Author's Note: Hey! I'm Rose. This is a collection of drabbles and ficlets involving Jim and Pam during different times of their history. Each chapter will always include the continuity (since the order will be random and not chronological) so the readers won't be confused and it will be (almost always) named after the song that inspired it. Some chapters might be completely fictional (A/U), so don't worry if you see something that didn't happen in the show. You're not crazy, it's just my hyperactive imagination. Let's see… what else? Oh, right: school often sucks the life outta me, so sometimes there'll be delays within posts. I think that's all. I hope you enjoy this. Feedback is obviously appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Office. (But how I wish I could!)
Continuity: Anytime between Season Five's 8th episode 'Frame Toby', and 26th episode, 'Company Picnic'.
The afternoon was quite warm for a spring day, even in late April. Little drops of sweat ran down her temples and his forehead as they spent their daily dose of free time in the bedroom, doing nothing in particular. She sat against the headboard of the bed, her legs folded, reading a magazine. He laid on his back beside her, his legs lazily spread across the bed, silently watching her (exist) – something he really enjoyed – and every once in a while he moved closer to kiss her or to whisper something in her ear.
The old vent wasn't helping refreshing the room, so the heat plus the noise the blades caused by moving slowly were making him sleepy. He started yawning repeatedly, and his eyelids felt heavy. Just when he was about to doze off, she started chuckling and the sound of her laughter broke the silence of the room as it grew louder and louder.
She laughed, throwing her head back, moving her body back and forth, clutching her stomach with one of her hands and covering her mouth with the other. She laughed until tears spilled out of the corners of her eyes and she was breathless. Only when she was able to calm down she managed to point at the magazine, which had fallen to the floor open by the page she had been reading from.
Jim stretched his right arm and grabbed the magazine, then read the headline out loud. "How to tell whether your man is gay or not."
He looked at his fiancée, puzzled. "I don't get it. What's so funny?'
She shook her head, holding back giggles. "Remember the gaydar?"
He laughed along at the memory before kissing her in a way that made her run out of oxygen again. When they broke apart he tugged at the strap of her purple tank top and caressed her skin as a smirk formed on his lips.
"It wasn't that funny, Beesly."
"Well I'm bored, Halpert. You're not exactly being entertaining."She fired back with a mischievous grin on her face.
"Really?"He raised an eyebrow, seductively. "Try me."
A similar smirk formed on her face as well.
Both the magazine and the gaydar were quickly forgotten.