May 2005

Sabre Art Gallery, Soho, New York

Freakin' Jim wasn't picking up his phone. He probably let it die again.

Now Pam was stuck at the gallery until God knows when waiting on a sculpture that was being flown in from Ljubljana and no way to reach Jim to let him know she wouldn't be able to meet him for dinner.

Damn it.

She wasn't even supposed to be working late tonight. Holly had remembered at the last minute that a shipment was coming in.

She'd remembered it ten minutes after Michael had left after practically skipping around the office, reminding Holly and Pam of his stand up comedy performance that evening.

"Go," Pam had told Holly, seeing her boss's face fall as she realized she'd miss her boyfriend's performance. "I'll wait for the shipment."

Holly had hugged Pam, apologized, and happily left at 7. And Pam, remembering her dinner plans with her own better half, had dialed his phone.

Which he wasn't picking up.

Because he had a tendency to forget to charge it.

She loved him. She did. She'd always loved him, her whole life, in one capacity or another.

But when you know someone all your life, you know their flaws. You know they are imperfect.

Jim, bless him, was far from perfect.

Frustrated, Pam blew her bangs out of her eyes, punching his number on speed dial again.

"Hi, you've reached Jim Halpert. Or, more specifically, you've reached Jim Halpert's voicemail. Please leave a message and I'll return your call. Jim, that is, not my voicemail. Because voicemail can't make calls. Thanks."

"Hey, dork," Pam began, "you let your phone die again and I'm trying to reach you to tell you I can't meet for dinner because I have to wait all night here for some shipment from an unpronounceable city in Central Eur-"

A sharp knock sounded on the gallery's window. Pam whirled around, panic seizing her chest for a moment, then breaking out in a grin when she saw his face outside.

"Dork," she said again, into the phone, smiling.

She strode across the floor and unlocked the door, ushering him in.

'Do you ever charge your phone?" she greeted him.

Jim rolled his eyes. He'd been hearing her bitching about his lack of phone-charging ability since cell phones became a part of their lives, midway through college. It hadn't changed since they'd started dating.

Except now he could invoke the most wonderful of conversation stoppers - the Shut Up Kiss.

As Pam opened her mouth to continue her good natured berating, Jim swooped down and captured her lips with his, effectively quieting the impending rant. She struggled indignantly, for a moment, just for show, then surrendered with a sigh, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting him lift her off the floor.

"What are you doing here?" she mumbled into his neck as he detached himself from her mouth, but still kept her feet dangling.

He laughed. "When Bossy Beesly didn't call to tell me where we were going for dinner, I figured you had to work late, so I thought I'd come see if I could be of any assistance."

Assistance, her Aunt Fanny. She knew what that meant.

"Assistance?" she queried, raising an eyebrow as Jim finally placed her back on the ground. "Might that be code for 'copping a feel in the storeroom,' Mr. Halpert?"

Nope. Copping a feel was definitely not his goal.

"Why, Ms. Beesly," Jim murmured, leaning to trace his tongue around the edge of her earlobe. (Fuck, that felt good, she thought) "You wound me."

Pam just groaned. Jim smirked into her hair. He knew how to get the goosebumps rising on her skin.

It made something of his rise too.

"Oh, so you - ah!" she cried out, scrabbling for a grip of his shirt as the tip of Jim's tongue traced the cord of muscle down the side of her neck. "…don't want to cop a feel?"

He shook his head, running his hand up the back of her leg, beneath her skirt - no stockings, he loved late spring - up, up, up her thigh…

"Nope," Jim whispered hotly into Pam's ear - fuck, he was making her so wet - "I want so much more."

Guh. She really wanted to know who had taught Jim to do that, to talk in a way that sent his words right from his mouth to her clit. Just hearing him talk sometimes turned her on more than any other guy she'd ever, well, more-than-talked with.

Using every bit of resistance, she pushed away from him, walking backward, her mouth curling up in a half-smile.

"Shipment," she intoned. "From Europe. The plane isn't even scheduled to land until 9:50."

Jim nodded sagely. "I see…"

He missed her. He reached for her.

Pam ducked, teasing him.

"I really should get some work done," she informed him, sighing resolutely. "I think there's plenty of inventory to be done in the back. Will you help me?"

She whirled on her heel and walked briskly toward the store room, swishing her hips and her hair. Jim watched her ass in her black pencil skirt for a moment, then rushed after her.

When he reached the dimly lit store room, with bubble wrapped canvases and sculptures on racks and shelves all around them, Pam actually was reaching up on her toes to place a small canvas on to a shelf above her head.

