ears. “You still wet?”

“Yes, very.” She pants.

“Keep going, pretend it’s my fingers touching you.”

“J-Jim, I-“ Her back is arching and her feet are digging into her mattress.

“Don’t come.”

“But I-“

“Don’t, Pam.” She groans out with frustration, making him chuckle lowly. “Did you stop?”

“Yes.” She huffs.

“Good. Now, go clean yourself up and go to sleep.”

“What?” She sits up and turns her light on. “I thought you wanted me to…to…”

“I changed my mind. You can wait until we’re in person. I don’t want the first time to be over the phone.”

“That’s fair.” She nods.

“Sorry. I’m not trying to be-“

“No, it’s okay. I…I actually kind of feel the same way. It makes sense.” She takes a deep breath. “I’m…I’m gonna, um, go…do what you said.”

“Okay. Goodnight, Pam.”

“Night, Jim.”

These last couple of weeks have been insane. Everyone thought the Scranton branch was shutting down because Michael said it was. Then it turned out that Stamford is closing. Which means some people from Stamford are coming to Scranton. Jim is confirmed as one of the salesmen coming to Scranton. Pam was copied on an email sent to Michael briefing him on who’s joining the Scranton team. Andy and Karen are the other salespeople coming. Jim’s mentioned Karen a couple of times. He admitted that they became good friends, and there were some feelings there, but he assured Pam that he doesn’t want to be with Karen.

On the day of, Pam is downright giddy. Jim needed a couple of days to get settled in his new apartment, so they weren’t able to see each other until his first day back. It’s fitting. They’re starting fresh. One by one, a new person comes strolling in. Michael greets each person in his own special way. Luckily, he’s not by her desk when she sees Jim approaching.

“Hi, I’m Jim, I-“

“Oh my god, it’s really you.” Pam smiles brightly and rushes over to Jim to hug him.

“See, you ruined my bit. I was pretending I’d never been here before.” He looks down at her and melts at the way she’s beaming up at him.

“I know, I don’t care.”

“Jimbo! Look who’s back!” Michael says cheerily. Jim lets go of Pam to greet Michael.

As Jim settles in he notices Ryan sitting where he used to sit. Because Jim’s a nice person, he takes the spot across from Dwight. He won’t be able to steal glances of Pam as easily, but maybe that’s a good thing for right now. He’s about ready to burst, and he needs to keep his composure. He’s been given a promotion. He’s the new number two. He’s also the only one who has worked for both branches, so he knows he needs to be a resource for his Stamford colleagues. As much as he wants to fall back into older patterns with Pam, he doesn’t want to go back to exactly how things were. He’s almost thirty-one, he wants to try to grow up a little.

That lasts all of five seconds, though. Dwight and Andy are two sides of the same coin, and Jim needs to keep that under control. So, he has no choice but to mess with Dwight. Hearing Pam hold in her laughter is also a boost to his ego.

It’s an eventful day. One of the Stamford people has already quit. Michael just isn’t great with onboarding and integrating. Pam and Jim haven’t gotten to talk much since there was so much going on. She has no idea what the plan for tonight is, if there even is one. He finds her in the kitchen later. She’s snacking on her berry yogurt. Jim refills his water bottle.

“Hey.” He says to her.

“Hi.” She says back.

“Are you free for dinner tonight?”

“I believe so.” She licks the yogurt off her spoon, sending a shiver down Jim’s spine. Whether it was intentional or not, that was hot.

“I was thinking we could go out after work.”

“Sure.” She nods. “I’ll want to change first, though. So…maybe you should follow me to my place after work, and then we can just take one car to wherever we decide to go.”

“That sounds like a great idea. Carpooling is much better for the environment.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Pam’s stomach is full of nerves. Jim’s driving behind her to her apartment. He parks next to her, and she holds out her hand for him. They walk with their fingers intertwined into the building and up to her floor.

“This is even better than how you described it.” Jim says as he looks around Pam’s place. “It’s very you.”

“Thanks.” She smiles. “So, I’m just gonna go freshen up, and then we can head out.”

“Pam.” Jim loops his fingers around her forearm. He pulls her into his embrace, cupping her cheek with his other hand. “Let’s eat later.”

