Chapter 14: The Movies Had It Right After All.
Sitting cross legged on the living room floor, Pam was busy folding laundry.
"You seriously don't have to do that," Jim insisted from his place on the couch. "I'll get to it when I'm feeling better."
"I don't mind." Pam grinned, as she neatly folded a pair of his boxers. "Plus, Ellie is running out of clothes, and I feel really bad for putting her in… that," she admitted, pointing at the mismatched outfit.
"What, you don't think plaid goes with polka-dots?" Jim chuckled as he looked at his little girl who was playing quietly on the floor, utterly captivated by her teddy bears. He smiled wider, loving that right then, she hadn't a care in the world about what she was wearing.
"Joan Rivers would have nothing nice to say about that outfit."
"What?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"E's Fashion Police…"
"You look at me like I should know what that is." Jim laughed as he rolled on to his side to face her, adjusting the pillow under his neck to make himself more comfortable.
"Well, you should know it; it's only the best show on E!"
"That's not really saying much then, is it?" Jim smiled, enjoying how silly they could be together at times.
"Are you feeling any better?" Pam asked, as she finished folding laundry and focused all of her attention on Jim.
"A little, yeah." He intoned, rubbing his hand subconsciously over his stomach.
"Think you're up for trying some chicken soup?"
"Eh."
"Come on, you have to eat something," she pled, as she scooted her way towards him. "For me."
He let out a dramatic sigh.
"OK, but only because you asked nicely," he agreed, failing to hide the grin that crept up on him.
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By Sunday afternoon, Jim was starting to feel more like himself, yet whenever Pam would ask how he was feeling, he'd groan and pull a face indicating that he still felt unwell. He didn't know why he did it, ok, he did. It was nice having her there, taking care of him. Of course he'd rather have spent the weekend like they'd originally planned, naked and in bed, wrapped up in each others arms, – but this, this was a close second.
"Was the soup okay?" Pam asked, running her fingers through his hair as his head lay comfortably in her lap.
"It was great." He sighed, his body relaxing in to her feather light touch.
"Think you'll be well enough for work tomorrow?"
Luckily Pam couldn't see his face, and see how hard it was to stop himself from smiling. "I doubt it." Jim replied. He probably could make it in to the office tomorrow if he tried, but he would rather spend the day playing hooky with his girls.
"You should call in sick too."
"Jim!"
"What? I'm going to need help looking after Ellie." He told her innocently.
"Oh, I thought you might want to spend the day with your mom instead." She teased.
"Uh. I love my mom, I really do. But if I get to choose who I want to spend the day with. You win. You definitely win." He smiled, leaning up to kiss her, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist. She leaned towards him, pulling him closer, her hands on the back of his head, playing with the soft tuft of hair at the base of his neck.
"Yeah, I definitely don't think I'll feel well enough to go in tomorrow."
"Jim!" she squeaked, pulling herself away from his gentle, yet demanding lips. "The baby."
"She's asleep," he whispered, motioning with his head for her to have a look.
"Oh." Pam nodded, seeing Ellie curled up asleep with her teddy bears, her little butt in the air and fingers in her mouth. "How could you tell?" she asked, impressed that he knew she was fast asleep when he didn't seem to be watching her at that moment.
"I could just tell. I know how she breathes when she's asleep, and trust me; she's having some sweet baby dreams right now."
"Baby dreams?"
"Yeah, she's probably dreaming about naps, bubble baths and mashed up banana."
"What are you talking about?"
"I have no idea. Just, come here." He groaned, pulling her face towards him, their mouths once again finding each other and his lips instantly opening beneath hers.
"Jim…"
"Hmm." He hummed, moving from her mouth to gently suck on her collarbone.
"Seriously, as much as I want to," she sighed, both from pleasure and at the thought of stopping. "We can't… I should…I should put Ellie in her bed for her nap."
He pulled back and smiled warmly at her. He knew she was right. It wasn't fair to leave her napping on the floor like that, Ellie should be in bed, and the way he was feeling, he didn't want to start something he couldn't finish.
"It's okay. I'll do it." He told her, running his finger lightly over the purpling mark he'd made on her neck mere seconds ago.
"Are you sure you feel up to it?" She asked, laughing quietly at how stupid that sounded after what they'd just been doing.