Jim stood for a minute, watching as she stretched to reach the shelf. He watched her back arch, her skirt shift up on her hips as she stood on her toes. He watched her breasts strain against the fabric of the striped button down shirt she wore as she reached her arm over her head, just barely missing the shelf. His penis stirred impatiently in his pants, demanding attention.

Silently, he came up behind her, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her back against him. She could feel his growing erection against her back as he reached up and took the canvas from her hand, placing it easily on the shelf above their heads.

"Show off," Pam mumbled, letting the arm that had been reaching up fall back around his neck and arching her head against his chest.

Jim took the cue, ducking his head down to nibble roughly at her collarbone, unbuttoning her blouse to expose more of her skin to him, revealing a white cotton bra with blue rosebuds. He could already see her nipples straining against the fabric and he pulled her ass even harder against him, letting her feel what she did to him.

"I want you," he demanded. "Now."

Pam arched her back, pressing her ass into his crotch and moving up and down a bit, rubbing against him.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he swore. "You make me so goddamn hard."

She smirked to herself, preening at the power she had over him.

"Come here," Jim groaned, spinning her around in his grip and crushing his lips to hers. She felt an almost bruising pressure for a second, then he eased up, letting a hard kiss because softer, but wet, intense, long. Long, so long…

Long like his penis, hard and throbbing, the tip barely staying within the confines of his waistband as it strained upward.

Long like her fingers, stroking up and down his length over his pants, teasing him with feather light touches as her other hand gripped the back of his neck.

Long like the amount of time he wanted to love her, minutes stretching into hours, hours stretching into days, days stretching into weeks, weeks stretching into years, just love…Pam….love….Pam….love….

Oh god. He felt himself sinking as she pulled them down to the floor.

Jim tried to lay her down beneath him, but she shook her head, pushing her on to his back and straddling him.

"On top, huh?" he teased, reaching his hand up under her skirt to brush his knuckles over the front of her underwear. She was so warm, already, and wet. He slipped two fingers beneath the crotch of her panties and pushed them into her.

"God!" Pam cried out, as his fingers entered her. She felt herself clenching and thrust against his hand, greedy for more. She wanted to feel him completely. His hot, throbbing cock deep inside her. His truly artistic tongue swirling through her folds, up around her pulsing clitoris, she wanted him to make her come ten different ways.

But she wanted it to last too. Sighing, Pam reached between them, pulling his hands from between her legs and guided them up to her breasts.

Jim thrust his hips upward as she slipped his fingers into her bra. He pushed the cups of the fabric down, freeing her breasts, and rubbed and pinched her nipples, massaging them with her wetness, so close she could smell her arousal on his fingers, on her own skin.

She moved her aching pelvis against him and he wanted to shove his cock deep inside her.

"God, I want to fuck your mouth," Jim growled in Pam's ear as she rubbed against him. The friction of his slacks against his throbbing erection, combined with the heat he felt emanating from her was going to kill him. "I want fuck your pussy."

She came at his words, her pelvis thrusting involuntarily against his as she shook, feeling herself get hotter and wetter, her arousal flooding the nearly nonexistent material of her sheer purple panties and leaking on to her thighs and his pants.

He held her against him, struggling to control his own reaction as he felt her shaking. He couldn't believe how viscerally she reacted when he talked dirty to her.

Jim had never thought of Pam as a prude, certainly, but when they'd finally, blessedly, crossed that line from "just friends" to, God, everything, he'd been a little surprised (and very pleased) to learn just how… descriptive she could be.

And how demanding.

Jim had learned very quickly that when it came to sex, Pam was in charge. Even when he was in charge, she was still in charge.

She wanted, what she wanted, when she wanted it. And she expected to have it.

And that made him so…

"Hard," Pam groaned in his ear as she gripped him through his pants. "You're so hard. I love it. I want it."

Hell, he wanted it too.

"Yes, Pam, god," Jim groaned. "Fuck, that feels good."

She pulled the buttons of his slacks open, shoving his fly open and reaching in to roughly free his rock hard penis as he moved his hand to the back of her head, pulling her down for a rough kiss.

Jim groaned as Pam weighed his erection in her hand, feeling it hot, heavy and long against her palm. She moaned at the satisfaction and Jim felt himself swelling with pride.

He had to admit, he was proud of his dick. It was well above average, he knew, and that delighted, aroused sound Pam made every time it was revealed to her gave him erections the likes of which he'd never had. He was pretty sure she made him as hard as a human being could possibly get.

"God, I love your cock," she growled down his throat. "I have to suck it."

He'd been wrong. It was possible to be harder than he'd been.

