1-Michael isn't expecting anything from Jan

Jan arrives at Michaels condo. It's quite late but they agreed that she'd spend the night there since their flight leaves Philadelphia at 6am.

"Oh my god, am I dreaming or is Jan Levinson actually on my door step?" Michael laughs in amazement and lets her in.

Jan clears her throat as she walks in, "thank you Michael."

"Oh and it sounds like you brought corporate Jan with you. Awesome."

Jan senses his sarcasm and tries to relax a little. She really wasn't trying to sound corporate. I mean, they're going to be doing a lot of unprofessional things together this week. She'd rather have it not be awkward.

"I'm sorry, I think it's just a force of habit. Maybe nerves? I don't know." Jan rolls her eyes at herself for acting so uptight.

"No need to be nervous Jan." Michael helps Jan slip her jacket off which sends shivers down spine. "Merry Christmas Eve, by the way."

"Oh! Merry Christmas Eve. It doesn't feel like Christmas."

"I know. So why are you nervous? You should be anything but nervous-laying out in the sun all day? Sipping on fruity drinks? Doesn't sound nerve wrecking to me."

"You're not nervous about going together?"

"Not at all. It's not like anyone's going to see us there. Besides-I just thought you'd want to be by yourself and enjoy some peace and quiet. You always look like you need a vacation."

"Ah. I just thought..." It amazes me that he doesn't think about me the way I think about him. Jan is a little impressed that he might just be looking for a friend this week. He's probably just playing it safe since she is his boss after all. Smart move, Michael Scott. Smart move.

Michael is playing it safe. He's made assumptions about his and Jan's quote, unquote relationship before and he's always made an ass out of himself. That's why he doesn't want to assume they're gonna have all kinds of sex this week.

"Can I get you something to drink? I have eggnog or wine...?"

"Sure! Wine would be great." This should loosen her up a bit. Otherwise, it's gonna be a long week.

Jan spent the last two hours in her car fantasizing about them. Who was going to make the first move? Probably her. Who was going to finish first? Again-probably her. She's been wanting this since Chili's. Will they each strip off their own clothing or slowly take off each others? Maybe they'll just rip into each other. Since it'll all be such a blur, no one will really know who initiated it. Probably her, though. It's been a long time coming and it's obvious that they're gonna have sex. I mean, Michael said it's all inclusive. That's code, right? Then again, he's acting not anything like she thought he would act. She's never been more confused by this man and that drives her crazy. She's definitely gonna have to make the first move. Yep. Otherwise it's gonna be a long, boring week.

An hour later and 2 glasses of wine down, Michael is giving Jan a very long, very detailed tour of his condo. He's loving every minute of the tour because it reminds him of "MTV Cribs" which Jan is also enjoying-thanks to the wine.

"Last stop of the tour…This is where the magic happens." He laughs as he opens his bedroom door. Jan is taking it all in. She was expecting it to look like a bachelor lived there. But it doesn't -Michael has a nice bedroom set. Even has some paintings on the wall. She couldn't help but think he probably just bought this stuff a day ago to impress her.

"So you can take the bed. I'll take the futon downstairs. We should probably get some rest, now. We have an early day."

"Oh Michael. You're not sleeping on a futon."

"It's okay Jan. It lays flat and is actually quite comfortable. Oh and I contacted the resort. I was able to get a separate room. That way you can have your own space and-"

It's time, Jan thought. "Michael-" Jan begins to slowly unbutton her shirt and slowly walks toward him, "-that won't be necessary." Her shirt falls on the floor revealing her black lace bra.

"Whoa."

"We both know what "all inclusive" really means." She managed to slip her pants off revealing her matching black lace thong.

"What are you doing, Jan?"

"Something I should've done a long time ago." She pulls Michael in close as she kisses him softly and tenderly. Once she has his attention, the kiss deepens as they both allow each other in. Now I think we're on the same page.

After they both finish, they lay there in silence and in shock at what just happened, still trying to catch their breath. Jan breaks the silence, "did you really book another room?"

"Nope." Jan and Michael both laugh. This was definitely the ice breaker they needed in order to have a fun non awkward vacation.

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They arrive at the airport the next morning at about 4am. Both anxiously awaiting the very much needed vacation. They make their way to the bag check-in.

"Welcome to Delta-how many bags will you be checking in?"

"Two please."

"Alright sir-if I can just see your guys' passports?"

Jan already has hers out and opened for her and puts it up on the counter. Michael, on the other hand isn't quite as organized and is digging his out of his carry on.

"So…vacationing in the lovely Sandals, Jamaica, huh? It's so beautiful there. How long have you guys been together?"

"Oh well I…uh guess...what?" Michael looks at Jan, "um 4 or 5…5 hours, I think? This is my boss, so…"

"Ah…got it." She didn't get it. How does that explain anything, really?

As Michael keeps searching for his passport, "so I heard about this club you have and was wondering if there was a way to upgrade and how much it'd be to upgrade?"

"I'm sorry-are you talking about first class? It looks like you're already sitting in first class."

"No it's not first class. It's called 'The Mile High Club'? I don't know…I just heard about it and-"

Jan nearly chokes on her own spit while the lady blushes and smirks a little.

"Oh I uh…"

"Does Delta not offer-"

"Michael-I'll explain it to you later, just give her your passport." Jan and the lady both laugh.

"What? Is that like super exclusive or something?"

"No-just hurry so we can go."

As they head towards security, Jan is still smiling at how naïve Michael can be sometimes.

"I don't get it. What's the mile high club? Oh! Okay…I am so dumb…"

"Get it now?"

"Yeah-getting high a mile up in the sky?"

"Oh my god no. Michael- okay fine, it's-" Jan gets a little closer to Michael's ear and talks quietly. "The mile high club is people who have had…sex in the airplane bathroom."

Michael giggles, "oh! That's kinky. Oh wow! Seriously? People actually…"

"Well I haven't, but yeah…maybe? I don't know. I think it's something you see on movies. I mean 1-how could that even be possible? Those bathrooms are so small. 2-It'd be impossible to keep quiet too. And 3-it'd be hard to sneak in the bathroom together. Flight attendants are everywhere, people would bound to notice. I don't know-it's stupid."

"Maybe that's the thrill of it? You know? Getting caught? What do you say, Jan?"

"If you're suggesting you and I um... I will already tell you-it ain't gonna happen. Who-by the way-were you talking to who is a member?"

"Todd Packer."

"Oh yeah right. Michael! The guy could hardy fit in the bathroom by himself let alone having someone else in there. Remind me how you two are friends again?"

Michael shrugs and laughs again. He still can't believe Jan is next to him….by choice.