Their conversation is fleeting and fun, they talk about anything and everything, they keep it light knowing they have both hurt each other, especially over the last few months. There are conversations to be had,
but not now. Now it was just their playful, comfortable banter, and laughter, so much laughter.
They look through Pam's sketchbook while they sip their coffee and eat what Pam says are the "best pancakes she's ever had." And she really means it. They clean up together, and she's in awe. Never in her life had a man made her breakfast and then offered to clean it up, but she always knew Jim would be this way.
She asked Roy to make her breakfast once, he said he just didn't feel up to it, so she asked again, and again, and again another time. Eventually she just stopped asking.
It's mid-afternoon on a Saturday and they're back on the couch, watching friend's re-runs, enjoying each other's company in a comfortable silence. Her head has found its way to his lap again, and his hand has found its way into her hair, combing, rubbing, twisting lightly around his fingers. He means it's so innocently, but Pam happens to find it so effortlessly sexy.
She turns from her side to face straight up, his hand stills and she asks him not to stop. He smirks and leans down, using his hand to raise her head to meet him halfway as he kisses her. He's kept it PG, aside from that lazy morning make-out, but even that was gentle and slow. But she comes at him something fierce, opening her mouth roughly against his and he can't help the moan that rips from his throat when her tongue slides against his. She tangles her hand in his hair, pulling just a little too hard, she can't help it. That was by far the sexiest noise she's ever heard.
They break apart panting, "Pam?" "Yes." She knows his question, always such a gentleman, always so sweet and caring. She says nothing, just raises herself up to straddle his lap bringing his lips back to her. That definitely answered his question.