Pam couldn't help but laugh as she looked at Jim laying in his bed at the Beets Motel. His 6'3" frame was too large for the homemade mattress and his large feet were dangling off the end.

"Something funny, Beesley?"

"No." She replied, snickering behind her hand. She switched off the light, crawled beneath her quilt and pulled it up to her chin. Central heating was not one of the features of Shrute Farm and there was a chilly autumn wind coming through the window. It reminded her of long-ago nights that she spent in a cabin with her Girl Scout troop. "This kind of reminds me of sleep-away camp. Wanna play Truth or Dare?"

"Really, Pam? Truth or Dare?"

"What? Are you scared?" Pam started making soft chicken noises, teasing him into agreeing to her game. "Come on, Jim, truth or dare?"

"Dare," he finally replied. Pam smirked into the dark. Oh, there were so many choices, so many horrible and embarrassing things she could make him do.

"I dare you to go ask Dwight if he wants to join us for a threesome." A gagging noise came from Jim's side of the room.

"EW! Pam, how could you ever think of such a thing! I am not going to do that. Oh God, I can't even think…UGH!" She laughed at his disgust, though she felt it herself.

"Then you have to answer a truth." They had spoken seriously about their feelings and past moments on the roof last week, so she had to think of some more questions. Eventually she settled on one. "10th grade, yearbook picture day. What made you think that hairstyle was a good choice?" They laughed together and went through a few more rounds of questions, whispering across the gap between their beds, before going to sleep. They did have work the next day, after all.

Pam had almost drifted off when an irritating, repetitive banging started echoing in her head. With an annoyed sigh, she threw her feet over the edge of the bed and flicked on the light.

"Wait? You're going out there?" Jim asked. in 6," he called after her as she left the room. She came back a minute later, giggling.

"What was it?" he asked.

"Mose. In the outhouse."

"There's an outhouse?"

"I'm pretty sure we time-traveled back into the 1750s," she replied, crawling back into bed. "Good night Jim."

"Night, Pam." They both fell asleep again, only to be awakened a short while later by odd moaning coming from down the hall.

"Uhhh, your turn," Pam muttered into her pillow. Jim slipped out into the hallway and walked towards the source of the moaning. After a short, disturbing conversation with Dwight, he headed back to the Irrigation Room. Getting into the too small twin bed, he sighed heavily.

"This isn't quite how I pictured our first night away together."

"Really? Because seeing Mose on the toilet has always figured into my fantasies," she joked.

"Beets and twin beds aren't very romantic." He always wanted to give Pam the best, to show her how much he loved her, even though he hadn't said the words out loud since Casino Night.

"We could change that." He heard a rustle in the dark, then a rush of cool air as Pam lifted his quilt and crawled in besides him. He scooted over towards the wall, making more room for her, but it was still a tight fit in the small bed. "Now isn't this cozy?"

He smiled against her hair. "Yes, it is. Let's just hope there are no more interruptions."

"Let's hope." She reached up and kissed him, a sweet languid kiss that made them both tingle. Then, she settled against him, nuzzling into his chest.

"You make a good pillow," she murmured as she let sleep take her again. He grinned into the dark again. Maybe twin beds were a little bit romantic.