She nods and lets her eyes flutter closed as his lips brush against hers. It’s so tender and soft at first. She sighs happily into the kiss. Jim’s hand tightens around the material of her sweater, pressing her harder against his chest. His tongue swipes along her bottom lip. She opens up for him, and relishes at the way he moans into her.

“Bedroom.” He mumbles against her lips.

Pam tugs Jim backwards towards her room, desperate to stay kissing and in his arms. His lips moves along her jaw as he grips the hem of her sweater. Her fingers make work to undo his tie and the buttons on his shirt. She lifts her arms up so Jim can get her sweater off. He reaches around her to take her hair out of its elastic. He runs his fingers through her hair and kisses her. Her hands go for his belt buckle, and he lets her undo it. Jim kisses along her collarbones and down her chest. He kisses down her belly. He loves how soft she is. He helps her out of his shoes and she unzips her skirt. It falls to the floor and pools around her ankles.

“You are so beautiful.” Jim says as he runs his fingers up and down her smooth legs. He’s on his knees, and he’s sure they’ll hurt later, but he doesn’t care. He thinks for a moment. “Don’t you usually wear tights?”

“I…I took them off in my car to save time. I thought this might happen. Tights don’t look sexy in the light, trust me.”

“You’re so cute.” He chuckles. He presses his lips below her naval, and kisses along the band of her underwear. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes.” She nods. “Do you want me to get on the bed so you’re more comfortable?”

“No, this is how I want to do it.”

He hooks his fingers into her underwear and kisses on her pelvis as he slowly drags them down her legs. She steps out of them as he kisses along her hip bones. She’s shaking a bit. She’s nervous. They shuffle backwards so she can lean up against the door of her bedroom. She’d probably lose her balance otherwise. Jim moves one of her legs over his shoulder. He kisses on her inner thigh. She runs her fingers through his hair as he gets his fingers on her. He spreads her folds apart and leans in to kiss her. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, coating them, then brings them back to her.

“Mm.” Her head rolls back against the door as his fingers rub around her entrance. His mouth comes into contact with her clit, and licks over it. He puckers his lips around it and sucks on it while he slips his middle finger up inside of her. “Fuck.”

“Did Pam Beesly just say a curse word?” He smirks up at her.

“I save them for special occasions.” She smiles down at him.

“Yeah?” He gets a second finger inside of her, and her mouth falls open. “I’ve been dreaming about this, seeing you this way…because of me.” She bites on her bottom lip and her eyes screw shut. “Pam, look at me.” She opens her eyes slowly and looks down at him. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of her, curling and twisting them. “I want you to watch me.”

“Okay.” She nods.

He gets his mouth back on her, sucking on her clit. He nips at it carefully a few times. He’s giving her lazy strokes of his tongue, getting distracted by the sound of her arousal as he fucks her with his fingers. He uses his free hand to spread the thigh over his shoulder wider. His thumb is definitely going to leave a bruise with the way it’s pressing into her skin, but she doesn’t care. She’ll take all the marks he’ll give her.

It's getting more difficult for her to keep her eyes on him. She’s starting to pant and whine. Her fingers are tugging at his hair, pushing him closer to her. He looks up at her (to the best of his ability), and watches as her face contorts with pleasure.

“J-Jim.” She groans, thrashing back against the door. “C-can I? I’m gonna…can I?”

“Mhmm.” He hums against her as he continues to relentlessly suck on her clit. His fingers are so deep inside her. He’s making the come-here motion against her.

Her back arches off the door, and she cries out as she comes around his fingers. He fucks her through it before slowly taking his fingers out of her. He sucks them into his mouth and moans.

“You taste so fucking good.”

“I’m glad, um, that was…wow.” She places her hand on her forehead as she catches her breath. “I’ve never…that hard, I…”

“Can’t even form a cohesive sentence.” He stands up slowly, rubbing at her sides until his hands are gripping her hips. “Do you want to keep going, or do you want to stop there?”

“I wanna keep going.” Her arms wrap around his neck, going up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He lifts her up off the ground completely and carries her over to her bed, placing her down gently. “You’re not naked enough.”

“Let me fix that.” He smirks. His button-up slides off his shoulders, and he gets his t-shirt off immediately after. Pam runs her hands up and down his torso as he undoes his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Her eyes widen when she sees the outline of his erection through his boxer-briefs, a small wet patch where his tip is. He takes one of her hands and places it over himself. “This is what you do to me. Only you could get me this hard and ready.”

