Pam knew they needed to get back to their desks but still she sat there, gazing into Jim's eyes as he gently stroked the palm of her hand with his thumb. How many times had Roy tried to persuade her to meet him in the back of the warehouse? The idea never appealed to her and she would refuse every time, telling Roy that they're not in high school anymore. But now what was she doing? She was sitting on the floor of a supply closet, hoping Jim will try to do more than just kiss her. She loved that Jim brought out this adventurous side of her. She smiled.

"What?" Jim smiled back, turning his head slightly.

"Nothing," Pam answered playfully.

Sensing Jim wasn't going to try anything more, she stood up and reached for the door handle.

"We should probably get--"

Jim cut her off as he reached up and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap.

"Hey!" Pam giggled and pretended to protest.

"Did you think you were going somewhere, Beesly?" Jim said as he wrapped his arms around her gently but securely.

Pam squirmed under Jim's embrace trying to break free. Her giggles turned into hearty laughs as Jim began tickling her around her waist.

"Stop!" Pam squealed. "Someone's gonna hear us!"

This only made Jim persist more.

Pam threatened, "You are SO going to pay for this!"

Pam's face was bright red and her eyes were filled with tears from laughing so hard. Sensing Jim's grip weakening, Pam maneuvered herself squarely on his lap, her legs straddling his. She grabbed his wrists and held them against his chest as she moved in closer.

"Now whatcha gonna do, Halpert?" She smiled, finally catching her breath.

Jim had no intention of resisting. Pam knew it too.

"Oh, you're no fun," Pam pouted, not quite being able to mask her smile.

Jim looked at Pam, her face still flushed and warm, and admired how radiant she looked.

He smiled and said, "Oh, I can be VERY fun, Pam."

Jim leaned forward, his arms still pinned against his chest and began kissing Pam's neck. She lifted her chin up and closed her eyes. The mood had quickly shifted. She let go of Jim's wrists and ran her fingers through his hair, sighing softly. Jim wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back as he began kissing down her neck to her collarbone. He stopped and gently ran his fingers over the top of her chest, just above the neckline of her shirt. He looked up into her eyes as he started unbuttoning each button slowly. After the third button, he looked down and saw soft, white skin peaking out from above a pink lace bra. He watched as her chest gently rose and fell to the rhythm of her breathing. He leaned in and kissed her chest as he finished unbuttoning her shirt. He then pushed the fabric away and ran his hands over her stomach, moving up until his hands gently grazed over her breasts. He could feel the firmness of her nipples through her bra and he wondered if Pam could feel what it was doing to him.

He then reached up and slid her blouse down off her shoulders. It fell behind her as Jim reached around and unhooked her bra.

"God, you're beautiful," Jim whispered, and her bra fell away from her body. The sight of her breasts overwhelmed him a little and he had to catch his breath.

Pam reached for Jim's hands and placed them on her. He gently caressed her and ran his thumbs over her nipples. Now she was the one trying to catch her breath. Jim slid his hands down to Pam's hips as he leaned forward and put his mouth on her nipples, slowly sliding his tongue around each one. Pam could feel Jim hard beneath her. She moved her knees farther apart, causing her skirt to raise up to above her hips. She crept in closer to Jim's body, positioning herself directly on top of him. Her body responded to the pressure she felt and she ached for Jim to be inside of her.

Despite their growing urgency for each other, neither one of them wanted their first time together to be in a supply closet. Maybe for future trysts, but not the first time. Jim spoke first.

"Pam," He said softly. "You have no idea how badly I want this right now."

"I think I have an idea," Pam said as she grinded her hips over Jim, only making his desire for her more evident.

"Oh, wow," He took a deep breath. "But listen, I think we should."

"Yeah, I know. We're going to see each other tonight, right? Let's stay at your place and order-in. I'll even cook you breakfast in the morning," Pam said as she kissed at Jim's neck and nibbled a little at his earlobe.

"Pam, you are amazing."

"You have no idea," she said as she stood up and began putting her bra and blouse back on.

Jim watched her as she got dressed. He absolutely adored her.

"What?" Pam noticed Jim staring.

"I love you, Pam."

Pam kneeled back down, fully clothed now, and kissed him.

"I love you too, Jim. I'm sorry I never told you sooner."

"I always knew you did."

"Oh you did, did you?" Pam laughed.

"You've wanted me since the day you started. Don't deny it," Jim teased.

They laughed together but stopped suddenly when they heard a noise outside the door. They saw the door handle move slightly then heard Dwight's voice.

"Alright, who locked this door?" He paused. "Is somebody in there? I can hear you breathing. I have the ears of a mongoose."

Pam looked over at Jim and mouthed, "A mongoose?" They stifled a laugh.

"Come out immediately or I will be forced to break this door down. And don't think I won't do it."

Using his best martial arts skills, Dwight posed with his hands up, elbows bent, and right leg cocked in a position to kick the door down.

Pam looked at Jim as if to ask "Wwhat should we do?" Jim smiled at Pam. She didn't know what he was going to do, but she felt reassured. They stood up, Jim unlocked the door and they both casually walked out.

Dwight stood up straight and looked at them with a sinister pleasure.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

"Hi, Dwight," Jim replied as he stood with his hands in his pocket, not looking at all concerned.

Clearly disappointed that Jim and Pam weren't acting at all worried that they were caught, Dwight continued, "You know, you two, as I am the honorary volunteer corporal in charge of assisting all activities involving security and otherwise, you know it's my duty to report this serious malfeasance to Michael."

He narrowed his eyes and grinned. He's been waiting for a long time to catch Jim. And now that day had come.

"Yeah, before you do that," Jim began, "I was wondering if you knew who this belonged to?"

He motioned to Pam and she quickly displayed on her hand the fish earring she had found on the floor.

Dwight stared at the earring and as if he forgot Jim and Pam were there, he smiled and took the earring from her. He knew he would be rewarded greatly for finding it. Suddenly he looked up, pursed his lips and resigned himself to the realization that he'd have to let the perpetrators go free in order to conceal his own love affair.

"You're free to go. THIS time. But I'll be watching you. That is all."

"Thanks, Dwight," Jim said as he put his hand on Dwight's shoulder. Dwight quickly pushed it away.

Jim smiled and motioned his hand forward.

"After you, Beesly."

"Why thank you," Pam replied with a slight curtsy.

Dwight watched them as they walked away. He could hear them laughing.