Summary: JAM fluff.
Rating: K+ for some sexual things.
Author's Note: I have been an avid JAM shipper since season one. I thought it was about time I uploaded some fluff. More to come. ;D
"Hair"
"Hey Pam…"
Pam Beesly opened her eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the little light in the bedroom. The digital clock on the table beside the bed informed her that it was a little past four in the morning.
"Hmm?" she asked drowsily, not quite awake. She turned over onto her left side and yawned into her lover's bare chest. She felt their bare skin touch softly, and a sensation she was still not completely used to erupted inside of her. She was beginning to think she'd never get used to it. Strangely enough, she rather liked that idea.
"What color would you say your hair was?"
Pam had not been fully awake, but this question caught her off guard. Her eyes widened and she sat up in bed, the sheets falling down to reveal she was, in fact, wearing nothing. However, she had gotten over her embarrassment of being nude in front of him. "What?"
"Well, sometimes I think it looks blonde, and sometimes it looks red. Other times it looks brown. Or a reddish-brown. Or blondish-brown. Or…"
Pam quickly silenced the man with a kiss. "Shut up, Halpert."
Jim smiled Pam's favorite lopsided-smile and kissed her nose gently. Then, he lay his head back down on the pillow, but not before he trapped her in a big bear hug.
"Jim!" Pam screeched, flailing in his grasp. Jim just laughed.
"God, Pam, be quiet. You'll wake the neighbors."
Pam covered her face with a pillow to suppress a smile. Eventually, she did stop resisting and relaxed, letting sleep come.
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Jim had died of boredom again, and Dwight's constant humming of the Harry Potter theme song was not helping. He had just finished listing off all of the different products Dunder Mifflin offered and the colors they came in, only to have the customer, a Mr. Egglend, tell him he was not interested.
Suddenly, Jim felt something hit his head. He jerked up quickly, his eyes darting around the office. They settled on reception, and he saw Pam – wearing the purple and white striped headband he had bought her – trying to stifle a laugh with her hand.
'So dead,' he mouthed, shaking his head. Pam merely rolled her eyes and pointed at the floor by his feet. Jim looked down and saw a crumpled pink post-it note. He sntched it up quickly and unfolded it.
Written on it with little purple hearts as a border were two words:
Honey Blonde.
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No story would be complete without the following four words…
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