“I…you’re huge.” She looks up at him, almost worried.

“Aww, was Roy’s not as big as mine?” He asks, guiding her hand to move up and down to palm and stroke him.

“N-no.” She shakes her head. “No, he…it wasn’t…” She just looks up at him and shakes her head again. Another boost to his ego. “Can I take it out?” He nods, and she grips the band of his boxers, dragging them down. His cock springs out and slaps against his lower belly. A string of his pre-come keeps his tip and belly connected.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He tells her as he moves her hair back for her.

“I want to. Could you just…you took my hair out.”

“I’ll hold it for you, don’t worry.” He makes a makeshift ponytail for her with his fist.

She grips his shaft, dragging her thumb over his tip and rubbing his pre-come down to his base. She wants him wet all around so it feels better for him. She leans in and licks over his head. His breath hitches, which is all she needs to take the full head into her mouth. Both of his hands card through her hair to keep it back for her. He also just needs something to hold onto. She knows she won’t be able to take him too far down her throat, so she doesn’t even attempt it. Instead, she focuses on sucking and licking his head while her hand pumps the rest of him. Her free hand comes up to gently palm his balls.

“Oh, Christ, Pam.” He gasps. “You’re so good. I knew you would be.” She moans around him, encouraging him to keep praising her. “Your mouth is incredible.” He tugs her off of him. She looks up at him in shock. “I don’t want to come yet. You can suck me dry another time.” He knees onto the bed and reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. He’s mesmerized by her breasts. He cups them and runs his thumbs over her nipples, getting them hard and pebbled. “Still doing okay? I won’t be mad if you want to stop.”

“I don’t want to stop, Jim. I want this…I want all of this with you. I’m…I’m finally ready for you, for all of you.”

“You don’t know what it means to me to hear you say that.” He leans in and kisses her, having her lay on her back with him on top of her, his hands groping at her breasts. He nips at her bottom lip before pressing his forehead to hers. “I am going to treat you so much better than anyone else ever has.”

“Jim.” She whimpers, cupping his jaw to lick into his mouth.

He moves to kiss on her chest, sucking a good amount of her left breast into mouth before letting it go with a pop. He does the same to her right before kissing down her body. He spreads her wide apart and spits down onto her pussy, watching it slide down her slit. He shuffles down between her thighs and licks into her. Pam squirms under him. He licks up her slit and kisses on her clit before sitting up.

“I needed to taste you again.” He admits sheepishly. He runs a hand through his hair to get his matted locks off his forehead. “I had condoms, but I left them in my car. I’ll just-“

“It’s okay, we don’t need one.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “I’m good about taking my birth control every day, and I’m clean…are you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I’m okay with it if you are. I…I’m sort of desperate to feel you.”

“Just sort of, huh?” He smirks. He moves to sit up against her headboard. “I’d like you on top first, is that alright?”

“Yeah, I actually prefer being on top.” She straddles him, resting her hands on his shoulders as he guides himself in. He paints the head of his cock around at first. She slowly starts to sink down onto him. She bites down on her bottom lip. He has to do the same with his.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He groans. “Should I have used my fingers longer?”

“N-no.” She pants. They both moan out once he’s all the way inside of her. “No, this feels so good.”

“Fuck, Pam.” He wraps his arms around her back, pulling her to chest.

She rolls her hips forward as she slots her lips over his. They kiss sloppily as her hips continue rolling back and forth on him. He starts to thrust up into her slowly. Her mouth falls open and her forehead presses against his. His hands splay on her back as they move in sync with each other. They both moan into each other’s mouths, unable to hold anything in. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent indents behind. His lips move to the spot just below her ear, kissing and licking and sucking at the tender skin. She grips his hair and pushes him harder against her. He slips a hand between them so he can rub her clit with his fingers.

“Ohhh.” She whines. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Her breaths become shallower, and she slams her hand against the headboard as she comes around him. She bites down on his shoulder as they continue rolling their hips together. He cradles her cheeks and kisses her forehead, then her nose, and then her lips. He adjusts them so Pam’s on her back and he’s on top of her.

“Good to keep going?” He asks as he nuzzles his nose along hers.

“Yes.” She smiles. “I told you not to stop, remember?”

