A/N: First of all – major spoilers for Company Picnic. Secondly, this seems like a good place to end this little adventure, but I can assure you that it won't be the last we see of their exploits. Thank you all so much for your wonderful feedback and encouragement. I realize that this chapter is a little bit more sugar than spice, but I hope that you will forgive me for that. Oh, and squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Disclaimer: I could only wish that I had created and nurtured this wonderful couple and this fantastic show. Alas, I own no part of it or them, but I do hold them very near and dear.
Jim kicked the door open, shifting Pam in his arms as gently as he could.
"I can walk, it's just a sprain," she reminded him for the fortieth time.
"I've got you," he said, a little breathless as he maneuvered her through the doorway.
"Are you going to carry me everywhere for the next nine months?" she teased, lightly scratching the back of his neck as she clung to him.
"I will if you want me to," he said as he paused to kick the door shut behind them.
"The keys are still in the lock."
"I couldn't care less," he answered as he carried her toward the bedroom.
Pam beamed as his long strides ate up the distance between the door and their bed. He tried to lower her gently to the bed, but fumbled and failed, and Pam giggled as she bounced. "Are you okay?" Jim asked in a rush, his gaze flying to her tightly wrapped ankle.
"I'm flying," Pam answered as she tugged on his hands, pulling him down onto the bed.
"Me too," he said with a loopy smile. "My head is still spinning."
"Hold on to me," she whispered, sitting up to wrap her arms around his neck and then pulling him back down with her. Jim smiled as his hands flew to her breasts, cupping them lightly. "Hey!" she laughed.
"Best thing to hold onto when you're off balance," he replied with a grin.
"Enjoy them now, soon they'll get sore and they'll be off limits," she warned him gravely.
Jim stared down at her as his hands slid from her breasts to her face, cradling it tenderly between his palms. "We're having a baby," he breathed.
"That's the word on the street," she answered softly. "You are happy, right?"
"Happy?" he asked, chuckling softly. "Oh, Pam, you have no idea."
"Our timing is a little off."
"Guess we should have gone to Ohio," he said with a wry smile. "You're just such a great dancer…"
"Kiss me," she ordered breathlessly. Jim immediately complied, brushing his lips over hers so softly that she almost whimpered. Instead she whispered, "More."
Jim lowered his lips again and pressed them more firmly to hers. Pam parted hers anxiously, her tongue seeking his. She licked at his bottom lip, and ran her tongue over his teeth, purring deep in her throat.
Jim tilted his head and opened to her, his tongue tangling with hers as he sighed into her mouth. He broke the kiss, panting lightly, and said, "I'm so happy." He stretched out next to her, his large hand covering her flat stomach, gently caressing it as he looked down at her with eyes filled with wonder.
"Me too," she said pushing his shirt up and raking her nails down his back, smiling as she felt the muscles in his back flex and ripple under her hands.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear, his deep voice sending chills down her spine. He nipped at her ear, tracing the delicate shell with his tongue as his hand slid from her stomach to her breast, nudging her sweatshirt aside and stroking her through her t-shirt.
He caressed her lightly, his touch tentative, and Pam moaned and arched into his hand as she whispered, "More."
Jim pressed his lips to the tender skin behind her ear and squeezed her breast gently, running his thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath her bra. "Okay?" he asked.
"More," she groaned softly, pressing herself up into his palm.
"You're very demanding, Beesly," he teased as his hand tightened on her breast. He bit her neck gently, catching the soft skin between his teeth and sucking it into his mouth as he forced himself to gentle his touch, massaging the soft curve of her breast tenderly.
"I won't break," she whispered. "Touch me, Jim," she whispered.
"Seems to me that's how we got into this predicament," he said with a slow, sexy smile.
"Do you think it was Poor Richard's?" she asked with a sly smile.
"God, I hope not," he answered as his hand slipped back to her stomach, covering it protectively.
"I hope it was," she said stubbornly.
"You want our child to have been conceived in a disgusting bar bathroom?"
"I want our child to have been conceived out of something, I don't know, passionate."
"I'm always passionate about you," Jim said with a frown.
"No. I just mean that I want this baby to be our baby because of something, uh, more, I guess," Pam tried to explain.
"Well, that was more," Jim conceded doubtfully.
"I like that you want me like that. I love it. I love knowing that I can drive you wild," she said softly.
"You drive me wild by breathing."
Pam smile beatifically. "That makes me feel all girly and powerful."
"You are girly and powerful, even when you're smashing serves in Charles' face," he told her. "Did I thank you for that?"
"I'm glad you're on my team."
"Always," she answered, running her fingers through his thick, tousled hair.
"This," he murmured as he glanced down at his hand covering her belly. "This makes me feel…"
Pam smiled and asked, "All manly and strong?"
