Chapter 10 (Pam's POV):
Pam had been so wrapped up in her own ecstasy that she didn't even realize that Jim was having an orgasm until she finally opened her eyes and saw the expression on his face. His eyes rolled backward a bit and he let out a loud-for-Jim but still pretty soft groan. Pam watched him carefully, fascinated- she couldn't take her eyes off of him. Seeing him get off was so hot. And after the ridiculous amount of pleasure he'd bestowed on her body, he more than deserved some of his own.
As soon as he was done, Jim carefully pulled out, trembling a little. He then bent his elbow and sort of half-rolled until he was lying on his side, facing her. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"Hey, I'll be right back, okay?" he mumbled, softly stroking her face with his fingertips. With that, Jim popped up, then stood still for a few seconds as he eased off the condom, gripping it in his hand. He gestured towards the hallway, indicating that he would be going to the bathroom to dispose of it.
Pam took the opportunity to watch Jim Halpert walk away from her, completely naked. Damn. His butt was the first thing she stared at; it was every bit as nice as she'd expected, and she expected a lot. She'd checked it out countless times as he walked away from her reception desk- back when she was with Roy she did it unconsciously, and then stealthily, but more recently she had been pretty blatant about it, not even caring if Karen saw her (though Pam didn't think she ever did). It was so much sexier exposed than covered up by his work slacks. She took in Jim's long and lean legs before moving her eyes back up to view his narrow hips, his back, his deceptively broad shoulders. God, what an absolutely gorgeous man.
As Jim disappeared from view, Pam stretched out on the bed, happy and exhilarated and exhausted and completely, almost overwhelmingly satisfied. Without him around for the next minute or two, she quickly refocused her attention, from the looks of Jim's body to instead what he'd been able to do with it as she fantasized about the last couple of hours.
So this is what mind-blowing sex feels like. Finally. She was hot, flushed, and throbbing everywhere. Her heartbeat felt like it was originating from at least three different places. Except that each pulse was just another wave of pleasure that coursed through her, relaxing her in ways she'd never felt before. He'd mentally relaxed her, too- while she had been really nervous at first, Jim had this way- like he always had- of putting her at ease. It helped that the sex was so slow and tender and careful at first- it allowed the reality of it to sink in and for Pam to get used to something that was really foreign- being with anyone other than her ex-fiancé- plus, it just felt so good. She hated to make comparisons between Jim and Roy, because Roy wasn't a terrible guy and she knew she hurt him and she felt bad for that. But really, there was no comparison. Not that she had any desire to focus on anyone but Jim right now.
In bed, Jim was so- gentle, attentive, patient, selfless- the same way he was with her everywhere else. And yet- he possessed a fierce determination and persistence and passion, too, one that she rarely saw from him at Dunder-Mifflin. One that made her realize that he needed to do something else with his career, something that excited and stimulated him more than selling paper. But it was a double-edged sword, because she also wanted to continue to see him at work every day.
Though of course what made Jim so incredible in bed, what made just now so spectacular, was the fact that she was in love with him. When she was still with Roy, she loved him, of course, but she'd fallen out of love with him a long time ago- it just took Jim to make her realize it. But this- but tonight- it was Jim. This was monumental. She had a feeling she'd be thinking about the last several hours for a long, long, time.
It was a good thing that Pam obviously didn't know until now what she had been missing. Now that she knew, she'd never be able to settle for less. Hopefully Jim was planning to stick around for a while so she wouldn't have to.
When Jim came back into view a couple of minutes later, Pam's gaze was immediately drawn back to Jim's naked body. She'd never seen so much of his skin before- sure, being friends as long as they were, she'd had the opportunity to witness him quickly change shirts or whatever, but she'd never gotten to really see it. Her breath hitched. Six-foot-three inches of long, extra-lean muscle slowly made its way towards her.
She just stared. Wow.