He smiles too. He can’t stop smiling. He stays close to her, taking her hands in his and pinning them on either side of her head. Their hands stay together, fingers clasping together. Jim thrusts in and out of her nice and deep. Pam wraps her legs around his waist to pull him even closer, wanting the friction from his pelvis on her clit. He lets go of one of her hands in favor of entangling his fingers in her hair. Her nails scratch at his back. Jim can feel himself getting closer. He lets go of her other hand and slides his arm under her back to hold her tighter in his arms. Her hands grope and grab at the plushy flesh above his hips.

“Pam.” He moans into her ear. She tightens around his cock. “Pam, I’m gonna come soon.”

“Yes.” She nods, lost in a state of bliss as she can feel that coil in the pit of her belly forming again.

“Where do you want it?” He grunts.

She hadn’t really thought about it. She doesn’t want him to stop what he’s doing. Selfishly, if he stopped, it would ruin her potential orgasm. And she’s honestly not sure she could to having another building up because she’s starting to get too sensitive. This next one is definitely going to be her last of the night, which she’s more than fine with. She never came this many times with Roy in one go. Sometimes she wouldn’t come at all.

“Inside me, I want you to come inside me.” She tells him. “Keep going, don’t stop. I…I’m…”

“Fuck, I’m so close.” He moans.

“Me too.”

They both start panting uncontrollably. Jim fucks into her hard, deep, and fast. The speed pushes her over the edge thanks to the added pressure and friction to her clit, and the fact that his tip is beating up her g-spot. The burn of the stretch he’s giving her is all consuming. As she’s making a mess of his cock, Jim finally lets himself go, making his own mess inside of her. He tugs harshly at her hair, coming harder than he ever has. This is something he’s wanted for so long. It’s not just his imagination anymore. It’s not a fantasy anymore. It’s better than all of that because it’s real. Tears come to his eyes and he starts trembling. He pulls out of her and moves to rest his head on her chest. She whimpers at the emptiness.

Pam can feel a wetness on her chest. She cups Jim’s cheeks and makes him look at her. She panics when she sees his bleary eyes. Her thumbs run along his cheekbones to catch his tears.

“Was it not…was it not…” She can’t even finish the sentence.

“Oh, Pam.” He pecks her lips. “It was everything. You…you were so good. You were so fucking good.” He kisses her hard, surprising her, but it’s welcomed. “You were so good for me.” He nuzzles into her neck. “M’just a little emotional, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay.” She runs her fingers through his hair, and sighs with relief. “It was…that was…I’ve read stories about this kind of passionate sex, but I never thought I’d ever get to experience it for myself.” Jim chuckles softly into her neck. “I’m serious! I’ve never felt so wanted before. And…and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone as much as I’ve wanted you.”

“That means so much to me to hear you say that.” He moves to look at her, and snakes a hand between them, running his fingers through her messy folds. She winces from the sensitivity, but relaxes at the way he gently strokes her entrance. “Made a mess of you. We should get you cleaned up.”

“Good idea, except I’ve lost all feeling in my legs.”

“Music to my ears.” He grins. “Do you have any washcloths in your bathroom?”

“Mhm, in the cabinet below the sink.”

“Be back in a second.” He gets up, and snatches his boxers from the floor. He disappears into the bathroom, and runs warm water over a washcloth. He cleans himself up and pulls his underwear back on. He comes back to Pam shortly, and gently cleans her up with the warm washcloth. She winces again, starting to feel a little sore. “You’re alright, I know you’re sensitive.” He coos as he continues to gently clean up the mess he made. “Put this perfect little pussy through a lot tonight.”

“Jim.” She laughs, covering her face with her hands.

“What?” He laughs with her.

“I didn’t know you could be so…”

“Vulgar?”

“No, vocal.” She looks at him, and he looks at her.

“Think you just bring it out in me.” He comes around to her side and sits on the edge of the bed. He leans down and pecks her lips. “Why don’t you finish cleaning yourself up, and I’ll order us some takeout?”

“Chalk full of good ideas today.” She beams at him. “What do you want to eat?”

“You pick, I’m sure I’ll like whatever you want.”

“Hmm.” She thinks for a moment. “Chinese?”

“Works for me. You still like scallion pancakes?”

“Like them? I love them.” She scoffs, and reaches for one of her blankets to wrap herself up in as she stands. “And dumplings, and-“

“House rice with shrimp.”