"Yes," he admitted with a laugh.
"Like you want to carry me around for the next nine months?" she teased.
Jim nodded. "I can hold you up and say, 'Look what I did!' Is that bad?" he asked with a chuckle.
Jim pushed her sweatshirt and tee up over her stomach, exposing her creamy skin as he slid down. He looked up at her as he lowered his parted lips to the soft curve and murmured, "Look what we did, Pam."
Pam ran her fingers through his hair, mussing it more as she raked her nails lightly over his scalp. "I know. We rock," she said with a smug smile.
"We do." Jim rained soft kisses over her smooth flesh. "I love you," he murmured over and over again.
"Me or the baby?" Pam asked softly.
Jim looked up, his green eyes bright with unshed tears. "Both. More than I can tell you."
Pam blinked rapidly as their eyes met. "Love me," she whispered.
Jim sat up, and moved to kneel between her legs, careful not to jostle her ankle. "Is this okay?" he asked as he drew the zipper on her hoodie down slowly.
"You seem to be making fine progress," she teased.
"I mean, you know," he said with a nervous laugh. Pam sat up, allowing him to push the sweatshirt from her shoulders.
"I'm pretty sure it is," she assured him.
"I don't want to hurt you."
Jim lifted the hem of her Scranton branch t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. The cotton clung to the edge of the bed, dangling where he left it as he ran his hand over her hair, gently pulling the elastic from her ponytail. Pam smiled serenely as he ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it over her shoulders and smoothing the ends of her curls against her skin with his fingertips. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice deep and husky with emotion.
"Our baby will be beautiful," Pam whispered back.
Pam reached back and unhooked her bra, smiling as the straps slid uselessly down her arms. "Still feel off balance?"
Jim shook his head slowly and pulled the straps down over her hands. "Not at all."
She asked as she fell back against the pillows, her fingers sliding down his arms to his hands. She carried them to her bare breasts as she asked, "You don't need to hang on to me?"
"Oh, I do," he replied with a rakish smile as he cupped her gently, testing the weight of her breasts in his palms.
Jim lowered his head and brushed his lips lightly over the tops of the soft mounds. "I do. I do," he murmured against her skin.
"Those are the words I want to hear," Pam purred as she arched into his hands, urging him to take more.
"Today, tomorrow, whenever you want," he said, his breath teasing the rosy tip of her breast. He watched as her nipple furled tightly. He closed his lips around the beaded bud and pulled her into his warm mouth. He pulled back and blew gently on her damp skin, as Pam moaned her approval. "You were made for me," he whispered as he nuzzled the soft valley between her breasts, inhaling the sweet scent of body lotion mingled with the salty tang of perspiration.
"You were made for this, for us, for babies," he said in a low, throaty growl as he captured her other nipple and suckled deeply.
"Oh, yes," Pam cried as she clutched his head, holding him to her.
"We're gonna be so good, Pam," he said, his voice soft and mesmerizing as he moved lower, covering her stomach with hot, wet kisses. "So good," he murmured as he pressed his open mouth to her barely convex stomach.
"We already are."
Jim looked up, his smile brilliant as his eyes locked on hers. "Yes, we are."
He pushed up onto his knees and grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking it up over his head. He tossed it to the floor and then reached for the waistband of her pants, pulling them down over her hips and snagging her panties along with them.
Pam grinned at his efficiency. "In a hurry?" she teased.
"Not at all. I just like to have you naked," he replied easily as he slid the material down over her legs. His brow puckered as he remembered the ace bandage wrapped around her ankle, and he crawled back off of the end of the bed. Jim unlaced her remaining sneaker and pulled it from her foot, then stripped off her sock. He slipped one hand under her calf, lifting her injured leg slightly as he gently slipped her pants and panties down over the bandage. "Okay?" he asked as he carefully lowered her foot.
"You are," he agreed as he toed off his own shoes and then quickly divested himself of his remaining clothing.
Pam smiled as he knelt on the end of the bed, crawling slowly back up to her. "Look at you, all proud of yourself," she teased as she reached for him.
"Never been more proud," he said with a shrug.
When she pulled on his arms, trying to make him lower himself down onto her, he resisted. "What are you doing?" she asked with a puzzled frown.
"I don't want to crush you."
Pam smiled and said, "I think we're okay." She hooked her injured leg over his and said, "Besides, they said I should keep this elevated."
Jim looked down at her smiling face, basking in the warmth of her green gaze, and suddenly realized that their baby would probably have green eyes too. "Oh God," he said in a choked voice.
"Oh God," he said again as he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her longingly. "A baby. Our baby," he murmured against her lips.
"Wait," Pam said as she drew back slightly, withholding her kiss.