She stared at Jim's chest, at the modest arrangement of his chest hair. She stared at his taut stomach, flatter than hers would ever be, that was for sure. She stared at the little lines that protruded on either side right where his trunk met his hips; there was no sexier line she had ever seen on a guy, she was convinced (though she may have been biased because Roy was heavier, so on him they didn't show up very well). And when Pam followed those lines downward with her eyes, she noticed that Jim still had an erection. Damn. Her eyes kept moving, taking in his sexy, hairy thighs and calves before returning her gaze up to his face.
Pam raised an eyebrow and gave him a shocked look in combination with an embarrassed smile as Jim flushed at her obvious ogling. He finished his trek to the bed, slowly getting on it to lie down next to her. "Like what you see, Beesly?" he asked her teasingly.
Pam giggled softly. "Maybe. Though I dunno- I still think you might look hotter in the Dwight outfit. Especially with the glasses." She ribbed him back.
Jim chuckled. "Oh, really? Well, I'll be sure to wear them when we're at my place."
Pam's heart skipped a beat. Part of it was what he said- that it was just assumed that they would be doing this again soon somewhere else- and she loved that he was feeling confident enough in them to say that. But also the way he just sounded so casual about it, like he didn't give it a second thought. She nodded approvingly. "All right, sounds sexy," she said.
Jim laughed again. "Did you really just bring up Dwight Schrute?"
Pam's smile distorted slightly as she thought about why it might have occurred to her to broach the topic of their coworkers. "Well, if we do decide to go in tomorrow, we're going to have to see him- and everyone else- in about," she glanced at the clock by her bedstand, which read 3:17 am, "five hours. We need to figure out what we're going to say."
"What we're going to say?" Jim teased her. "You're the one with a dozen roses by her desk."
Oh, that's right, Pam thought. She had completely forgotten to take the roses home- she'd been a little, uh, distracted- so there was ample evidence that she had had at least some sort of romantic encounter. Of course she was the one that was going to be pestered the most.
"Oh," she began softly. "I mean- I guess, um, what I'm going to say, then," she said. "So, um- what- what do you want me to say?" Pam wasn't sure if Jim wanted people at the office to know the truth. Considering that he was with Karen as recently as this afternoon, it would make sense if Jim wanted her to keep them quiet for a while.
In response, Jim kissed her square on the lips. He had obviously taken advantage of the bottle of Listerine she kept on her bathroom sink- because his breath was minty fresh. Suddenly, Pam felt self-conscious about her own breath- God knows she'd consumed enough garlic and onion tonight. Of course, she'd brought mints on their date, but hadn't even gotten a chance to use them, since Jim's first kisses had caught her so much by surprise. Still, Jim didn't seem to mind.
"Say whatever you want," Jim said as he pulled away a few moments later. "I'm more than willing to deal with the harassment if it means that I can say we're together. I mean, things at work might suck in the short-term, because I'm not looking to hurt Karen, but I don't want to lie, either. But if you're not ready to say anything yet, I understand."
Pam grinned. He was so sweet. And cute. We're together. Knowing how he felt gave her strength. And she didn't want to lie to anyone either. "Well, I'll just be honest, then, when someone asks," she said. She jabbed a bit at his ribs with her elbow. "So, we're together, huh?"
"Oh, you thought that all of this," Jim jokingly said as he gestured to his still-naked body, "was only for one night? C'mon, Beesly, I would never deprive you like that."
She couldn't argue with that. Deprive didn't seem to be in Jim's vocabulary, at least not from what she'd experienced so far. But she decided to tease him anyway. "Well, the night's not over yet," she said. "You could still deprive me. After all, you're already starting to turn me on again," she gestured to his still-naked body this time, "and we've already used the condom you so thoughtfully brought along."
Not that Pam was actually upset that Jim had provided the prophylactic. She had long since gone off of the pill, and she'd never bothered to buy anything else since there wasn't anyone besides Jim that she wanted to sleep with (and given his long-term relationship with another woman she certainly didn't anticipate this happening). That said, she was now going to go out and buy herself a gigantic box of condoms- because he'd only begun to whet her sexual appetite, especially now that she knew what to expect. Or perhaps she could go back on the pill- she still had a week or two's worth left; it would be enough to get her through to a gynecologist's appointment if she called and made one soon. That would be a nice surprise for Jim. Suddenly she couldn't stop imagining what things would be like with no barrier, with nothing at all, between them.