“Good memory.” She gives his cheek a pinch and kisses him before making her way into the bathroom.

Jim throws his T-shirt on, but forgoes putting any of his other clothes back on. He orders the food and goes into the kitchen to get himself and Pam a glass of water. She shuffles into the kitchen, now donning a pair of pajama pants and a long-sleeve bed shirt. Jim throws an arm around her and kisses her temple.

“Food should be here in about forty minutes.” He tells her.

“Sounds good.”

“You feel okay everything?”

“Yeah! Do you?”

“Course.” He smiles. “I don’t think we should tell people right away, though. The teasing…I can already hear it.”

“I think I agree. I can picture Michael making lewd gestures towards us.” She wraps her arms around his waist and looks up at him. “How about this: let’s go out on some actual dates, hang out outside of work more often, and if it all goes well, which I strongly believe it will, we can tell the office.”

“I think that’s a perfect plan, Beesly.”

It’s tough keeping things a secret during the hot and heavy phase. Stolen glances, brushes of hands…it’s not enough during the day. They still eat lunch together, but there’s no real privacy in the break room or the kitchen. And it would be too suspicious if they were both sneaking out at noon together every day. Jim also didn’t want Pam to think that he only wanted to spend time with her just so he could touch her. He’d be fine if all they did was cuddle and talk. Honestly! And she feels the same way. She loves the connection they have.

The toughest part? Roy. He’s been trying to get Pam back basically since they broke up. He comes upstairs a lot, going to the vending machines as an excuse to see Pam. And Jim can’t really step in to tell him to back off because as soon as he does everyone will know. Things have been going really well for Jim and Pam, but it’s only been a little less than a month. Things are still new. There are things they’re still working through.

“Hey, Pammy.” Roy smiles as he comes over to her desk.

“Hi.” She hates that nickname. And she knows it goes right up Jim’s ass whenever Roy calls her that. “What’s up?”

“The guys in the warehouse have been missing you. We’re going to trivia at Poor Richard’s. I thought you’d like to come.”

“I can’t tonight. I have my art class after work. But maybe another time? I miss hanging out with all those guys too. How’s Madge’s grandson by the way? I haven’t had a chance to get down there to ask her how it’s been going with him living with her.”

“It was a pretty smooth transition from what she’s told us. Her husband’s retired so he’s able to do the school drop off and pick up. Then Madge helps him with his homework.”

“Oh good. Well let her know I can babysit any time she needs a breather.”

“I will.” He smiles softly. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.”

Jim gets up from his desk and comes over to Pam’s, taking a mint out of one of the bowls she has out. She gives him a different smile, a more knowing smile, a more mischievous, devious smile.

“How often did you hang out with Daryl and all of them?” He asks her.

“We would all go to Poor Richard’s a lot for trivia or open mic night. Daryl is very musically inclined.”

“No kidding?”

“He plays the keyboard, and he’s actually a really good singer. Him and the guys would sign up and do a little something every once in a while. We used to have him and his daughter over for movie nights. And then usually if we were out I’d end up talking to Madge since I was the only other girl.”

“Hm.” Jim nod, taking the information in. “You know you can hang out with them any time you want. I mean, you were with Roy for a long time, it’s okay if you still want to be friends.”

“I didn’t realize I needed your permission.” She scoffs quietly.

“You don’t, that’s not what I meant. I just want you to know it doesn’t bother me because I trust you, that’s all.”

“Well…thank you. Maybe I’ll go meet up with them after I get out of class later.”

“Go for it.” He smiles. “You can tell them about your art show that’s coming up.”

“That’s right! Good idea.”

Pam got out of art class early, so she decided to go to Poor Richard’s. She told the guys all about her art show and gave them the information. It was nice to be around them again. She ends up sitting at the bar with Roy later on.

“Can I ask you something?” He says to her, and she nods. “Have you been seeing someone?”

Shit.

“Um, Roy…”

“I know it’s not any of my business, but I can still read you like a book, Pam.” He smirks. “I can tell when something’s up with you. You’ve been different lately.”

“Yeah, yes…I’ve been seeing someone. But it’s really new so I haven’t told anyone yet. We’re seeing how things go for now before we bring it all out in the open.”

“It’s not that new guy Andy, is it? I heard he hit on you one day.”