Moving down his body, Pam ran her tongue along the length of him. He groaned as she took his erection into her mouth, moving up and down, switching up the pressure.

Pam ran her tongue along the hard ridge of his head and he fought with everything he had not to buck and thrust himself down her throat. She felt him pulse with arousal, felt the blood course through his swollen penis and she fluttered between her legs.

Reaching down, she began to lazily stroke herself as she moved her lips and tongue up and down his length. Soon, Jim was moaning and begging.

"God, stop, Pam, fuck," he was muttering incoherently, "fuck, shit, gonna come, oh fucking sweet Jesus, Pam…"

She ignored him and kept going, swirling her tongue around the base of him, using the tip to etch lovely, filthy things against his balls.

"Fuck, stop," he groaned, pulling her up by her hair. "I want to come inside you."

Her clit vibrated at his words and his roughness. She crawled up his body to kiss him, loving his lips.

"Then fuck me," she demanded.

Jim shook his head, smiling almost cruelly against her mouth. "No," he whispered, and the one syllable coursed down her throat and through her blood. "I need to taste you first."

He pulled himself to a sitting position, Pam straddling his lap. Suddenly he reached beneath her thighs and pulled them up and toward him, draping her legs over his shoulders, her head in his lap and her warm, wet center mere centimeters from his mouth. She was so close he could smell her, could feel the heat that radiated from her against his lips.

"Ohh!" Pam cried out in shock.

"Relax," Jim whispered, massaging the sides of her hips. "Relax, baby."

She obeyed and moaned out loud as he pulled her up a touch more, his tongue licking a long, soft stroke from her opening all the way up to the damp hair below her lower abdomen. He sighed hot air on to her center and inhaled the earthy scent of her.

"Oh god, Jim." Her voice trembled. So did her legs.

With her head in his lap, his erection brushed warmly against her cheek and she turned her head to lick at it.

Jim groaned. "No," he informed her. "It's your turn."

He licked up her again, drawing his tongue in concentric circles around her clitoris, moving closer and closer until his lips closed around the swelling bud, sucking gently as his tongue massaged her.

She pushed herself against his mouth, whining for release.

Jim pulled away from her, no longer touching, but teasing her with his breath.

"No!" Pam cried. "Don't stop!"

He smirked, licking around her opening but never letting his tongue enter her.

"Why, Pam?" he tormented. "Does it feel good?"

She whimpered. "Yes, yes."

He licked up one side of her soaked folds. "Do you want to come, Pam?"

She nodded desperately in his lap, her hair rubbing his twitching cock. "Yes, yes, I want to come, Jim. I want to come so badly."

He licked up the other side of her. "Tell me what you want, Pam," he groaned between her thighs. "Tell me how you want me to make you come."

She panted, her hot breath pulsing against his crotch and he struggled to keep himself from exploding on to her face.

"Suck my clit," she demanded. "Put your fingers inside me."

Fuck, that was hot.

"Yes, ma'am," Jim growled. He placed his lips around her and sucked gently, letting the tip of his tongue push in tiny circles as she swelled and blossomed beneath his mouth. He could feel her hands gripping his thighs, her nails digging into his skin.

"Touch me," she pleaded, "put your fingers in me."

He didn't quite obey, but teased her dripping center with the pads of his fingers, stroking circles around her opening as he loved her with his mouth.

When her hips moved up and down of their own accord and he had to grip them hard to keep her from knocking his jawbone out of whack, he knew she was close.

And he couldn't resist teasing her a bit.

"Are you close, Pam?" he whispered, no longer touching her.

She strained her hips up to his mouth. "Yes, fuck, so close," she whined, as her juices flooded his hand, running down his arm.

"Do you want to come, Pam?" he tormented her, letting his breath dance over her buzzing clitoris.

"Yes, yes, I want to come," she begged, thrashing at the delicious torture.

"Do you need to come?" He was a millimeter away, if that.

She screamed in frustration. "Yes, please Jim, I need to come. Make me come." She was so wet, his shirt sleeve was soaked with her arousal.

"Fuck," he groaned, closing his lips around her as he finally pushed two fingers inside of her, crooking them up and pushing hard against that magical spot that made her

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed, so loud it hurt her throat, as her orgasm flooded his mouth. "Fuck, I'm coming, fuck, yes, yes, oh god, holy mother fucking god, god, Jim, yes, yes, yes!"

He lifted his mouth from her, but twisted his fingers inside her again and her fluids sprayed over his face as she thrashed and cursed.

He couldn't wait another second. He had to be inside her.

Her hips still thrusting wildly, Jim pushed Pam's legs from his shoulders, pulling her back upright in his lap.