"You're not gonna get all 'mother of my children' on me now, are you?" she asked with a scowl.
"I still want to be your girl," she told him.
"What are you talking about?"
"I still want to be that girl. The girl you want so bad," she tried to tell him.
"I just don't want you to stop seeing me for me, and start seeing me for, you know," she stammered.
"The mother of my children?" Jim asked with a wry smile. When she nodded, he blushed a little and ducked his head as he said, "Pam, I have always seen you as the mother of my children."
"You have, huh?"
"Oh yeah. Doesn't mean that I don't want to, um, you know," he said with a little shrug.
"Okay," she said, breathing a sigh of relief.
"But right now? I don't want that, okay? I want this," he told her, smoothing her hair back from her temple.
"Okay," she whispered, lifting her head and pressing her lips to his softly. She reached up and took his hand, lacing her fingers through his and holding it with their palms pressed together tightly as she raised them up over her head.
Jim kissed her, melting into her kiss as he lowered his weight, sinking into her soft body. He grappled for her other hand, tangling his fingers in hers as their tongues tangled; raising their hands up to rest on the pillow too as the kiss grew deeper and deeper. Pam writhed beneath him pressing her calf into his legs as she circled her hips enticingly. When Jim pulled away and tried to free his hands to move lower, she held fast.
"I want to…" he said in a hoarse voice.
"I'm so in love with you," she said, cutting him off. "Crazy in love with you," she added, draping her other leg over his as pulling him closer to her.
Jim looked into her eyes and then nodded slowly. "Pam," he murmured her name as he shifted his hips, positioning himself against her warm, damp folds.
"Jim," she answered, pulling him in with her legs as she tugged on his hands.
He closed his eyes as she opened around him and the tip of him pressed against her entrance. He wet his lips and then opened his eyes, staring back at her unflinchingly as he sank slowly into her heat. Her soft breasts pressed into the hard planes of his chest, her nipples rasping against his soft hair as he began to rock gently, holding himself deep inside of her. "You feel… incredible," he whispered.
"We do," Pam agreed wholeheartedly.
"We may have to make ten thousand babies," he rasped.
"Okay, but you have to give birth to them," she answered with a lazy smile.
Jim's fingers tightened around hers as he rocked a little harder, sliding in and out of her wet heat with delicious deliberation. "No problem. I hear you can order a uterus from Sharper Image. Ohh," he groaned as she tensed her muscles around him, urging him to move faster.
Pam smiled and pressed her head back into the pillow as he began to thrust in earnest. "There you go," she purred.
"You're calling the mother of your child evil?"
"Beautiful," he gasped.
"Much better," she whispered as she circled her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke. "You're inside of me. Our baby is inside of me," she panted as her nails dug into backs of his hands.
"Yes," he hissed.
Jim moved faster, feeling her muscles clench around him, knowing that she was getting closer. He smiled when he heard her breath catch and then that soft little gasp that told him everything he needed to know; that he was everything, that they had everything. He stared down at her, his lips parted as he sucked in shallow breaths, watching her as he took her up. He ground into her, teasing her with the shaft of his cock, knowing instinctively when he had found just the right spot. Her lips moved soundlessly, so he gave her the only words he had.
"I love you, Pam," he whispered raggedly.
And then she gasped, moaning low and soft as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. "Jim," she said, drawing his name out on a sigh.
His hands squeezed hers as he closed his eyes and thrust into her blindly. His mouth hung open as he momentarily lost the ability to breathe, and then he emptied into her, each hot burst accompanied by a rush of air he hadn't known was trapped in his lungs. He collapsed onto her, his body pressing hers into the mattress as his hips moved convulsively. He couldn't stop pushing into her as far as he could go; trying to crawl right inside of her as she murmured soft, nonsensical words into his ear to soothe him.
Pam caught herself and then chuckled as she freed on hand from his. She ran her nails lightly down his spine and whispered, "My baby daddy."
Jim laughed, his breath washing over he neck, hot and moist. "Not funny," he admonished breathlessly.
"Yes, it was. You laughed."
He lifted his head his eyes twinkling with laughter as he tried to bite back a giddy smile. "You up for it today? I can prop you up," he offered.
Pam shook her head and said, "Not today. Today I want to stay right here." She rubbed her calf against his thigh, reveling in their tangled limbs. "I have to keep this elevated, remember?"
"I can help with that," he offered quickly.
"I was counting on that," she answered with a happy smile.
"Soon, Beesly. The clock is ticking," he told her sternly. "I expect you to make an honest man out of me."
"Very soon," she agreed with a nod.
He nuzzled into her neck once more and nodded slightly. "I want to be more than just your sex slave."
Pam smiled as she stroked his hair lovingly. "You are more. You are so much more than that."