"I think I'll manage." He said, feigning a cough as he stood up.
"Aww, are you coming down with a cold?" She teased. "That's a shame. I don't like to make out with boys who are sick."
"Well, you weren't complaining a minute ago." He teased back, giving her a cheeky little wink; enjoying the way her face flushed as he spoke.
"Urgh, you're so annoying." She grinned, shaking her head and covering her face with her hands as she attempted to compose herself, desperately trying to stop the laughter that so badly wanted to burst out.
"Urgh, you're so cute." He mimicked back, scooping Ellie in to his arms and making his way towards the door.
Pam watched him walk upstairs; planting soft kisses on his daughter's rosy cheeks as he cradled her in his arms. It was at this moment she knew that this is where she wanted to be. That scared her slightly, how could she feel this way about him… about them, so soon? Her mom had always told her that when she met the man she was destined to spend the rest of her life with, she'd 'just know.' She'd always wondered what that meant, but now she knew; now she fully understood what her mom was trying to explain to her all those years ago. It wasn't just one thing, yes, her stomach felt like there were a hundred butterflies flitting around, and yes, her heart actually missed that beat she'd read about and yes, her knees threatened to buckle when he looked at her in Just. That. Way. She'd never felt like this with Roy. She'd never felt all the clichéd, old wives tales that she'd never believed were really true. Until now, when she found out that without doubt, they were clichés for a reason. Real and true.
"Did she go down okay?" Pam asked as Jim walked back into the living room interrupting her thoughts.
"Yep." He grinned, making his way towards where she was settled on the couch.
"Good. You should probably nap too."
"What?" he snorted. "I'm perfectly fine, thank you." Which was only partly true, his stomach was still a little tender and he felt as though he'd pulled an all-nighter.
"Jim, I saw you yawning the entire way down the stairs. You hardly slept last night. Go lay back down. I have things to do anyway."
"Like what?" He questioned, genuinely interested in what she could possibly have to do.
"The kitchen is a mess. Your kid is cute, but she's in to everything."
He took a seat beside her, resting his head on her shoulder. "I swear she'll eat anything she finds on the floor," he laughed. "Who needs a vacuum when you have a kid…"
"I noticed that. I had to keep fishing random pieces of cardboard out of her mouth."
"Sorry about that."
"You don't have to be sorry. Just, go to sleep, okay? I'll wake you in a bit," she grinned.
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Jim felt warm.
Not the cloying overly warm horribleness that he'd felt all weekend, but the snuggly, wrapped up on the couch, happy kind of warm that comes from knowing you are safe and cared for…and loved.
Smiling to himself, he let that thought linger around the edges of mind and soul. It was such a long time since he'd been able to say that about someone who wasn't related to him. He couldn't stop the corners of his mouth turning upwards as he thought about it all.
He loved and was loved in return.
If he'd had any doubt about that at all before the weekend, it was all but erased now. No woman would look after him during the simultaneously most embarrassing and horrid sessions he'd had with his toilet since he was a kid, while also looking after his baby in a way that always set his heart fluttering. And geez, he was totally beginning to sound like the girl in this relationship…
Speaking of, where were his girls? How long had he been asleep?
Right, he'd need to actually open his eyes and maybe move his body from the little warm cocoon on his couch to find that out, wouldn't he?
He felt better, he felt like he could move without bolting to the bathroom, which in itself was a small and very gratefully received improvement. But oh, the energy he had to summon up to crack open one eye wouldn't have been worth it for anything other than locating his girls. Well, one girl and, as his body always reminded him, one very much all woman.
He was on his second attempt to a three count – it took a lot of willpower to open his eyes it seemed – when he heard it. The quiet opening and closing of a door piqued his senses. He listened as soft padding footsteps that most definitely did not belong to his little monkey came closer. He schooled the smile that threatened to break on his face as he decided to wait and see how it played out.
A soft, but business like touch smoothed across his forehead, checking for a lingering fever, no doubt. He held himself still, waiting to see what she would do next, when he felt cool, silky lips touch his forehead in place of the hand. Jim wouldn't have been able to stop the gentle hum of approval that sounded from him if his life had depended on it.
"Hey, you," came her indulgent, happy voice. Everything about her, so easy, so caring.
