A/N: Like I said, I only had the first three chapters laid out in my head. So these may come a little slower, but I can at least kind of see where this is going.

"She Doesn't Get It"

The truth was, he was only a man.

And the truth is, when men kiss pretty girls, it can help them forget their problems, at least for a little while. This was no exception when it came to kissing Karen Filippelli. After their incredibly fun first date, he found himself kissing her in the front seat of his car as if he were a horny teenager on his very first date. He had just planned on dropping her off at the door, when their discussion led to flirty conversation, and that led to this.

Can I take you home?

I know it's wrong,

but I know your type.

In all honesty, he hadn't expected there to be any more dates after this. He had pretty much taken her up on her dinner and movie offer out of sheer desperation. For the past three weeks, he had done nothing but sit in bed, then went to work and sat at his desk, and then came home and sat on his couch. He was tired of sitting.

So he let her show him the town's movie theater, and a really good hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant that had the best burritos he had ever tasted. When the waiter had brought by the little black tray with the ticket after their fried ice cream (that they shared), he had been incredibly surprised that she grabbed the little paper and sent the ticket away before he even had a chance to pull out his wallet.

"No, Karen, you should have totally let me get that. I mean, I owe you for such a nice evening. It's the least I could do."

Karen took another bite of the ice cream. "You going to eat anymore of this?"

Jim gave her an exasperated look. "Filippelli."

"Halpert," she mimicked in the same tone, flirtatiously putting the spoon in her mouth. "Hey! You actually came out of your house and toured the town with me. And besides; I'm a firm believer that whoever asks pays."

"That is very impressive," Jim nodded, leaning back in his chair. "And it's kind of hot."

"Really?" Karen smiled slyly.

Jim nodded. "Of course. And just so you know, I definitely owe you one."

"I'm sure we can find ways for you to pay me back," she winked.

"Okay, good," Jim nodded, trying not to blush at her innuendo. "Because I put out."

Karen almost choked on her cookie before erupting into a fit of giggles. "Well good to know that I picked a winner!"

"It's the least I can do. I mean, you've been right on with everything else about the date so far."

"Really?" Karen sat back, setting her napkin in her lap. "You have had fun tonight?"
"A blast," Jim said honestly. "And if we're on a truth telling spree, I would have to say that I really wasn't expecting to have a good time."

She raised an eyebrow as if to express her flattery at his words. "And you're really having a nice time."

"The best."

And those words were probably what helped get Jim to the point of which he found himself in his car. After a few more steamy minutes of making out, she pulled away with a wide, lazy smile.

"You want to come upstairs?"

This was a question that up until it actually came, Jim was dreading. He absolutely hated it when girls threw themselves at him on the first date, but at that actual point, he was alright with it. He turned off the car and followed her into the building and up the stairs to her apartment.

The one bedroom she had to herself was one of the nicer apartments that he had seen. It definitely had a nice feminine touch, and it was obvious that cleanliness was important to her. It smelled like potpourri laced with fresh paint, and he noticed there was a melted candle pad on the end table of the white micro fiber couch. As she wandered into the small kitchen, he made himself comfortable on the recliner. He glanced around nervously for something to occupy his hands.

"This is a really nice place," he nodded approvingly.

"Thanks," she grinned. "Can I get you something to drink? Water, wine, beer?"

Jim chuckled, becoming more at ease with each passing second. "Wine would be really nice."

As she went to pouring the wine, Jim noticed the books on the coffee table. He reached out to find three trashy romance novels and a magazine face down. Semi-alarmed, he realized that it was a wedding dress magazine. He pushed all of them away as she came and sat down on the couch near him.

"Nice selection of books," he laughed, taking the glass from her. She looked to the table he was referring and immediately turned bright red.

"Oh! Those…uhm….uh….ha, well it gets boring and you know, those dresses are pretty to look at, an-" She was cut off by Jim's lips planted firmly against hers. She snaked her arms around his neck as they both laid back on the couch.

Four books look across your sofa.

I thought your coffee table

Was more clever than that.

After a little bit of uncomfortable couch cuddling, Karen hopped up and walked backwards towards her bedroom. Jim cocked an eyebrow at her, and she just smiled.

"I'm actually going to change into something a little more comfortable. You can wait on my bed if you'd like?" She waggled her eyebrows playfully. "It's temperpedic. It feels really good."

'Well in that case," Jim shrugged, grabbing his glass of wine. "I can't argue with a comfy bed."

The make out session carried on into the bedroom, all over the squishy bed. They both giggled from their tiny amounts of intoxication mixed with their new found liking of each other. Just as Jim was about to slip off his shirt, Karen reached over to turn her iPod stereo onto shuffle. To both of their horror, Mariah Carey and her scary high pitched squeal started belting out the lyrics to "Always Be My Baby". Jim raised both eyebrows in a shocked expression before Karen flipped over to immediately change the song. Both sat in silence for a second, both asking themselves if that actually happened.

"I seriously don't listen to Mariah Carey," she said adamantly. "I don't."

"Oh, I believe you." Jim gave her a halfway smile before saying, "I listen to 'New Religion' sometimes, if that makes you feel better."

She stared at him blankly, as if she had no idea what he was talking about. He sighed as he pulled her over into another kiss, his arms pushing her gently back onto the bed.

It gets worse once we get to her room.

She stops, and she sings:

"Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo."

I claim 'New Religion's my song;

She doesn't get it.

It's all before she was born.

He awoke to the sound of his cell phone buzzing in his jean pocket from the floor. He groaned as he realized his alarm was going off, even though it was Saturday. 'Must have forgotten to not set it,' he thought as he sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes harshly.

Everything seemed a bit bleary in the soft morning glow. It was kind of an unnerving feeling, he decided. He wondered if that's the feeling one would get that would signify a slight hangover. As he glanced over his shoulder at the beautiful woman sleeping naked next to him, all thoughts of the night before came rushing back like a freight train.

Jim had never been a "one-night-stand" kind of guy. It wasn't in his nature and his mother had brought him up to not be that way. He sighed deeply, contemplating his next move. He brushed a piece of dark hair off of her perfect olive face, reveling in the warmth of waking up next to someone.

It was kind of a nice feeling.

Excitement trickled through him as he realized that his feelings of dread were quickly morphing into happiness. This girl was gorgeous, she was funny, she was awesome, and from what he saw last night, she really understood him and where he was coming from. It had been a long, long time since he had felt that connection to somebody. He leaned in and kissed her forehead softly as not to wake her; although he didn't seem too disappointed with his failed efforts when she started to stir.

"Morning, gorgeous," he grinned, planting a kiss on her jaw line. Her eyes widened slightly as she remembered what brought her to this point, but she soon smiled too, running her knuckles lightly on his unshaven face.

"Morning," she grinned back.

Suddenly, between sheets and eyelids

I am reminded why I don't do this.

I fall in love far too quickly.

I never want her to forget me.

"Is that your phone?" Karen asked, pulling away from his lips ever so slightly.

"Nah," Jim shook his head, kissing her collarbone. "Just the alarm."

It wouldn't be until late, late, late that evening, after they cuddled in bed and watched movies all morning and afternoon, that Jim would discover that his phone wasn't attempting to wake him for work; it was only trying to alert him that he had an awaiting text message from a newly single receptionist in Scranton.

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