He held her tightly around the waist with one arm, gripping the base of his cock with his other hand as he impaled her with it, squeezing hard to keep from coming that instant.

Barely done with her orgasm, Pam screamed and came again at the feeling of him entering her, her fluids soaking his testicles as he bit her shoulder and fought with everything he had to keep from emptying himself inside her right then and there.

Holding the base of his burning penis with one hand and holding Pam against him with his other arm, Jim waited until she stopped bucking wildly and collapsed against him, her breath hot and moist on his neck.

"Sweet Pam," he murmured into her ear as she fluttered all around him. "Sexy, beautiful, perfect Pam."

"I love you," she moaned, "God, I love you."

They sat like that, locked together, she swollen and soft around him, he hot and hard inside her, on the cold, concrete floor, until she felt him switch involuntarily and began to rock her hips against him.

"Come on, Jim," she coaxed. "Come inside of me."

He began to thrust, struggling to maintain some semblance of control. "Do you think you can," he asked her, "again?"

Pam moaned, resting her head on his shoulder. "I don't know," she murmured. "I don't care. I just want to feel you explode in me."

Sweet Jesus, she turned him on. He loved being inside of her. Jim thought if anyone ever asked him what he thought heaven was like, the only honest response he could give would be "like Pam's vagina."

And he was pretty sure that wouldn't be a socially acceptable thing to say.

"You're so hot," he muttered against her sweaty neck, licking the slick skin there. "So, so, sexy." He grazed his teeth against the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder and she cried out.

"My Pam," he groaned, nipping her possessively. "I love fucking you."

"Yes, Jim, yes," she moaned, reaching down massage his balls, and she thought she might come again after all as his hips began to move uncontrollably.

"Oh, fuck, Pam, I'm gonna come," he cried out, feeling his testicles tighten beneath her fingers.

She loved, loved, loved when he was right on edge. Jim's arousal was the greatest aphrodisiac.

"I think I am too," she answered, straining around his cock, and he quickly moistened his fingers on his tongue and moved them between their bodies to rub her pulsing bud.

She was right on that delicious, torturous edge and she needed him to push her over.

"Come inside me, Jim," she begged, "I need to feel you. Come for me, Jim, explode in me, now."

That did it.

"Fuck," he screamed, and came hard, shooting his hot semen into her as he continued to rub her clit vigorously.

She felt him go over, felt him emptying himself, felt his come shooting into her, filling her, and she lost it, orgasming around his coming cock as her body soaked him, milking the last drops from him.

Finally, exhausted and spent, they collapsed to the floor, still locked together, an entanglement of arms and legs.

"Shit," Pam groaned. "Ohhhhh….god…."

Jim pushed her sweaty hair from her face and dropped kisses all over her cheeks and eyes before bringing his lips to hers, kissing slowly, gently.

"So perfect," he murmured. "So sexy. I love you."

Pam chuckled weakly. "I love you too," she told him. "I love you so much."

She sighed and buried her face in his neck. They lay in silence, coming back down to Earth as he softened inside her.

When he slipped out of her and their combined juices flooded from between her thighs, Jim shifted them to a safe spot on the storeroom floor, adjusted their clothes a bit, and pulled her head to his chest.

She ran lazy fingers around his heart and he stroked her hair, letting his lips form words like "love" and "Pam" and "beautiful" against the top of her head until a loud, rumbling growl filled the near-silence and they both burst out laughing.

"Is the beast demanding to be fed?" Jim teased, reaching down to rub Pam's stomach affectionately.

"Shut up," she groaned. "You know this happens."

He did, he did. He thought the fact that Pam absolutely had to be fed within 30 minutes of sex was positively adorable.

"Burgers and fries?" He asked, pulling them both up to a sitting position. He'd known Pam long enough to know that when her stomach - the beast - made demands, everything else, including work, including cuddling, including sex, had to wait.

She shook her head. "Pad Thai."

Jim kissed her cheek and started to get up. "I'll call to place the order," he said.

She grasped his hand. "It's faster if you just go pick it up." She gazed up at him, wide eyed.

The little minx.

"Ohhhh…" he intoned, sitting back down and leaning in to give her Eskimo kisses, brushing his nose against hers. "I get it. You think you just have me wrapped around your finger, don't you?"

Pam let a wide, slow smile stretch across her face, her finger tracing his jaw line.

"Yep," she whispered, her breath ticking his skin. It was so amazing, being here, like this, with him. She was so, completely, deliciously in love with him.

And he was so, completely, deliciously in love with her. He moved to kiss her lips.

"Yeah," he whispered back, kissing the words into her mouth. "You do."