"Dwight?" I asked as he answered the phone. I was in my car, driving.

"Yeah?"

"I talked to her."

He sighed. "What happened?"

"We had a fight. She kicked me out."

"Oh. Shit. I still have not talked to Angela."

I bit my nail, and sighed. "Do you want me to help patch things up with her? I can talk to her. It was all my fault. Goddamit. I'm sorry."

Dwight sighed frustratedly. "No. It was equally my fault. I wanted you."

I felt my heart warm up and I grinned.

"Jim... I think... I want to be with you."

I grinned much wider.

"You there?" He asked.

"Yes. I want you too. I mean... I want to be together. With you."

Dwight laughed. "Did you.. like earlier?"

I felt my lower regions get uncomfortably tight in my pants.

"Yes. I... oh... damn, I did." I said softly.

"Angela isn't living with me yet. She doesn't think its proper until we're married. Come over. Please."

"Dwight... we need to talk to her."

"I can't "

I sighed. "This can't be an affair. We have to break off our other relationships before we continue anything. As much as I needed what happened earlier... oh God, it was amazing... I just... we can't do it anymore until we're officially not with anyone else."

"I know. You're right."

"Do you really want me?" I asked. I blushed. It made me feel like a girl asking these questions. But... it kinda felt nice to be the one reassured for once. And I kinda like being submissive sometimes.

"Jim... I don't think I ever felt so crazy about someone like I am with you."

"Really?"

"I just told you... jeez baby..." He said a bit exasperated. I smiled, and drove over to his house.

I chuckled. "You're already calling me baby?"

"I did in bed already... it follows...duh..."

I rolled my eyes. "Do you call Angela that?"

"No. I call her Monkey..."

I frowned as I reached his place.

"Alright... I'm here."

"Come in. The door is open."

He was in the kitchen as I walked in.

It smelled very aromatic and the fireplace was roaring with a fire.

"I made you soft shell crab with linguini and garlic " He said, playing the dish.

"How did you know?"

He grinned. "Pam told me your favorite food was soft shelled crab."

I nodded.

"Are you going back to your house tonight?"

I shook my head. "No .. Pam is heart broken... she's furious actually. She seemed to try and understand why... and what was going on with me a little bit better toward the end. But I think this is the end for us." I slouched down and put my hand on my face.

I couldn't help it, I started crying.

Dwight came over and hugged me.

His grip was tight, and he held me for awhile. I took in a shaky breath.

"I'm tired..." I said. "I'm so tired..."

"This has been really crazy. I'm a bit tired too. It'll be okay..." He said gently as he kissed my cheek.

He sat me down at the table and gave me the most perfectly plated food.

"Did you really make this? For me?"

"Don't think too much on it. I had the fresh ingredients already in my kitchen. And... it didn't take much effort. At all."

I grinned at him, and stared at him funnily. "Surrre... I believe you." I started eating the food.

He tried to remain his serious demeanor, but cracked and grinned, laughing.

"All right. You win. It took me a ton of effort and I had to go to get the fresh crab at a very small but expensive grocers. I made it for you. Only you. I hate crab." He was blushing.

"I think you're trying to woo me." I took a huge bite. And another. "This is really good."

"Nah!" He smiled confidently. "As I said before, men find me irresistible! And I'm glad you like my food."

I chuckled softly. "When? Who did you say that to?"

"Michael. That's not important!" He sighed, looking a bit embarrassed. "What is important is that you're mine. You can say that."

"You're mine!" I said seriously, and leaned back on the chair.

Dwight scoffed. "No. You're mine."

"Well... how about we say that we are a couple, and we belong to each other?"

Dwight nodded, and walked over to me, held onto my face and slowly leaned in to kiss me.

I kissed back, and he ended up sitting on top of me, messing with my hair playfully.

He started grinding into my crotch area and it felt so much more satisfying. It felt more raw, more real... as if we were playing a power game, a game of who could dominate who... and I was letting him win.

He was kissing my neck and my lips over and over, soft and passionate, and said, "I kinda wish you would've done this a long time ago."

I laughed. "Me too."

He seemed to really get into grinding against me and I appreciated it... with us mostly kissing deeply until he sort of stopped.

I looked at him with a ragged, short whimper.

"Ca-can we do this... in bed? Without clothes?"

I nodded. "I want to. God... I want to do that. But... Dwight... we can't."

He frowned and nodded. He kissed my lips again and got up. "I'm going to talk to Angela. Tonight."

"Uh... okay. Do you want me to come?"

"No, baby. I got to do this like a man. You're my...gir-I mean my partner, I got to do this."

"What the heck? You almost called me your girlfriend!"

Dwight went wide eyed. "Shit... I didn't mean it! Sorry!"

I laughed and got up to kiss him. "I'm not a girl."

Dwight sighed. "That's good. I like that you're a guy. If you were a girl... you might be my wife."

I shook my head, blushing. "I'll be your wife."

He blushed and was silent.

I laughed again and he pushed me playfully.

"Jerk! Stop messing with me.. " He said hastily.

"But... I meant it." I said with a serious face.

He laughed a little and took my hand.

"Okay. I want to put all jokes now to the side. I need to know if this is serious. Like.. dead serious."

I nodded. "It is."

"Well... I want to also know... when did you know that you liked me?"

I sighed and thought it.

"I think it was when I really started evaluating my life. Recently. My choices. All my pranks that I did to you. I really put so much effort, so much time, and energy to prank you. It would consume my nights, my days... thinking about pranking you. Planning it. Even to the minute detail. Even predicting your reaction to it. I was a bit consumed... to say the least. I used to think it was to impress Pam and get back at you. You were kinda insufferable when we met. Arrogant, rude, annoying and just plain... you thought you were better than everyone it seemed. Maybe... all those times I pranked you... was my feelings being placed in a quiet, locked place... and I was trying to keep it locked forever. I know now it was all an attempt to get your attention."

Dwight looked impressed. "Hmm. Okay. That was very interesting."

"I mean... I would spend my weekends trying to plan the perfect prank on you. Isn't that a little much?"

Dwight nodded seriously. "Yes."

"I got tired... so tired of the tricks. Of this mask I put on."

Dwight sighed. "We all wear masks."

"Mine is very well worn, though."

"I like you for who you really are. Lazy, boring, messy, sexy... and mine. And occasionally... Brilliant."

I chuckled. "Boring?"

"Yes. Boring. Boring is good."

"Can boring old Jim finish his dinner now?"

Dwight nodded. "Absolutely. Be my guest."

"I'll be your permanent guest... if you want."

"No charge if you sleep in my bed."

I nodded. "So you'll sleep on the couch? Wow! That's very sweet!" I said as I ate the rest of the crab.

"No. With me."

I nodded. "Even better."

"If you're so tired... we can sleep after dinner..." Dwight teased.

I nodded. "Crab makes me sleepy.." I winked at him.

"Good thing I got more I can make you then..."

He kissed the top of my head and I felt at home.