So, I'm watching The Office for the first time, and I have so many ideas, and none of them are long enough and there's too many of them. So, here ya go!

Pam yawned, flopping onto the bed next to her fiance as she dragged her hand over her face.

"I'm so tired."

"I can imagine." Jim turned to face her, and he didn't look sympathetic enough for her taste. "And not to say that this is a choice you made, but this is totally a choice you made."

"Thanks." She groaned, smacking his shoulder slightly and closing her eyes.

She was just sinking perfectly into her pillow when Jim spoke after a minute.

"I miss you, Pam."

"Yeah?" She smiled, opening her eyes.

"Yeah. I keep looking up, and then you're not there, and that...sucks. It sucks without you."

She ran her fingers through his hair, tangling them in with a small grin on her face. "If it makes you feel any better, I keep looking up and seeing Ryan instead of you. And if that doesn't make me wanna quit, then I don't know what does."

Jim laughed, making her heart soar. She bit her lip as she grinned, crossing her arms over her chest as she laid on her side.

"You've been through worse," she mumbled, smiling wryly, "I was away for three months last time."

"Yeah, that sucked even more, Beesly." He draped an arm over her, still chuckling. "I'm in love with a girl on the go, I suppose."

"Sucks to be you, I guess."

She loved it when he laughed - most of the time, she was right there laughing with him.

Jim leaned down to kiss her and she closed her eyes, responding as eagerly as she could.

(It didn't last long. Pam was exhausted and she had to wake up early in the morning.)

"Hey, Beesly. What say you and I make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" Pam put a hand on her hip, squinting up at him in the sun. Jim grinned as she lifted her knees to her chest a few times.

"Well, just something to really bring out our best performance. Like, I really think that this could bring a win for us." He did his best to look serious. She cracked a smile.

"I'd love to hear this brilliant, serious idea."

"Okay, so, for every winning shot you make, I give you a kiss. And for every winning shot I make…" The corners of his lips turned up. "You give me a kiss."

"Interesting, interesting." She put her hand against her mouth in a contemplating pose, before snapping her fingers. "But what happens when Dwight makes a winning shot? Do you kiss him, or does that go to me?"

"Let's keep this between you and me, hey, volleyball champ?" He leaned in to kiss her, but she put a finger over his lips, sighing dramatically.

"Unfortunately, the game hasn't started yet, and so you can't do it. Although, let me just say now…" She patted his shoulder sympathetically. "You'll be kissing me a lot more than I'll be kissing you."

"I think I can live with that."

"Of course. But the question is, can the other teams deal with seeing our hot and heavy flirting?" Pam leaned up and kissed him incredibly close to his lips.

"I'll be honest with you, I'm mostly doing it to piss Dwight off." He looked over his shoulder at Dwight, who was currently stretching his arms over his head as he looked at the pair suspiciously. "First we're sullying the workplace, and now this."

"Well, I guess he'll have to deal with it. Because you're on, Halpert."

Jim loved her a whole lot.

"Oh my God, Pam, I'm so sorry."

She looked stoic - shit, he just had to screw up so badly the day before their wedding.

(Jim was still in shock, honestly. He had been the one to reveal her pregnancy to Meemaw. Sure, Michael made it a lot, lot worse, but he had been the one to say it. Everything had been going so well.)

"Pam -"

"Jim -"

"If you're mad at me, I totally get it. I screwed up, super badly, and I know this is the last thing you wanted to happen -"

"If you don't listen to me, then -"

"If this is a setback for you -"

Pam kissed him, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't so overcome with relief that he forgot how to kiss her back for a few seconds.

"I'm not mad, Halpert." She pulled back, her hand sliding down his arm to hold his. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm a little peeved, but nowhere near the point where you should be getting worried. We're getting married tomorrow, Jim." She smiled and cupped his cheeks, looking like she was desperately trying not to smile and losing that battle. "I'm not going to get mad over something stupid like this."

"I love you," he said bluntly, looking at her with as much adoration as he could muster (it was a lot when it came to Pam).

"I love you too. Although, your toast? I expected it to be way funnier. Unfortunately, that's a dealbreaker."

"Normally, this is where I'd joke with you, Beesly, but honestly…" He grinned, placing his hands on her waist. "I kinda wanna start calling you Halpert."

"Tomorrow, Jim. I promise."

So! That's where I've gotten up to so far (that is, their wedding) and there's a high chance I'll wanna add more to this! Let me know any other "hidden scenes" you might wanna see while I'm still high on this ship. And let me know what you think! I always get nervous writing for new fandoms.