Jim opened his eyes, filling his senses with her. The sparkle in her eyes, the nervous but honest smile on her lips, and the smell of everything that made her her…
"Hmmm. Hi." If he had the energy he'd have slapped his own head. That was it? That was his game? What happened to the thanks and praise and general lustful fantasies he'd promise himself he'd heap on her the moment he felt better?
Her answering chuckle stopped his thoughts though. Since when was a chuckle sexy?
"You've been asleep all evening, I tried waking you earlier…I didn't want you to not be able to sleep tonight"
Jim bit back his initial reaction. If he had his way, there would be very little sleeping tonight. For either of them. But she had to be tired right? Looking after him and his baby girl… wait.
"Where's Ellie?"
"Don't worry, she's all bathed, PJ'd, and sang to sleep. I really can't believe how quickly the vibration from my chest lulls her straight to sleep."
Jim started to sit up before he did something embarrassing at the mention of her chest. He figured giving his tired body something to task itself with would be enough distraction.
He was sort of wrong there.
Coughing slightly, he redirected himself again.
"She went to sleep without, Daddy?" Yeah, he knew the pout was showing.
"She's done a lot of things without Daddy this weekend, Jim, but she was so cute when she understood you were sick. She now knows the sign for 'feel better'. I'm sure she'll show you tomorrow."
Jim's heart all but exploded. Not just at the cuteness that was his daughter, but that he had someone to help him. Someone who loved Ellie and him enough to be there, to watch out for him, to ease his worries.
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate everything you've done for me this weekend."
"I'm only keeping you around for your adorable daughter."
"Hmm, I can't say I can blame you in the slightest for that."
Jim grinned as he watched Pam smile at him, her gorgeous eyes lighting up with something timeless and beautiful.
Just as her lips were about to touch his, reality reasserted itself and he pulled back sharply. Seeing the look of hurt cross her face, he hurried to explain.
"Pam, I've been asleep most of the day, after having some less than nice stuff come through my mouth over this weekend. I really don't want to inflict my breath on you right now- anymore than I have already…"
She was laughing. Not with him, not in relief. No she was laughing at him. He was being thoughtful, a good partner and she was laughing at him? It was his turn to look hurt, only he was sure he looked more like a pouting five year old.
"Hey, I was trying to be the perfect gentleman..."
"Too late for that." She teased, smacking his butt as he jumped off the couch.
"Give me two seconds?" He asked as he raced out of the living room, taking the stairs two at a time. He could hear her laughing to herself as he made it to the bathroom, making quick work of his teeth.
"All done?" She smiled, when he walked back in to the room.
"Yep. Minty fresh." He nodded, letting out a large puff of air in to her face to prove his point.
"That's charming. What happened to you wanting to be the perfect gentleman?"
"Yeah. I gave up on that." He told her, as he took her in to his arms and kissed her.
The sexy little moan he heard from her as he intensified the kiss sent him deeper. He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her close enough so that their bodies were perfectly aligned.
"Easy there, tiger, you're still sick, don't start something you can't finish," she laughed, enjoying the reaction she got from him.
"You know, I think I'll be okay."
"What are you doing?" Pam asked, giggling softly as Jim wrapped his arms securely around her waist, pulling her even closer towards him.
"Well, if you have to ask…" he mumbled, as he began kissing her neck softly. The rest of his words lost, as his tongue made quick work of the distance to her collar bone. A quiet sigh escaped from her lips, encouraging him to be a little more daring. Jim began slowly teasing the skin beneath her t-shirt, stroking her back slightly with the tips of his fingers. Her skin was warm and soft like velvet. His hands made their way around her waist, before settling on her stomach.
Stilling his hands, he asked. "Is this okay?"
"Hmm," she hummed, not once lifting her face to look at him as her grip on his shoulders tightened.
"Is this okay?" He repeated, unable to keep the laugh out of his voice.
"Oh, yeah." She brought her head up to look at him, letting him see just how okay she actually was.
"Good."
Stroking her belly ever so lightly with the backs of his knuckles, he watched in delight at the way it made her shiver.
"Upstairs."
"Hmm," he mumbled, as he kissed and nibbled on her collar bone.
"Take me upstairs."
