"You're a dirty cheat." Pam hissed as she passed Jim's desk.

Jim made an innocent face and the classic 'who me?' gesture. But he grinned as she walked on past.

Pam had been having trouble reaching some office supplies on the top shelf behind Stanley's desk when Jim had stepped behind her.

"Here. Let me help, Pam." He said nonchalantly, but so the whole office could hear. Then, without waiting for her to move, he'd leaned in, pressing his body against her back as he reached up to the shelf. Her breath caught then held as his chest and other various parts of his body, all hot and hard, pressed against her. He took a long time getting it down, keeping against her during the whole process. He had one arm coming around her, bracing on the shelf in front. From anyone else's viewpoint, he was touching her because he was precariously balanced.

He finally stepped back, but it took a moment for Pam to gather herself enough to turn around. He smiled at her, ignoring her slightly-glazed glare as he handed her the box. "Here ya go," he said helpfully and then walked away.

She got him back while he was talking to Kevin in the kitchen. He had taught her a few things about basketball, including picks which were where you planted yourself in the 'blind spot' of someone so that they'd run into you. She was a good student.

As there conversation began to wind to a close and Kevin turned away to leave the room, Pam hurried unseen to stand slightly behind Jim's elbow and planted her feet.

It all lasted just a few moments but it worked perfectly. Jim, oblivious to her presence, took a full step into her. She grabbed onto him as though to prevent herself from falling while his hands automatically latched onto her upper arms to steady her. She took full advantage, pressing her breasts into his chest and her stomach against his fly. She peeked up at him through her lashes.

He stared down at her with a look of both heat and amusement before he put his hands in the air in an exaggerated move to show he wasn't touching her. She didn't step immediately back, but took a moment to nestle closer against him, causing him to clench his eyes and his teeth shut, before stepping back. "Whoops," she said with complete insincerity, smiling up at him and batting her lashes.

Jim blew out a breath and fought the urge to drag her onto the Ladies Room couch. "Touche', Beesley," he acknowledged graciously. His gaze dropped downwards then returned to hers with a raffish grin. "You might want to stay in here for a while. It's not really cold enough to warrant that," He nodded towards her shirt.

Pam looked down. Sure enough, she was more than a tad bit nipply. She chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest, her breath catching as she rasped over sensitive nipples. She fiddled with her necklace and shrugged, "Well at least I have an excuse." She gave a subtle nod southwards herself. "I don't think any weather condition warrants that."

She had expected him to be embarrassed or something, but what he said just made her thighs clench.

Jim gave his semi-erect state a wry glance. "Oh, it's a condition alright." He raised intense, heated eyes to hers. "But it just so happens that I know the cure."

They stood there for a few moments breathless and looking at each other, which didn't help either of their conditions. They turned quickly, Jim opening the fridge quickly as and Pam taking a sudden interest in the cups as Stanley came in with an empty coffee cup. He didn't pay them any attention, but he was so slow.

Jim grabbed a yogurt cup and sat hunched over it at a table with his back to the door. "See ya' guys," she said nonchalantly and, grabbing a cup, turned towards the door back into the office, arms still crossed.

They sat at lunch in the local Subway and called each other out.

"You started it," she said laughingly after he called her 'evil'.

"Okay, fine," he conceded. "But you're not the one who had to wait ten minutes for a side effect to go away."

"Says you." She retorted and started gathering her trash. "You're just jealous that guys don't have cardigans to hide behind." His 'maybe' made her laugh. "I'll be right back," she said and headed to the ladies.

As she washed up, she thought how wonderfully frustrating these past few days had been. Well, it actually wavered between 'wonderful' and 'pain in the ass', but the game and the letters were so much fun. And tomorrow…she shivered and placed a hand over the ache in her belly, tomorrow was worth every minute.

She opened the restroom door and was immediately pushed back in. Jim closed and locked the door to the single restroom behind. "Jim, what…?"

He pulled her into his arms, "Just for a few minutes." He said, breathing fast. One arm held her close while the other cupped her cheek. "Just to hold me," he whispered as he leaned down. He covered her mouth with his as her fingers tunneled into his hair, tugging him even closer.

There were no gentle preliminaries to this kiss as his busy tongue demanded entrance, which she happily gave. They were ravenous for each other. Each reveled in the feel of the other, the taste; the pure emotion that came from being together even just like this.

Jim let out a loud groan as Pam sucked at his tongue. He returned the favor with equal before raising his head. He noticed with some surprise that he'd backed her into the wall. Her head fell back against it as they tried to gather their breaths. They clung to each other; her fingers kneaded his shoulders where her hands had fallen and his hands moving up and down her sides.

He felt like all the oxygen had left the room. "Sorry. Sorry." He gasped even as he leaned in for another lingering (though more chaste) kiss. "I guess I hit my threshold. I promise, no more until tomorrow."

She closed her eyes as he kissed her throat. "I accept your apology," she said wispily. Her entire body felt like it was throbbing. She moved her arms completely around his shoulders to hold him to her as he moved her shirt collar aside, "Is it tomorrow yet?"

They stilled as a knock came at the door. A youthful voice asked hesitantly. "Um, hello? My manager says you're not both allowed to be in there." Another knock. "Hello?"

They stood up, separating. Pam started giggling. Jim grinned at her as he ran both hands through his hair. He gestured to the door. "Ladies first."

She shook her head at his false gallantry and opened it to face a pimply teenage employee. "Sorry," she said and moved quickly past him.

Jim paused and smiled at the kid. He rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Women, huh?" he shook his head sadly as he walked past him. "Just can't go to a restroom by themselves."