As he started to blink himself awake in the morning, Jim felt the familiar warmth of someone in bed with him, but this felt different, as he hugged her tighter, Jim's memories of the night before flooded his mind and a smile emerged on his face. He kissed the top of her head and yawned as he felt her begin to

stir with her head still tucked into his chest and on his bicep.

"Morning." She peered up at him smiling, squinting as her contacts were not in, she pulled him close enough to press her lips gently to his, her hand reached down and grasped his cock which he hadn't even realized was hard, "wow, Jim, I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, but twice last night and now in the morning," she bit her lip now, her eyes playful and sultry.

Jim rolled his eyes a bit as she began stroking him, "you know I don't think that, plus, you'd be more believable if you weren't groping me."

Pam played shocked, "oh, so sorry, would you like me stop?"

Jim laughed, "god, no, although I keep expecting to wake up, this is even better than my dreams."

Pam kissed him again, "I bet I didn't have morning breath in those though."

Jim shrugged, "doesn't matter," as pressed his lips to hers again, he moaned as she bit his lip while stroking his cock. "Be careful, Pam," Jim grunted through his arousal, "I could get used to waking up like this."

Pam bit his lip again, "me too." Jim rolled quickly to his back to take off his t-shirt as Pam sat up and pulled Jim's old t-shirt off, Jim's eyes immediately noticing her soaked underwear. Pam blushed, "I've pretty much been like that since our first kiss yesterday." She arched her back and pulled them down, slipping them off her feet and showing them to Jim, "see."

Jim's mouth felt dry, his heart beating faster as he pulled his boxer briefs down, Pam was on him immediately, taking his cock in her hand again, licking the droplet of pre come off and then taking just the tip in her mouth, her tongue licking and swirling the head, Jim moaned, "shit, Pam, this will go quick, your tongue is also pretty fucking talented."

Pam's eyes shone as took his length in her mouth again, this time going down further and further, Jim felt his will to hold back weaken, "Pam, I don't know if I want this over so quick, but…"

Pam released his cock from her mouth with a pop and smiled at him, she then quickly straddled him, rubbing her wet center back and forth on his well salivated erection, her hands on his chest pushing herself back on him after every move forward. Jim couldn't take his eyes off of her eyes, the intensity he saw in them, he had never seen anything sexier in entire life. They stared into each other's eyes for some time as she continued to move over her his cock until she finally reached a hand behind his head and pulled it up, "Jim, use that talented tongue on me, please."

Her please nearly made him come undone, the sincerity in its desire and plea for action, he quickly took a gentle, but firm hold of one breast teased at the nipple before circling over and over again, he could hear the results of his work as she started humming in approval before vocalizing. "So good, Jim, so fucking good." Jim could feel becoming wetter as she moved on him, he switched to her other breast, again teasing the nipple and then circling methodically, his other hand reaching back and grasping her ass, reveling in the perfection of it, the softness of her skin, the fact that it was Pam getting off while rubbing herself on his erection.

Pam kept the motion steady as Jim now focused both hands on her nipples, rubbing each one in soft circular motions, he could feel her begin to tense up and her body tremble slightly. Jim raised his hips slightly, as he did so Pam's contact with him began to push her over the edge, he humming and occasional words now turning to shouting and groaning. "Baby, Jim, holy fuck, baby, so good, I'm gonna…fuck! Fuck!" Pam's movements became erratic and then her arms collapsed on his chest before the rest of her did. She cupped his cheeks with her hands, "damn, Halpert, so good."

She rested her head for a second, her hand already reaching down and stroking him, Jim groaned as she did, Pam smirked at him as she laid on her back, she pulled him over, "c'mon Jim, let's see if you can get me to come twice before breakfast."

