Jim shivered as a freezing draft rushed through Dunder Mifflin. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Pam in Michael's office, where she tried to explain the doppler map of their area to him. Scranton was about to be hit with a killer blizzard, and it was likely that their work day would have to be cut short so everyone could get home safely.
"Michael, it's at least eight inches." Pam explained, pointing to their section of the online map.
"That's what she said!" He exclaimed, laughing.
Pam sighed. Typical Michael. "We should really let everybody go home, so nobody has to drive when the roads are too bad." Pam advised, looking at the ground.
"Maybe we should all stay, and have a snowed-in party!" Michael suggested.
"Oh, Michael," Pam said, searching for a way to get out of this without hurting his feelings. "That sounds so awesome, but I don't think that really gives the Party Planning Committee enough time to do their job."
"Yeah, you're probably right." Michael said, defeated. "Well, there's always next time. You can go ahead and tell everybody to get on home."
"Have a great night, Michael." Pam said sincerely.
"Oh, I will. I've got a date tonight with a total babe named Carol."
Pam laughed. "I hope you have an awesome time," she said before exiting his office. "We can go home!" Pam announced happily after shutting his door.
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he rest of the office let out hollers and claps of excitement, and Pam seated herself in Jim's lap to give him a long kiss. After a moment, she moved her mouth towards her ear and whispered slowly in his ear.
"I think it's time to get home,"
"Agreed," Jim said without moving.
Pam slid out of the chair and took quick steps to the coatrack, tossing Jim his coat before putting on her own. They were the first out of the parking lot as Jim drove briskly to get them home. They managed to keep their composure until they reached the elevator of the apartment building, where Jim's lips instantly found their home against Pam's. The elevator opened and they separated for a moment, only long enough for Jim to unlock the apartment door and let both of them in. He shut the door behind them, and then picked Pam up at the waist, pinning her against the door to kiss her neck. Pam shut her eyes and let her head fall back, curling her legs around his waist.
"Bedroom," Pam whispered breathlessly.
"Too far." Jim responded, laying her down on the table. "This okay?" he asked.
"Fine," She answered, slamming her palm on the table. "Come here," she said.
He leaned over the table to kiss her, and Pam made nimble work of her fingers, loosening his tie and swiftly undoing each of the buttons on his pastel green shirt. He took his arms off her waist for a moment, allowing her to remove the shirt completely. Jim worked on Pam's blue sweater next, slowly pulling it off to reveal a cream-colored tank top that complimented her skin. Her hair was spread over the table in her red curls, and Jim stopped for a moment.
"Jim," Pam murmured, pulling him over her by his wrists.
"You are so pretty," he told her before kissing her neck.
"I'm going to end up hurting myself on this table, take me to the bedroom," Pam requested, and Jim complied. They laid in the bed for a few moments after they finished, just relaxing and listening to each other breathe, when the power went out. Pam started giggling, but Jim rolled out of bed and began to put his clothes back on.
"Where are you going?" Pam asked, pouting.
"I've got to put the space heater on, just in case the generator malfunctions or something." Jim explained, putting on his work pants and putting his hands in the pockets. "I'll be right back," he told her, kissing her forehead quickly before leaving the bedroom. He got the space heater out of a closet and set it up in the living room, a little surprised when he turned around and Pam was there. "You could've stayed in bed, babe." He told her.
"I know, I didn't want to stay in bed. I'm awake now. Let's do something fun." Pam suggested, smiling.
"There's a trivia deck in the drawer with the takeout menus?" Jim suggested. "Winner picks the dessert we buy once they clear the roads."
"Sounds good. How do we know who won?"
"First to 5?"
"You're on, Halpert."
"Put your dukes up, Beasley."
"You make coffee and I'll shuffle the deck?"
"Great, let me just put different clothes on," Jim said, noticing that he was in work pants and no shirt, and she was in one of his t-shirts and a pair of leggings. He retreated to their room and changed into sweatpants, moving his keys and the other items in his work pockets into the pockets of the sweatpants, and pulled a white v-neck over his head. He came back to the kitchen and living room, where Pam sat waiting for him. "Ask me my first question while I make the coffee," he suggested, kissing her cheek as he passed her on the way to the gas stove, which he lit with a match, handing Pam a flashlight to read the cards. It wasn't entirely dark outside yet, but soon they'd struggle to read the cards if they didn't have the light.
"Okay, your category is U.S History."
"Failed this class in High School. Bring it."
"Who was the fifth American President?"
"Um, Grover Cleveland?"
"James Munroe. Grover Cleveland was like, 20 Presidents later."
"Wow, I was wrong and I got sassed. I give up." Jim teased, picking up a card. "Your category is film."
"Bring it."
"What film won the Academy Award for Best Picture in 1998?"
"Oh, this one's easy, Titanic!"
"Come on, Beasley. You totally peeked at this card."
"I think you're underestimating my teenaged obsession with Leonardo DiCaprio."
"Fair enough," He said, sliding her a cup of coffee.
"Okay, in the category of Geography, how many continents exist on planet Earth?"
"Seven." Jim answered confidently.
"That was an easy one, it totally doesn't count."
"Um, it totally does." Jim countered. "What year did the black plague terrorize Europe?"
"Mine is way harder than yours!"
"Just take a guess, Beasley."
"1350," Pam said, choosing a number at random.
"The correct answer was 1349, but I'll give it to you under the assumption that you were rounding."
Pam laughed as she picked up a card for Jim. "How many books are there in the Bible?"
"Um.. 52?" Jim asked, in no way confident in his answer.
"The correct answer is 66, but I can give you a kiss as a consolation prize?"
"I'll take it," Jim shrugged, smiling as he leaned over the counter to give Pam a brief kiss.
They continued like this for about 20 minutes, at which point Pam had racked up four cards, and Jim only two. They had now moved to the couch.
"Okay, Beasley. This one could end the game. Are you ready? This could be life changing." He warned, picking up a card.
"Will you quit stalling so we can go get cheesecake?" Pam teased.
"Okay," Jim said, standing up and raising his hands in mock surrender. Suddenly leaning close, to add a silly bit of dramatic effect, he said as calmly and collectedly as he could manage, "Pamela Morgan Beasley, will you marry me?"
As Pam had taken a sip of her coffee, Jim had put the card down and pulled the ring out of his pocket, which sat beautifully in it's black velvet box. Pam felt her mouth drop open in surprise and raised her hand to cover it as she felt a tear slip out of her eye and down her cheek.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, nodding. She leapt into Jim's arms when he stood up, and they both were too happy to speak, so they just laughed as they clung to each other.
"Here, let me put the ring on your finger," Jim said, his smile brightening the room like sunbeams as he put her down on the couch and shakily put the ring on her finger, which was also shaking.
"Does this mean I won?" Pam asked softly, with a smile so bright it could've stopped the blizzard.
"I don't know, I'm feeling pretty strongly like a winner," Jim smiled as he sat back on the couch and pulled Pam into his lap.