AN: This turned out a little more watercolor-y than smutty, but still M for a reason. Feedback is love.

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"I put the champagne in the fridge," she tells him as he crawls under the covers.

"Later," he replies, kissing her again. She moans softly into him as his tongue teases hers and his hands skim down her body. Goosebumps rise on her pale flesh in response and she winds her arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

"I can't believe you left me waiting here for nearly three hours," she murmurs as he presses kisses down her neck. "I had such big plans for tonight."

"We've never had the best timing, have we?"

"Not quite, but I think we're getting better. Just promise not to be late for the wedding."

"I'll do my best," he jokes and she slaps his bare shoulder. He retaliates by nipping at her collarbone and digging his fingers beneath her ribs. She giggles at his tickling and reaches for his own most ticklish spot, just under his armpit. He jumps across the bed away from her fingers but she follows, swinging a leg over his stomach.

Looking up at Pam as she straddles him, her golden curls framing her face, and warmth and happiness well up in his chest. He cannot believe she is finally here with him, that she will be his wife. He slides his hands to her rounded hips and she meets his eyes.

"I am so in love with you."

"That's good. I wouldn't want you to propose because you just sorta like me." He pinches her thigh and she giggles, but then turns serious. "I love you too. Madly." He reaches up and threads his fingers through her hair, pulling her down for a kiss. She kisses back and begins to roll her hips, feeling him rise beneath her.

His large hands cup her rear, guiding her rhythm, and Pam twists damp strands of Jim's hair between her fingers as she kisses him deeply. Her body feels warm all over with the heat concentrated between her thighs. She wants him so badly and for the rest of her life.

Jim rolls them so he's on top, trailing his lips down to her chest. He laves at the creamy flesh, nips at the sensitive skin, licks down the gentle curve of her stomach and settles himself between her thighs.

Pam moans and pants as he fulfills her fantasy and ravishes her. He knows exactly what she likes and exploits that knowledge. Soon, she wails her way through her first orgasm and then he slides inside her with a groan.

Their timing hasn't always been great but between the sheets, they have always been compatible. He fits her perfectly, her body and her soul. His thrusts inside her hit all the right spots. His moans in her ear, telling her how much he loves her, send her heart soaring. He reaches his climax shortly after she reaches her second and rolls to his back, clutching her close to his sweaty chest.

She nuzzles the crook between his shoulder and neck and sighs deeply. "Love you," she murmurs into his skin. His stomach rumbles in response. They both laugh.

"I haven't eaten since breakfast," he explains. "You keep distracting me with your womanly wiles."

"You know what goes great with champagne? Chinese food." Jim grins.

"You call House of China, I'll get the glasses."