10. Cheiro no Cangote - to gently nuzzle your lover's neck with the tip of your nose (Portugese)

Valentine's Day, 2011

At the second to last stoplight from their house, Pam looked over to Jim and smiled to herself. Sure, the camera crew knew that they hooked up in the closet, what the camera crew didn't know was last month they had decided to start trying for a second baby.

"I mean, when you think about it, it's actually kind of weird we hadn't done it in the office," Jim said, seeming to pick up on her thoughts. "Not for a lack of thinking about it the last seven years."

Pam giggled, "Seven years, huh? So you were fantasizing about doing it with an engaged woman in your place of work?"

"My thoughts about you during that time were totally PG," he said, feigning offense. He looked to Pam's skeptical face and half smiled, "Fine, PG13. I mostly thought about where I wouldn't mind kissing you. Near the vending machine of the break room always crossed my mind, also the corner of the conference room."

Jim pulled into their garage, it was 5:15 and Pam's mom had text earlier that she'd bring home Cece sometime between 6 and 6:30. Normally Pam would use this time to get some much needed cleaning done but while unbuckling her seat belt she looked to Jim, simultaneously adorable and sexy with his hair still mussed and tie askew from earlier. His hand on the door handle, he looked to Pam and knitted his brows. "What is it?"

"You know the other place we haven't ever done it?" Pam said with a sly grin.

"Where?"

"In this car."

Jim smiled a mischievous grin to match hers, his hand left the door handle and, once he turned in his seat, was soon caressing her cheek.

"Get in the back," Pam demanded a little breathlessly once their lips parted, and she tried not to laugh as Jim obliged, all long awkward limbs climbing over the console. Once he was seated behind her, she pressed the button on the side of her seat forward.

"Ah, okay, moving the seats up, nice," Jim said. "I've never really gotten the hang of car sex, by the way, I don't exactly have the frame for it."

Pam bit her lip before blurting out that she had plenty of experience with car sex, most of her and Roy's intimate encounters for the first couple years of their relationship took place in his truck bed or in the backseat of her old Honda Accord. Of course, there was no baby seat to contend with then, Pam thought as she crawled over the console and ended up squished between Jim and Cece's seat.

"Alright, here we are, so what now, Ms Beesly." Jim said putting his arm around her shoulder.

Pam smirked and gave Jim a couple kisses before whispering in his ear. "Put your hands on me, Jim."

He kissed and nipped at her neck before freezing and lifting his head, "Did you ... just quote Titanic?"

Pam giggled, "Let's fog up these windows good."

"Stop it, that isn't sexy," Jim whined.

"What is not sexy about young Kate and Leo?" Pam replied. Jim only rolled his eyes. "You know you've rubbed one out to the drawing scene."

"I refuse to confirm that statement."

"Ah, but you don't deny it," Pam said. "I don't blame you, I mean her boobs looked amazing."

"I prefer these boobs though," Jim said, who without Pam realizing it had undone her shirt and was now cupping her breast, his thumb softly brushing over the fabric causing her nipple to tighten underneath. "Also I should amend my previous statement that I only had PG13 thoughts about you when you were previously engaged. Because I definitely thought about these breasts often."

"Well in the spirit of honestly, I confess to having some non-work appropriate thoughts about you before we got together."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah I thought about your hands a lot, how they'd feel on my skin, what they'd do when they got to certain places. Same with your lips." Pam kept her eyes locked with his as she undid his belt and zipper. "I also may have thought about this," she reached down beneath the elastic waistband to take him in her hand.

"What did you think about?" he replied with a deep breath.

She smirked as he started to become hard in just a couple strokes, "Well, at first it was things like size and shape, like if you were a model in a life drawing class, how would I draw and shade it."

"Sounds very technical," he said, trying to speak normally but his heavy breaths betrayed him.

"Then I thought about how would you liked to be touched, and who would like to touch you and if maybe I was one of those people."

"I think you know the answer to that," he said, letting out slight gasps as Pam started to kiss his neck, her hand moving quicker.

"And I would think about how you would feel inside me," she whispered.

He let out a grunt and then grabbed her wrist to still it. "Listen this is really great but I believed I was promised car sex, not car handjob."

"Fine then," Pam said, lifting her hips and reaching under her skirt, quickly slipping her panties down her legs and over her shoes.

