11. Cafune - to run your fingers through your lover's hair (Portuguese)

Valentine's Day 2012

In the past year, Pam was often told the second pregnancy was much easier. And in many ways it was; less severe morning sickness, a shorter labor and easier delivery. She was not warned that recovering from the second pregnancy wasn't easier, though. She lost the weight from Cece without too much effort, and she and Jim were back at it in the bedroom the moment her doctor gave the okay.

It wasn't the case with Philip, she knew she was still months away from fitting in her pre-pregnancy clothes, if she would ever get back to that size at all. And when she had her post-partum check-up last month, she prayed the doctor would suggest waiting a while longer for sex, but the doctor said physically Pam was good to go. Fortunately Jim having to work all day then deal with a newborn and a toddler all evening meant he was usually asleep the moment his head hit the pillow, and Pam could go another day without having to address the fact that she had no libido. The couple times he did try to initiate things, Jim was very understanding when Pam said she wasn't up for it. But Pam could tell he was getting a little antsy and promised herself Valentine's Day would be the day.

She hadn't told him about that promise, but he seemed to know as he arranged an afternoon at the spa for her. He dropped her off, then sent her silly little texts (some cute, some a little more suggestive) as she was getting scrubs and creams rubbed into various parts of her body. Jim picked her up, all relaxed and exfoliated, and drove her home to the 2nd biggest bouquet of flower she'd ever seen (the first was still the Christmas bouquet he had tricked Dwight into sending her, or maybe Dwight tricked him? The details were fuzzy on that). Her mother and sister briefly said hello before leaving with Cece, so it was just Jim, Pam and Philip.

Jim had picked up some Italian take-out while Pam was at the spa and they had a nice meal, discussing the best ways for Jim to survive being with Dwight on his upcoming business trip, though the fact that Jim was about to leave for three week just felt like more pressure to Pam.

After dinner Pam fed Philip, put him in his crib and watched him until he dozed off. Philip was a good sleeper, and Pam knew she and Jim had at least a couple hours of uninterrupted time. She walked to the bedroom, finding Jim folding shirts and putting them in a suitcase on the floor. She scolded herself for hoping he'd be asleep.

"Hey," he said, tossing the unfolded shift in his hands into the suitcase and walking towards Pam. He put his arms around her waist, lacing his fingers behind her. Pam tried not to think about how he couldn't get his arms around her as easily. "How's your Valentine's been so far?"

"Wonderful," she said, putting on a smile. Maybe if she smiled enough she'd feel it.

"Good," he said, leaning in for a kiss. She felt his hands make their way down over her hips then back up, slipping under her sweater and running along the bare skin of her back. She let out a breath that Jim fortunately didn't realize was a sigh. He pulled back, eyes half-closed and mouth half-smiling, silently asking if she was ready. This was about as ready as she was going to get, she thought.

She tried to mimic his bedroom-eyed look and reached up to his collar. He smiled and kissed her as she unbuttoned his shirt, and once his shirt was on the floor he started to pull her sweater off.

She felt extremely self-conscious as she and Jim took off their clothes. She wasn't blind to how the other moms at Cece's daycare looked at Jim. He was a Hot Young Dad; head of thick hair, broad shoulders, tall, lean body. She could still remember Ryan calling her a "Scranton 7" and that was two kids ago, now she was probably hovering around a Scranton 5 on a good day. Which made her, what, a New York 4? 3?

They lay back on the bed and Pam bit her lip as Jim started a trail of kisses down her new double chin, between her increasingly saggy breasts, across her soft belly marked with shiny pink lines. Now his lips were on her huge thighs, and as he reached a hand between her legs, she was overwhelmed with the thought of how her recent delivery had probably ravaged that area, and twisted her saddle-bagged hips away from him.

He sat up, his eyebrows raised in worry. "What's the matter?"

"You don't have to do that, we can do other stuff," she said. Maybe under the sheets and in the dark, she wanted to add.

"But I wanna do that," he said with a half grin, his hand stroking her knee.

"I just . . . I'm probably not very sexy right now, huh?"

"Pam, trust me, you're sexy," Jim said, his fingertips now making small circles on her thigh.

