This chapter came as a bit of a challenge because recently, the universe seems to be aligning to make my life a living hell. And being in the constant negative mood hasn't really inspired me to write fluffness. But your reviews make me happy and what improves a mood, if not Jim and Pam. Thanks for sticking with me.
"You didn't misunderstand."
Her eyes slipped from his to their hands over his heart. She literally felt it skip a beat. She spread her fingers out and traced her index finger back and forth gently. She could feel him gaping at her.
"I think-" She swallowed, focused intently on the composition of his t-shirt, taking a step closer. "I think it was a little bit at a time. When you first came in and smiled, the animal crackers, sharing your bed, you remembering I'm allergic to strawberries, buying me cookies. I think it was a little bit at a time."
He closed his eyes for a second, willing his heart to slow down. "I think it was the same for me." He whispered, opening his eyes again and looking down at her. She didn't meet his gaze, her forefinger still tracing his heart meticulously. "When you sat across me with jellybeans, the teapot, your hair in the moonlight, that smile you get when you are painting."
She stopped tracing his heart and looked up slowly.
"You watched me paint?"
He felt like he should blush but he didn't. "You left the door open to your room. You thought I was asleep. The window was open and there was this incredibly soft breeze and you were just sitting there. You were facing the window and there was a canvas in front of you and you closed your eyes, taking this deep breath, and I just thought you-"
She kissed him then, her lips meeting his softly, and her hand on his heart. He swallowed his sentence and found her hips, tugging her closer and wrapping his arms around her possessively.
She tasted like summer, or some beautiful day, just like he thought she would. Cherries and lemonade and birthday cake. The thought made his head spin and a smile begin.
She pulled away, closing her eyes and leaning her forehead against his chin. He ran his hands up and down her back gently.
"I'm glad you didn't go to the art show with me." She said into his chest.
He pulled her away at arms length and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Really? Is that why you were going to your room to cry a few minutes ago?"
She hit him playfully on the chest, leaning into him and laughing. "No, that wasn't too fun. But if you did go with me, things would still be the same."
He looked her in the eye. "And what would that be?"
"Uh." Her eyes drifted from his eyes to his lips. She licked hers subconsciously. He didn't fail to notice. "I think it might have involved us being together."
"Mmhmm." He muttered in agreement as her face leaned closer to his.
"But not actually being together, you know?" She brushed her lips gently across his, slowly. His eyes fluttered shut and he reached for her hip, squeezing lightly.
"And I would think about kissing you. But probably wouldn't do it. Because-" She kissed him lightly on the corner of his mouth.
"I would be too afraid." She kissed his nose. His other hand found her ribcage.
"And now?" He whispered, his voice cracking slightly.
"Now-" She kissed the other corner of his mouth before pulling back, her hands on his shoulders. He opened his eyes to see her grinning brightly at him. "Now we can go to the art show together."
He groaned slightly, letting his head fall into her hair.
"Why didn't you submit any of your stuff?"
They were looking at a small stand of forest paintings, Jim's arm wrapped lightly around her waist. He was making a face she had never seen on him before, his eyes squinting in confusion.
"Your stuff is ten times better than bambi here."
She tugged away from him, swatting him on the chest. She sneaked a look up to the elderly lady whose stand it was. She didn't seem to hear him.
He laughed and pulled her back to him by her hips. "What? You cannot seriously think this is good. I mean, this isn't art Pam."
"Jim, the woman is going to hear you."
He rolled his eyes, tugging gently on her belt loops. "I highly doubt the woman who almost whacked me with her cane can hear a word I'm saying about her art."
Pam chuckled in spite of herself. The woman did seem to take an instant disliking to Jim and her painting did seem to resemble some awkward John Deere ad.
"You have got to be quiet."
He met her gaze and raised an eyebrow. "Make me."
She forced back a smile and tilted her head up to his. "Oh really?" She put both her hands on his chest and pressed her body flush against his. She watched his Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed, all trace of a smile gone.
"And how do you suggest I do that?" She walked her fingers up to his neck where she wrapped her arms around him. She felt his hands encircle her waist.
"Oh, I have a couple ideas."
"Really?" She smiled.
"Mmhmm." He traced small circles on the bare patch of skin between the hem of her shirt and the waist of her jeans.
"Would it involve this?" She leaned forward and captured his lips with her own, kissing him hard. She felt him gasp into her mouth before he responded, kissing her back, bringing her closer.