Jim's wide eyes snapped to her hand with the small bunch of pink cotton. "Okay, that is the now the 2nd time you've done that today and you are shockingly good at it."

She laughed and tossed the ball of fabric to the front, then grabbed the back of the passenger seat to pull herself up, turning and lifting her left knee then setting it back down on the seat so she was now straddling his lap. In the process he had pulled his slacks and boxers down to his knees, and his hands were sliding up Pam's thighs, pushing her skirt up over her hips. Now Pam was the one breathing heavy as Jim moved his hand between her legs, his fingers making long deliberate strokes.

"God Pam, you're so..." She interrupted his words with her lips and lifted herself up on her knees and scooted forward, both of them moaning as she lowered down onto him. She stayed still for a moment before starting to rotate her lower half, lifting up and sinking back down slowly. His large hands were soon holding her hips, helping set a faster, more consistent pace. She kept one hand on the head rest behind him while the other snaked between them until her fingers reached where she needed it.

Their panting and moaning got louder and the rhythm got faster and Pam moved her hand away to grip the top of the seat and steady herself.

"Are you close?" Jim stammered between breaths. She let a little moan intended to be a 'yes' and he slowed his pace for a moment. "Look at me," he whispered.

She obliged and lifted her head, and his eyes didn't break away from hers as his hand slipped back between them.

"I want to watch you come," he said in a low, gravely voice.

She couldn't help but smile a little; their little rendezvous in the closet was fun but it was also rushed, she kept her face buried in her chest and her fingers in his hair as he thrusted quickly, both of them trying to be as quiet as possible.

But now they could take their time, make all the noise they wanted. She was a little amazed at how he had perfected his strokes over the years, knew exactly what pressure and rhythm she needed and liked. His fingers continued to work her as she started to shake then cried out loudly, and with a couple more thrusts he joined her falling over the edge. His face was buried in the crook of her neck and she turned so her nose was in his soft hair, breathing in the almost intoxicating combo of shampoo and just him.

"That was amazing," he said once his breathing slowed. "You're amazing."

She lifted her head and chuckled at his now hopelessly messy hair before giving him a long kiss.

"We are definitely going to come out of that with a baby," he added.

"Oh my god," Pam said giggling.

"You know they say the more the woman is into it at conception, the more likely she will have a boy." Jim said as Pam carefully climbed off of him.

Pam's jaw dropped and she scoffed while pulling down her skirt, "Who said that?"

"I don't know, they did." Jim said, lifting his rear to pull up his pants. "So, you know, if it's a boy we'll know this was the moment."

"And if it's a girl we'll know the supply closet was the moment," Pam retorted, buttoning her shirt.

Jim snapped his face to her and she gave a small shrug. "That almost feels like some kind of slight, Beesly."

"Not a slight, it was fun, but it was, you know, not an ideal setting," She stammered, worried now she had insulted him. "We did the best we could considering Meredith and Kevin were mere feet away."

He left out a soft chuckle and Pam's felt relief. "Yeah, and you're right, work closets and backseats aren't nearly as good as our bed."

"Or our shower," Pam said with a smirk.

The grin slowly spread across Jim's face and he took a peek at his watch. "I propose we hit up one of those places before your mom brings Cece home."

"I accept your proposal," Pam said, and they all but fell out of the car and clamored to the door between the garage to the house.

Jim put the key into the deadbolt, which was notoriously sticky and after a few unsuccessful key jiggles, he stepped aside, "I forget, you have the magic touch."

"Yes, I do," Pam said with laugh and stepped in front of Jim, carefully turning the key until it's started to give way. Just then Jim's lips were on that spot behind her ear, his hand on her stomach slipping down under the waist band of her skirt. She briefly blushed at recalling her underwear was still in the footwell of the passenger seat and then was shocked she didn't snap the key off in the deadbolt when his fingers found her very slick and highly sensitive.

"I have the magic touch in a few other areas though," his husky voice vibrated in her ear and she nearly came apart right then. She turned and all but yanked his face down to hers, and she has no idea how they got into the house without falling over.

They didn't make it to the bed or the shower, but the couch proved to be an acceptable alternative.

(And four months later at Pam's ultrasound, Jim couldn't hide his smirk when the technician said they were having a boy)

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