The best sex of her life.

The best sex of her life?

She doesn't even know what to say to that. After a pause, she tells Roy she has some faxes to do, and that she'll meet him at the car.

The best sex of her-

She has to stop. She'll go insane.

She sees Jim turn off his computer and move toward his coat.

"Headin' out?" She tries to sound casual, really, she does. But she had just been kind of hoping that maybe…he had something for her. Like, another cute little card! Or a chocolate bar! One year he gave her a Snickers bar!

But she supposes that if her fiancé forgets about her on Valentine's Day, she doesn't have much hope for the rest of the male population.

"Yeah," he gives her a half smile, "Alright, Beesley…Hey!" He taps her desk, as if just remembering something, "Happy Valentine's Day." He gives her a little wave and he's gone.

"Bye…" It's the most anyone's given her all day, and she doesn't know if that makes her really happy or really sad. She watches the doorway for a moment, half expecting him to pop his head back in.

"Good night, Pam…" She watches Phyllis try to walk with that giant bear. And that makes her angry.

"Night, Phyllis…"

And then she's alone. So that's it. That's really it. This is her special day. She got to sign for all of Phyllis' gifts, and can now return home to the best sex of her life.

The best sex of her life? Honestly!

She sits at her desk for a few more minutes, not exactly in a hurry to meet Roy. When she finally does get up, she takes care to dawdle, slowly putting on her jacket and shutting down her computer.

And she just doesn't understand how everyone could have forgotten her!

And by everyone, she means Jim.

Oh, and Roy, of course.

Because she got the usual cards from Stanley and Oscar and Angela and Phyllis. But Jim's like…her best friend.

As she slowly makes her way down the stairs, she feels in her pocket for her gloves and freezes.

Pulling out a small, white envelope, she pauses, looking for the cameras out of habit. Her name is printed neatly on the front, and she takes care prying it open.

Pam,

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Working here sucks,

This isn't going to rhyme…

Have a happy Valentine's Day,

-Jim

There's no Dwight pasted on, like last year. It's just a small, simple pink piece of card with a few cartoon-ish, child-like hearts around the edges.

Slipping it back into the envelope and, in turn, her pocket, she pulls out her gloves and makes her way down the stairs.

"Hey, baby," her fiancé greets her, "ready to go?"

"Sure," she gives him a small smile and climbs into the truck.

"So, you ready for your Valentine's Day present?" He smiles slyly, as if it's some big thing he's been planning for weeks and not an offer of sex that he came up with twenty minutes ago. She nods stiffly and stares out the window.

Pam fingers the paper in her pocket all the way home.

This was crap. But I felt I needed to write something. And I refuse to believe that nothing happened between them on our most sacred day of love.

And this is dedicated to everyone who was kind enough to inform me that The Office has its own section now. Especially RubyTuesday13, who even PMed me. I wasn't ignoring you, I swear! I'm just really lazy.