"Yeah, but I don't feel very sexy," Pam replied, crossing her arms over her chest and looking off towards his open suitcase in the corner of the room.

"Would you feel better if I dimmed the lights?" Jim suggested after a moment.

Pam scoffed. "So you don't have to look at your whale of a wife while you go down on her?" she muttered.

"Beesly, there could be stadium lights in here and I'd still want to go down on you right now." There was a rough edge to his voice that made Pam draw in her breath and sit up a little. She found her eyes traveling down his bare torso to his stomach. He actually did have a little more paunch than she had noticed, somehow that made her feel better. Her eyes traveled down further and she smiled a little, maybe her body's not back, maybe it'll never be 100-percent back, but she could still arouse her husband and that made her feel kind of sexy.

She met Jim's eyes as she uncrossed her arms and rolled her hips back towards him. A smirk passed over his lips before they were once again on her thigh, traveling upward. She let out a heavy breath.

"Is it all weird down there now?" she half-joked, "is this even gonna work?" She was pretty sure she could feel him smile against her and then he skillfully flicked his tongue a few times, causing her to let out a soft moan.

"That part still seems to work," he said. She laughed and playfully tried to smack his head but he fended off her off and continued until she tilted her head back, another moan escaping her lips. Her hand return to his head, this time curling her fingers in his soft hair. She let out a series of gasps and moans before finally crying out, her back arched and her fingers gripping his hair tightly. In her haze, she heard Jim mumble something about waking a newborn.

"What?" Pam said, looking down to Jim through bleary eyes.

He smiled and pushed himself on his hands, bringing his face to hers, "I said let's try not to wake our newborn."

Pam smirked, "I thought you liked it when I'm loud."

Jim's eyes widened slightly, "Of course I do but..." Pam interrupted his train of thought as she reach down to take him her hand, guiding him into her, and any concern about keeping quiet was forgotten as she let out a sound with every thrust of his, and he groaned her name into her neck.

They were still for a moment as their heavy breathing returned to a more normal speed, then Jim lifted himself up on his forearms, his fingers toying with her curls. "I know you haven't felt the best about yourself recently, but you really are very sexy."

Pam rolled her eyes, "You're just saying that because you just got some."

"Hey," he said softly but sternly, his hazel eyes locked with hers. "You are my best friend, you're the mother of my children, you're my best Valentine's present every year and I love you so much."

"How much?" Pam asked, her lips curling.

"So. fucking. much." Jim replied, grinned broadly as Pam threw her head back in laughter. He started to kiss her neck before a cry came from the baby monitor. "Damn," he muttered before rolling off to the side and standing to grabs some pajama bottoms.

Pam threw on her robe and walked into the nursery, checking Philip's diaper.

"I got it, you've done enough of these," Jim said, startling Pam a little when he appeared at her side, lifting Philip up.

Pam smiled watching Jim rather adeptly change Philip's diaper, then rocking him back to sleep. They stood over the crib for a moment, Jim's arms around Pam's shoulders.

"I don't wanna go to Florida," Jim said softly as they left the room together and walked down the hall.

"We'll be fine," Pam said with a smile.

"I know you'll be fine, but what about me?" Jim said with a slight whine when they reached their bedroom. "Going from dream girl naked in my bed to sharing a hotel room with Dwight? Talk about a downgrade."

"Yeah, but you'll have Cathy there," Pam quipped.

Jim stepped in front of Pam and started untying the belt of her robe. "Pam, I thought we already established," his hands slipped under the terry cloth, one sliding up to her breast, the other spanning her hip, "this is the only shake I'm interested in having fries with."

Pam giggled then let out a soft hum when he leaned down and began kissing her neck, "I guess you are hoping to get a shake for the road then?"

"I'd like a couple shakes for the road if we can manage it," Jim said in her ear.

She leaned back to look at him, giggling again when he wagged his eyebrows at her. With a tug of his tee-shirt collar she pulled him down for a kiss, walked him backwards to the bed then gave him a gentle shove. Pam slipped her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, watching Jim's eyes drift down then back up (slowing down considerably when they reached her chest). She was able to easily match his grin with her own wide smile as she stepped forward and crawled on top of him.