“Oh, no, it’s not him.” She laughs. “And that was just a prank Jim pulled. Andy was asking him for advice on who he should ask out, and Jim thought it would be funny to tell Andy how to win me over, only what Andy didn’t know was that Jim told him about everything I can’t stand. So, Andy comes to my desk and asks me if I want to play disc golf with him, in pig Latin, and then later serenaded me with a show tune while playing a banjo.”

“Holy shit.” Roy blinks. “I didn’t know any of those things rubbed you the wrong way.”

“Jim just knows me really well.” She shrugs.

“Yeah, but I’ve known you way longer.”

“You’re not the most observant person, Roy.”

“So, if it’s not Andy, then who is it?”

“I…well, I’m seeing Jim.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, why is that so hard to believe?”

“I don’t know, I thought he was gay or something. Which is fine, being gay is great.” He clears his throat, knowing the cameras are watching him. “When did it start?”

“Technically, when he moved back here.”

“Why do you technically?”

“About a month before we were supposed to get married…at casino night, Jim and I kissed.”

“What?”

“He told me he was in love with me, and-“

“You called off our wedding for Halpert?!”

“No there were a lot of reasons. Can you please lower your voice? I can explain more if you just calm down and listen.”

“Calm down and listen?! You cheated on me!”

“I didn’t cheat on you.”

“What do you call kissing someone else?!”

“It was one time for a fraction of a second, and I turned him down.”

“I can’t believe this!”

“Don’t yell.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Pam!” Roy throws a glass at the mirror behind the bar.

“I’m leaving.” Pam gets off her stool and rushes out of the bar while Roy continues to throw glasses and break things. She has tears in her eyes as she gets into her car. She know she did a bad thing. She knows she hurt Roy, but this isn’t the first time he’s had an outburst like this. Down the line she knows it would have gotten worse, and eventually he would have hit her instead of a wall.

“So…Roy knows about everything?” Jim sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as Pam explains things to him the next morning in the break room.

“Not everything, but he knows we’re dating, and he knows we kissed while he and I were still together.”

“And then he got violent and started breaking glasses at the bar?”

“Yeah.” She nods, folding her arms over herself for comfort.

“Did he ever physically hurt you?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “But he could have a temper from time to time. I’ve never seen him that angry, and I had never been so scared to be around him. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gone last night. I shouldn’t have told him anything.”

“No, it’s good you did. Maybe it’ll give you both some extra closure.”

“He was really mad.”

“Come back with me to my place after work tonight. He doesn’t know where I live, so I think it’ll be better you stay with me until he’s able to calm down a little from this.”

“You just want me to spend the night.” She grins.

“Only because I love to see you in my bed.”

Pam opens her mouth to give him a cheeky response, but Kelley comes in with Ryan. They’re having a heated discussion.

The day goes by like normal. Michael did something outrageously horrendous. Dwight and Andy blindly followed him. Jim made them all look stupid by pulling a prank. All in all, it was a great day, and Pam forgot all about the incident with Roy. That is until he came storming into the office at the end of the word day.

“Halpert.” Roy charges towards Jim.

“Roy!” Pam yells out, not wanting him to hurt Jim.

This isn’t the first time Roy and Jim have gotten physical with each other. They got into a little scrap that time Pam wanted to do the art program Jan told her about. Roy said no, but Jim told her she should, and Pam told Roy what Jim said, so Roy pushed Jim and Jim pushed him back. It was down the warehouse and Daryl broke it up.

Jim isn’t stupid. He knows Roy could probably kill him. But one of the advantages of sitting by Dwight for so long is that Jim has learned a thing or two about self defense.

Roy gets close enough to throw a punch at Jim, and Jim ducks. While Jim is ducking, Dwight sprays Roy in the face with pepper spray. Everyone in the vicinity starts tearing up and coughing.

“Pam, please call security.” Dwight says through his tears.

Since the incident happened at the end of the day, Toby said he would take everyone’s stories the next morning. He wanted to make sure Pam was alright, and then he added wanting to make sure Jim was alright too. A few others had already left for the day as it was. So it just made sense for everyone else to go home and process what happened.

“I’ll understand if you don’t feel like having me spend the night.” Pam says to Jim in the parking lot. “I know this drew a lot of attention to us and that people are going to be asking a ton of questions tomorrow.”

“Beesly, you’re insane if you think I don’t want you to come over tonight. I’ve been looking forward to it all day.” He smiles and kisses her cheek.