Jim smiled, flat and wide, "challenge accepted." He reached over and grabbed a condom, Pam again yanked it from his hands and quickly opened it and placed it over his cock, Jim immediately arched his body over hers, his right hand going to her already swollen, red, and moist folds, his thumb finding her sensitive clit and rubbing it as he pushed himself into her again. His thumb kept busy as he thrust in and out of her, each time Pam gasping and offering small noises Jim would never forget and always try to duplicate.

Pam could do nothing but rake her fingernails on his back as pumped himself in and out of her, she swallowed for what felt like the hundredth time, her eyes beginning to roll back slightly. "Jim, yes, fuck my pussy, hard, fuck it hard Jim, fuck it hard for me."

Jim nearly came when he heard her swear, he had almost never heard her curse, and to hear it in their intimate moments was something he would cherish and never tell another soul, that was for his ears and his ears only. As Pam's nails scraped at the flesh of his back again, he felt his own release coming on, his thumb inadvertently pressed harder into Pam's clit as she shouted again.

Jim felt Pam's hips raising up and shaking as she became very vocal, "oh fuck, Jim, twice, before breakfast, Roy's record was one in a day, and even that was not always, sorry."

Before she could say anything else, Jim pressed his lips to hers again as he thrust even harder, one of Pam's hands now had a fist full of his hair as the other groped his hard ass, Jim bucked into her erratically, "Beesly, holy shit."

As Jim got up to dispose of the condom and clean up, Pam put on his old t-shirt again, smelling the sent of his fabric softener, her underwear was still wet, so she put on his boxer briefs, Jim laughed as he came out of his bathroom.

"God, Beesly, just when I thought you couldn't get any hotter, you do that. I'll have to put on a matching pair and my t-shirt."

As Jim slipped on his t-shirt, his phone buzzed, he picked it up, it was a text from Karen.

Karen: I will be at work on Monday, Ryan got the job. You will get a piece of my mind, Pam might too.

Pam saw a worried look on Jim's face, she walked over to him and put her arm around his waist, "what's wrong baby?" She kissed the back of his neck, Jim kissed her forehead, and showed her the text. Pam frowned, "I'm sorry, what do you want to do?"

Jim smiled at her, "don't be sorry, that will be uncomfortable, but this, this is worth it. You had to call off a wedding and deal with the fallout," Jim pulled her tightly to him. "You also had to do it alone, I at least have you with me, I'm sorry."

Pam reached up a single finger to his lips, "no apologies, no looking back, I needed that time and I'm glad I'm here with you for this. Plus, if we lie and tell everyone we're just friends and hanging out…"

Jim nodded, smiling, "I like where your mind is on this, Beesly, the longer we keep the office out of our relationship, the better. Michael G Scott is one hell of a third wheel. So…today, I have plans for us, so many plans. First though, is mini-golf, yet another way to do things I have great memories of doing with you, but now as a couple, I think Red Barn Mini Golf out past Clark's Summit might be perfect, close-ish, but far enough away."

Pam smiled and approached him, she pulled him tight to her, embracing him again as if making sure it was all real. "I kind of like that this is just us, no one knows, no one can say anything, and no hearing Michael asking us and others what the sex is like. One year, three of my questions in my yearly evaluation had to do with my sex life."

Jim shook his head, "I know, he still asks me about Katy, once in front of Karen. I did tell my friends, I hope that's okay."

Pam rolled her eyes, "of course that's okay, I texted my sister and mom, that's to be expected. What did your friends say? I hope they don't think I'm terrible?"

Jim laughed, "no, they kept trying to get me to ask you out again, despite my fears. They're both happy for me, Mark, my old roommate told me I smile like an idiot when I'm with you."

"That's a good thing?"

"Absolutely it is. It means I was happy looking without even knowing it, yet, I've known you make me happy since I met you."

Later in the day, Pam was taunting Jim as he squared up for the third hole of their mini golf game. "C'mon Ichabod, let's see you make that shot, I think you cheated last time and I'm watching you now."

Jim looked up and grinned, "people don't know about this side of you, it's kind of scary."