They heard an obnoxious cough next to them. They pulled away from each other and Jim turned his head to regard the old woman, looking at the pair coldly.
Jim gave her a cheeky grin and pulled Pam into his hip.
"She's my girlfriend."
The door to the apartment banged open, swinging back hard and knocking a picture off the wall. Pam laughed out loud as Jim's mouth found her neck. He kicked the door shut behind him.
"I mean, was it necessary for you to kiss me like that in front-"
He cut her off with a kiss and she let out a small groan. He pushed off her jacket and went back to assaulting her neck. She fought to remember her train of thought. "Uh, In- in front of those kids. They look horrified. And the parents didn't seem too enthused. It was bordering on profane."
"I didn't see you complaining." He said next to her ear, biting it gently. Her eyes fell shut and she gripped his biceps tightly.
"Uh, well-" She let out a small gasp as he found the spot behind her ear. Her hands skimmed down his front to the bottom of his shirt where she tugged impatiently. "I'm not one for complaining. I'm a team player."
"Really?" He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it behind him. His hands skimmed over her shoulders, pushing off her sweater.
"Really. Although, some might say-" He kissed her collarbone as he unbuttoned her blouse slowly, his fingers trailing down her skin, causing her to shiver. "Some might say you are taking advantage of me Halpert."
He froze, his mouth on her jaw. He pulled away and she thought she had never seen anything more beautiful than his hair askew and lips swollen.
She looked at him in confusion, panting slightly. "What?"
He scratched the back of his neck absently, letting do of her hips. "Pam, I-" He looked away.
She put her hand on his cheek and turned him so he faced her. "What?"
"I'm not taking advantage of you. I wouldn't do anything unless I thought that you were okay with it. And I though that, uh, you were-" He gestured between them with his hands. Something Pam thought was oddly hilarious considering he was shirtless and she was halfway there herself.
"I thought you were onboard here."
"Onboard? What, are we out to sea captain?"
He gave her a look and she let the smile slip off her features. She tugged him towards her by his belt loops.
She draped her arms over his shoulders. She looked him square in the eye so he wouldn't misinterpret. That seemed to be an issue with them. "Jim. I want this. I want you."
He smiled and ran his hands up and down her rib cage. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss on the hollow of his throat. She moved to his lips and kissed him softly but his lips became more demanding, and she was nothing if not a team player.
She undid his belt and he slid his hands to the back of her knees, hoisting her up against him. She let out a giggle and he was pretty sure he had never heard anything more amazing than her laugh in the dark.
She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and could feel the effect she was having on him. She shifted against him slightly causing him to let out a groan against her neck.
Pam leaned down to his ear, encircling his earlobe with her tongue. "Take me to bed."
"Aye aye, captain."
Jim woke up early, feeling content for the first time in months. He blinked his eyes open slowly and smiled as he saw Pam cuddled up close to him, her face covered in curls.
He pushed them away gently, careful not to wake her but her eyes blinked open and she smiled at him sleepily before her eyes closed shut again.
He smiled and gently kissed her forehead. "Hey. How'd you sleep?"
She wiggled so that she could see his face and gave him an incredulous look. "When did that happen last night?"
He laughed and she draped her leg over his, stifling a yawn. He rubbed circles onto her exposed shoulder. "We should stay here all day."
Pam nodded in contentment, tucking her head into his chest. Jim closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh he had been holding in for moths now. Everything was how it was supposed to be. She was here. She was in his arms. She was his. Everything was as it should be.
Her voice was slightly muffled against his chest. "Hm?"
She could feel the rumble of his voice through his chest. She balanced her chin on him and looked up. His eyes were closed.
"Me and Roy were together for eight years. Since high school. We were supposed to get married. We didn't."
He blinked open his eyes and looked down at her, confusion clouding his face. "Is this really the best time to be talking about your ex-fiancée? I mean, we are naked in your bed."
"I just-" She traced circles on his chest. "I just want you to know everything about me. I don't want you to have any doubts about this. About us."
"Pam." He took her forearms and pulled her up towards him so that she was completely on top of him. He circled his arms around her, holding her to him securely.
"I have no doubts. Not one. This is right. There will be time for the other things later." He kissed her softly on the lips.
She rested her head on his chest and he ran his hand up and down her bare back. She let out a sigh against his chest.
"I've never felt like this before." She whispered against his chest. "I just-" She didn't say his name. "It was different before. With you I feel full. I'm just happy, you know?"
He smiled and tangled his fingers into her hair.
"Yeah, I know."