Jim stepped back slightly to look at her. "Are you sure…?"
Her finger tips trailed from his shoulders, down his arms before lacing them between his own. He felt her pull him by his fingers and lead him to the door, quietly switching off the light without ever losing his gaze.
Jim pulled himself out of his stupor at the base of the stairs, pulling her to him with just enough force to bring her chest to his, his mouth to hers, his free hand tangling again in her hair while the other remained entangled with hers. He kissed her like a man who had finally been given everything he'd ever wanted, and he felt the shudder wrack through her.
Easing back through a fear of showing her too much too soon, he was shocked when he opened his eyes to catch her glorious green gaze laughing back up at him. Those goose bumps he thought he'd banished moments before chasing over his skin once more as she dropped his hand from hers and trailed her fingers over his chest, down his stomach before hooking them in his belt loop. The gentle tug he felt was more powerful than anything before as he let her lead him by the belt up the stairs, nothing spoken, but everything communicated.
This was it. Finally.
She was his.
He was hers.
XxXxXxX
Jim smiled as Pam softly closed the bedroom door behind them, turning away from him just for a moment to compose herself he thought.
But this was their time, and composure was overrated.
Taking a step towards her he crowded her back, his chest flush to her. Reaching around her, he held her firmly to him with one hand splayed on her stomach while the other gently turned her face to his, allowing his mouth the sheer pleasure of re-acquaintance.
Her answering sigh told him everything he needed to know and so he allowed his splayed fingers to trace patterns over her stomach, random meandering nothings that spoke so clearly to her of his emotion and his intentions. Now it was her turn to suffer the goose bumps.
Yet his Pam was far from passive. She turned in his arms threading both hands into his hair, allowing his kiss a much better angle to ravish as his hands wandered gratefully, mapping the contours of her spine and shoulders, before sweeping down and cupping that delicious peach of an ass and pulling her into him. Letting her feel the obvious arousal he sported.
The sound she made was a beautiful cross between need and desperation and it did it for him in a way nothing ever had before. His hips began grinding into her; involuntarily showing her what was to come, literally and figuratively. His hands ghosted around her sides, stroking the gentle swell of her breasts before capturing her already peaked nipples between his fingers, only then letting her gasp separate their mouths.
"I want to see you," he whispered at her, hardly recognising the sound of his own voice.
He waited until her small nod before slowly and carefully pulling her top up and over her head, dropping it uncaringly behind them.
His attention riveted to the simple white lace covering the most glorious breasts he'd ever seen.
Without conscious thought he dropped his mouth to one of the tempting peaks he could already see straining against the lace. Feeling her knees almost buckle as he tightened his teeth around her, playfully but with enough pressure to be perfect, before sucking hard, drawing her into his mouth. He wasn't sure who moaned loudest, he wasn't sure he cared because in that moment he felt her pull him up… by the ears…
"I want to see you too," she sighed.
He was wrong before. The lust and longing he heard coating her voice was what did it for him more than anything before. Ever.
He watched her watch her own hands as the pulled of his t-shirt, both watched and felt her explore his chest, letting her linger on the sensitive spots she found on his flanks before her fingers preceded her mouth to his nipples and he returned the favour. Only his knees actually buckled as her mouth closed around a nipple. It would've been embarrassing with any other woman. But with this one, with his Pam, is was just a testament of his love and adoration and judging by her smile at that moment, she knew it too.
They shared one silent, calm moment more, giving and receiving everything in just one gaze before the heat took them again, and before he knew it, he was hovering over her on the bed, him in just his boxers and her in just her underwear, and he was about to get to work on that.
His first glimpse of her bare chest stole his breath, her arms instinctively coming to cover herself, slightly uncomfortable under his gaze. He understood that, but he was blown away by how perfectly made for him she was and so he kissed confidence back into her. As his hips ground his aching length against her thigh, unable to contain the movement and somehow knowing that she needed it. Before he knew it, her arms were around his back, her fingers scratching at the skin while he learned her body one piece at a time. His mouth and tongue mapping the shape and feel of her breasts, her nipples as his hands drew patterns down her stomach, allowing her sighs and gasps to guide him until he was tracing a fingertip gently along the barrier of the elastic just under her bellybutton, over and over again, before sliding against the silk to her centre to rub ever so lightly at the moisture he could feel marking the silk. Over and over again, knowing it was driving her insane as he kept her mouth occupied with his, her nipples lavished with the attention of his other hand while waiting patiently for her tell.