The two decide to go out for burrito bowls and margaritas. They laugh about what happened earlier. It wasn’t funny, but they’re more so laughing at how crazy it all was. Pam just wanted to be honest with Roy, and Jim couldn’t fault her for that. Neither one of them wants to carry secrets into their new relationship.

The two drive to Jim’s. They enjoy a pint of ice cream while they watch some TV in his living room. Pam holds up a spoon full for Jim. He happily takes it, holding her wrist up in place with his hand. He kisses on her hand and up her arm, making her giggle. He gets to her neck, lingers there, then kisses along her jaw until he reaches her mouth. She clumsily sets the ice cream down on the coffee table and lets Jim lay her down on the couch. He wedges his leg between hers and groans.

“Can we just kiss for a while?” He asks her.

“Yeah, course.” She nods.

Jim kisses Pam so tenderly, and it makes her melt every single time. Her fingers card through his hair, making him smile against her. They adjust so she can get her legs around him. She has to hike her skirt up around her waist, but eventually they’re able to rest comfortably against one another. His thumb rubs circles into her hip while his other hand cradles her cheek. She rolls her hips up to his, and he presses harder against her. He pulls back to look at her, and she giggles.

“What?” He giggles with her.

“Your lips always get all swollen and pink whenever we kiss. It’s cute.” She runs her thumb over his lips, and he nips at the pad of it.

“So do yours.”

“Do they really?”

“Mhm.” He nods and pecks her top lip and sits up. “It’s late, should we go to bed?”

“Yeah.” She nods, and he helps her up, adjusting her skirt.

“Fuck it.”

He picks her up and carries her to his bedroom. He’s quick to get her naked. He just needs to be close to her right now. She feels the same way. She likes the way he pins her down, but she also likes way he makes her feel safe and comfortable. He’s always checking in, asking her if she’s okay with what he’s doing, if she likes it.

Even though the bed is right there, Jim brings Pam into his bathroom. She knows he prefers to shower in the evening. He explained that he likes showering after work to help wash the day away. So it clicks for her that he wants to have sex in his shower. She has not problem with it.

The water cascades over the both of them. They fumble around a bit, knocking various bottles of body wash and shampoo over. He lifts Pam up and presses her up against the shower wall. Pam wraps her legs around his waist and guides his cock inside of her. They both moan out. His fingers dig into the meat of her ass to hold her up and fuck up into her. She’s got one hand fisting his hair, and the other is wrapped around his neck. Jim slots his mouth over hers. It always amazes Pam how calculated his kisses are. She likes how much Jim likes to kiss during sex. She and Roy never really kissed during sex. It makes her feel even more wanted than she already does.

“You feel so good.” He presses his forehead to hers. One of his hands comes up to clutch at the tile. “Oh my god, I’m gonna come.” He looks at her. “Are you close?”

“Yes.” She nods frantically. “Yes, just don’t stop. You’re hitting it.”

Pam tightens and pulsates around Jim as she comes, driving him over the edge to his own release. He sets her down slowly and kisses her.

“This weekend, I was thinking we could go to the Evehart Museum.” He says to her as he grabs the shower head to help clean up between her legs. “Look at some of the art pieces, you know, if you want.”

“I’d love to. There’s a new exhibit I’ve been dying to see. You wouldn’t be bored?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were the only person in Scranton that likes art, my bad.” He smirks.

“Shut up.” She laughs and nudges him. “I just don’t want you to think we always have to do things that I like. I wanna do things that you like too.”

“Alright. This weekend we’ll go to the art museum, and next weekend we’ll go to that tavern I told you about that that local band I like plays at.”

“Wow, you’ve got me locked in for the next two weekends. What’s your game, Halpert?” She wraps her arms around his neck. “Trying to make me your girlfriend or something?”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” He wraps his arms around her back and kisses her forehead. “And when I officially ask you to be my girlfriend, trust me when I say, it’s going to knock the wind out of you Beesly.”

“Looking forward to it.”

The two finish up in the shower, and watch some TV before bed.

Jim lays on his back while Pam rests her head on his chest. He keeps his arms wrapped around her while she drifts off into sleep. Having the privilege to kiss and touch and hold her is all he’s wanted for the last three years. Now that he has it, he couldn’t be happier. He wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.

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