Jim's voice pulled her out of her daydream. "I have another one, actually," he said in a soft voice, though his look was devilish.
Pam's eyebrows lifted. "Wow, overconfident much, Halpert?"
Jim shook his head, his mischievous façade quickly fading. "Not overconfident. Just prepared. And- hopeful, I guess." He placed his hand on the curve of her hip. "I mean, I'd be absolutely kicking myself if I wasn't ready for whatever you wanted."
Whatever she wanted. She wasn't sure the last time she'd heard those words from Roy. In that moment, Pam was just so proud of herself. For ending things with Roy, for realizing that she deserved a relationship that wasn't based on convenience. For telling Jim the truth.
"Whatever I want, huh?" she asked him slyly. She leaned over and gave him a kiss.
An hour and a half later, they both decided they were definitely calling out of work today. Pam planned to call in an hour or so saying she wasn't feeling well (she was going to try to sound hungover, even though that wasn't the best excuse for missing work, simply because that seemed like a reason that Michael could buy upon viewing her flowers without necessarily linking it to Jim). Jim said he'd wait until closer to 8 to call and take a vacation day, citing he was tired (which he was) and wanted a three-day weekend after his interview. They hoped that things would be a bit calmer at the office- at least as far as Karen was concerned- if they waited until Monday to show up, even though they both knew the rumor mill would be swirling overtime today.
Jim was spooning her on her bed when Pam suddenly spoke up. "You know what else I want?" Man, this trying to be more honest lately stuff was amazing.
"What's that?" Jim softly stroked her hair near her neck as he whispered near her ear, giving her goosebumps.
"I want you to stay here for the weekend," she said, turning her head so that she could see him.
Jim nodded. "Sure," he said, in the easygoing voice that he almost always uses, like what she asked him was nothing out of the ordinary at all. He squeezed her a little tighter. "You might regret you said that Beesly, I'm going to be hard to get rid of, like cockroaches. Or herpes."
Pam giggled. "Wow, you paint such a pretty picture. I won't regret saying it, though."
Jim spoke cheerfully. "You're the artist, Pam. I didn't bring a change of clothes; I hope that's okay."
Pam stopped laughing but couldn't manage to wipe the smile from her face. "I don't see that being a problem. But you're going to have to venture out for more condoms at some point anyway, Mr. Overprepared, so you can swing home and grab some clothes, too."
"Fair point," Jim conceded, squeezing her again.
Pam couldn't think of a better place to be at that moment than lying there, spooning with Jim, relaxed and happy, knowing that he'd be there for three more days. She was sure that they'd talk a lot this weekend, probably about how much they'd hurt each other and how sorry they both were for it, but for now Pam was just glad that they were finally here.
And on Monday they'd go into the office, having three days to have prepared for the work onslaught. Interrogating questions from Dwight, judgmental derision from Angela, inappropriate comments from Michael, unabashed perviness from Kevin, of course, whatever wrath that Karen had in store for them (and rightfully so, really). Answering questions, evading looks, and getting used to utter mortification and embarrassment, at least until their relationship became old news, which would probably be a while.
Working at Dunder-Mifflin was never going to be the same again.
But then Pam thought about the other side of it. How she'd be able to gaze at Jim all throughout the day, how she'd be able to watch him walk away from reception knowing exactly how his butt looks beneath his work pants; how they'd be able to exchange smiles and expressions at their desks that would mean more than anyone would ever know; how they'd be able to sneak occasional kisses in the break room; how they might even be able find themselves in the deserted storage room when no one was around and fulfill one of Pam's wildest fantasies.
And she realized that Dunder-Mifflin never being the same again was actually a great thing.