And then suddenly, there is was - the uncontrolled bucking of her hips and the sigh of 'please' into his mouth.
He rose up from her and knelt in the cradle of her legs, looking down at the most glorious sight of woman he'd ever seen as his cock throbbed with impatience.
His fingers hooked beneath the elastic and slowly, teasingly for them both, tantalising each other with the wait, knowing it would be even better for the anticipation.
Until that moment when she was revealed to him, no barrier now, just her and her gloriously naked body as she waited for him – for him - to give her everything her body was asking for.
He couldn't help but allow his fingers to trail over her mound, dipping slightly into the warm, wet welcome she had for him, feeling her buck into the too light pressure as he teased and explored before giving her a little more pressure, a little more depth before tracing back up her centre to that little bundle of nerves that he'd already learned made her actually squeak.
"God, Jim, more… "
He obliged and allowed one finger to find her, pushing into her slowly, fully, curling within her over and over while his thumb played her clit as the other hand teased her nipples once more, letting himself watch her from this vantage point, feel her body and her reactions to him, over and over until she was mindless beneath his hands.
He wanted, needed, to taste her.
Sliding a second finger into her gently he began to lean down, bringing his face over her centre, breathing her in, feeling himself harden to painful levels at the sensations she was giving him, just by letting him play with her and he couldn't wait a moment longer, his tongue reached out and gently laved at the moisture around her clit, all the while keeping his fingers playing a rhythm inside of her.
He felt her entire body stiffen, not in ecstasy, but in shock. He immediately stopped moving and looked up at her. Seeing a rosy hue spread on her face, burning in embarrassment, not need. He felt the frown mar his forehead as he struggled against his own all-encompassing arousal to figure out what happened. What was wrong? It was only when her eyes flicked to his mouth that he understood.
"You don't want me to taste you?
If it was possible, her blush intensified.
"I… I just… I'm really… and I … " he made a mental note to remind himself to tease her later for being embarrassed even when he had two fingers buried in her and she was stark naked in front of him. But for now he had to fix this.
"I want to taste you, Pam. So badly. If you don't want me to because you don't like it, that's perfectly fine, but if it's just because you are embarrassed, please… don't be. I want you. All of you. And god, I'm dying to feel you come apart on my mouth and hand. Please let me."
He felt her inner walls clamp on his fingers even as he saw her blush change from shy to aroused again, so he started to gently move again inside of her as he brought her hand to the slit in his boxers.
"Feel that, Pam. Feel how much I want you, need you. Every single bit of you."
It was his turn to gasp as her fingers circled him, already seeming to know exactly how to move over him, the perfect pressure, glorious.
"God, Pam. Please…"
He moved his mouth to her again, knowing she didn't need to speak the words, the rush of extra warmth coating his fingers and the fluttering of her internal walls was enough permission that he needed.
Her fingers fell away from him as his tongue laved her, broad strokes turning into light and teasing as his fingers moved within her. His sole purpose now to make her break apart around him, needing to feel it, hear it, see it.
He settled his lips tightly around her clit just as he felt her grip his fingers with her inner muscles, knowing she was right on edge, hearing that keening cry that drove him wild, a hum moving through his throat just enough of a vibration to push her over the edge as she shattered around him.
Glorious indeed.
XxXxXxX
He slowly withdrew his fingers, gently pressing one last kiss to her mound before rising up again to sit on his heels and look at the splendid devastation he'd wrought on her. He watched as her chest heaved as she caught her breath. Her elevated heart rate actually reminding him of the now painfully uncomfortable throbbing in his shorts. Yeah, he should do something about that.
Sliding down to lay on his side against her, he planted gentle kisses to her shoulder, his hand tracing slow sweeping arcs over her body, thigh, hip, stomach, chest as his other hand worked his shorts lower over his hips, stunned into stillness when her eyes caught his on a breath-taking smile, while her hands helped push the cotton over his hips and down his legs.