Pam smiled at him, "it's reserved for my family, before you, really only my sister and parents, not even Roy, he did all the wining and tantrum throwing, so feel special."

Jim hit the ball as it went down the tube, over a ramp, and off a bumper into the hole. "Hole in one, and I do feel special, I love that we can be ourselves with each other."

Pam squared up for her next shot, she hit the ball too hard and it ricocheted off a metal bumper and returned to her. "Dammit, this is rigged, this is rigged."

Jim laughed, "you need to get on your game, I'm killing you right now."

Pam scowled, "careful Halpert, or this pencil will join the other one in the collection of things I've thrown at you."

Jim preceded to win, Pam frowned a little, but still had fun and kissed him back affectionately when he kissed her after she lost. Jim kept his arm on her side, "Pam, look over there, it's Packer."

Pam turned her head to see Packer playing with a young girl, as they watched him, he missed a shot and threw his putter over the fence and started screaming obscenities. "Damn, he's a worse loser than you are."

After mini golf, they went to Rosario's Italian Pizzeria, they ordered two small pies to share, Jim kept playfully slapping her hand as she tried to steal all the olives off the pies. "Beesly, I thought you'd learned your lesson by now, no more stealing."

Pam pouted, batting her eyelashes, "c'mon Jim, I'm not hungry but I love olives, these ones are good."

Jim sighed, "okay, I'll give in, I obviously have a weakness for you." As Jim said this, Pam wiped away a tear. "Did I do something wrong?"

Pam shook her head as a few more tears welled up in her eyes, "no baby, I'm just happy. Roy never put me first, ever. When I was with him, I thought it was my fault that things didn't feel like love, like I was wanting too much. But now, with you, two dates and I feel so much more, I feel happy, I never really had that with Roy, I wasted so much time just because it felt comfortable and I was scared to leave him."

Jim pulled her close again, he kissed her softly, "hey, silver lining, someone else could have taken you, this way, I met you, we realized we had feelings, and we finally got together. And, if you're wondering, I'm fine if you would like to stay the night again, or whatever you want, but just so you know, I don't think I'll ever get to the point that I don't want to spend every minute with you."

Pam kissed him softly on his cheek, "would you mind if you spent the night at my place tonight?"

"Of course not, that would be awesome. We can just stop by my place and get your things and I'll grab a few things."

After retrieving what each of them needed from Jim's apartment, the returned to Pam's, the first thing each of them saw were the flowers Jim had bought for their first date. Jim smiled as he saw them, knowing that they meant a lot because Roy normally only bought her flowers when he was in trouble. Pam made cinnamon rolls, from a can, but Jim didn't care, she could burn them or undercook them and he would gladly eat them just to be there with her, in her apartment, at the precise time.

Jim's phone buzzed, he reached for it and groaned after seeing it, "oh shit."

Pam's eyes went wide, "Karen again?"

Jim shook his head no and smiled, "thank God no, but it is still tricky, it was from my mom, she knows we went on a date, and she is getting ballsy in her advanced age, she would like us to join them for Memorial Day, which we totally don't have to do."

Pam smiled and then kissed him, "I could get used to being asked my opinion in a relationship. My parents will be out of town and I'm nervous, but I want to meet your family."

"They can be a bit much, my mom is direct, Larissa is opinionated, my dad is laid back and awesome, and my brothers are the biggest horses' asses to ever walk the earth."

"It's okay, I want to meet them, I'm ready, which is weird since we've never ended our first date," Pam blushed slightly as she said that, and then bit her lip, "but I used to imagine what being part of your family would be like, only because you are so nice and funny and Roy's family is more into downing as many beers as possible and being on boats, which kind of sounds fun, but it's not, it's really not."

Jim grinned, "you used to imagine it?"

"Yeah, again, I was definitely suppressing how I felt about you, but I would think how nice it would be to be with you, but I also told myself I had made my decision, God, so glad the past year happened, it was hard, so hard at times, but I know what I want, who I want to be, and that's a big improvement."