"I want to see you too, Jim," she whispered on an exhale as his heart just about stopped when she took him in hand, once more with perfect tempo and strength and brought him to a quivering wreck within seconds. The moment her thumb traced his tip, spreading his own moisture, he was done for. He rolled over her, his mouth taking hers deeply, letting her taste herself on him, loving her more for not pulling away from her flavour on him.
Her hand was killing him, slowly in the best way possible and if he let her carry on, he was going to finish way before either of them wanted.
Placing a gentle kiss on her nose, he pulled her hand away from him, watching the knowing smile creep across her face as her fingers stroked his cheek and her other hand curled around his beside her head.
This was that thing they talked about in movies, it had to be, because it was nothing like he'd ever felt before.
Reaching blindly into his nightstand without ever letting his eyes fall from hers or his hand from hers, he cursed his lack of foresight. Sure he'd been smart enough to stock up on condoms, but he hadn't been smart enough to open the damn box beforehand…
He actually cursed and was relieved at her answering laugh and sly kiss to his bottom lip before letting him go and pay attention to what he needed in that moment. The five seconds it took to rip both the box and the condom wrapper open were far too much for him though, as was the three seconds it took for him to roll the latex on and position himself against her.
He felt her spread her legs wider, fitting him into the cradle of her body so perfectly he almost wanted to weep, her hand finding his again, while her other went to his cheek again.
"Now, Jim. Now." He would never know if she actually said those words audibly in that moment or if he just felt them, but either way, he slowly, calmly pushed himself into her, savouring his last first time. Both of their last first times.
Her groan of pleasure as he filled her echoed in him, as he held still once he was fully within her, giving them both a moment to adjust and take in the sheer beauty of the moment. He had been wrong before, this was what they talked about in movies, this wasn't sex, this was him, making love, for the first time in his life.
Wow. He really was the girl in this relationship tonight!
Time to prove just how much of a man he was.
And with that thought, his lips lowered to rest against hers, not kissing, just touching, just savouring the contact, sharing their breath as he began to move within her.
Long, slow, deep strokes that brought them both to the brink, before he eased off, teasing them both time and again before he felt her walls flutter around him, felt the tension coil in his back and knew he couldn't hold off a moment longer. Her head flew back as her body arched against his. His strokes became sloppy, erratic and harder, hitting her in the perfect spot, once, twice, three times, before he heard her cry out at the same moment her walls gripped him in a way that told him she'd flown all over again.
He stilled, letting her come down from her high, come back to him before he felt her take his lips in a deep and sated kiss, before tangling her hands in his hair again as she whispered, "…let me feel you, now, Jim. Your turn, baby, let go."
And so he dropped his forehead into the valley of her breasts and did just as he was told.
The tension in his spine coiling through him like a snake, reaching beyond anything he knew, as he came within her, deep, hard and longer than ever before as her body milked every last shudder of bliss from him as her words hit him deep in his soul.
"Finally," she sighed.
He couldn't speak, couldn't reply, could only move his mouth to hers and kissed her with everything he had, everything he felt, everything he dreamed they'd be.
She pulled away, and kissed his forehead again, shushing him into calm, confirming she was there, and with him in everything.
He rolled to his side, quickly tying and placing the condom in the bedside bin and then curled his body around hers, touching her everywhere he could. Letting the sheer joy of the moment live for as long as possible as he felt her breathing even out, grow shallow as she began drifting off to sleep.
"I'm in love with you," he whispered quietly, cradling her close to his chest.
Her hand touched his cheek and she spoke. "I love you, too. Both of you."
XxXxXxX
This was it for him. And if he hadn't known before, he did now. He was never letting her go and as he looked down on her, quietly sleeping naked in his arms, he knew he was going to marry her. Not tomorrow, not next week, but she was it. His one.
That mythical one that he'd never dreamed was real, but that every chick-flick he'd suffered through during his life proclaimed to be there and just waiting for you. He'd always scoffed and put it down to Hollywood selling a bill of goods. But she was, she was here and proving it to him every day in every way. He grimaced at just how girly that sounded and made a mental note to keep those thoughts to himself – for now anyway.
He looked back at her again as his own eyes began to drift shut.
He didn't so much mind being the girl in the relationship if it got him her.
Yeah, he'd take that. Every day for the rest of his life.
Because the movies had it right, after all.
TBC