A/N: Another chapter is here! I'm so glad to be able to update tonight! I hope you like! Leave some reviews and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I hold no claim to the office. What a pity!
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"You know we're going to get caught eventually," Pam halfheartedly argued as Jim's lips crashed against hers the moment the elevator closed. "Then what will you have to say for yourself?"
"That I'm the luckiest guy on the planet," Jim murmured, "and I just can't help myself."
"Jim," Pam gushed, "you have to get in control."
"I know," he stated, resting his forehead against hers. "I just can't help it some days. I have to sit and watch you and all I can think about is how I want to be holding your hand or keeping you close so the moment we're alone that is all I want to do."
"That's…sweet, in a slightly obsessive way," Pam teased, "but I know. Maybe we should tell everyone, and then we wouldn't have to keep it a secret anymore."
"Maybe," Jim started and shut his eyes tight.
"But you don't want to."
"It's not that I don't want to," Jim assured her, "it's just, I don't want to deal with Michael yet. You know how he'll be and I wouldn't be able to stand him saying anything to you…"
"No matter what he says…"
"I know that you can handle it," Jim interrupted her, "I don't have a doubt about that. I just don't know if I could. This may sound caveman and chauvinistic but I want to protect you from all of that. I cringe now if he even says the smallest thing…"
"I know hon," Pam kissed Jim's forehead gently, "we won't say anything for now. I do kind of like having the secret."
"It makes things more mischievous," Jim grinned and he thought of Dwight and Angela for just a moment.
"It does," Pam agreed threading her fingers through his for the second before the doors opened before shoving them into her pockets. "Are you coming over tonight?"
"I was planning on it," Jim nodded, "is that okay?"
"Of course," Pam smiled brightly at him, "I've actually got to get home and check on dinner. I've been letting it simmer all day."
"You didn't."
"I told you I would."
"You are the best girlfriend in the world," Jim cried and Pam just chuckled.
"If I knew that making you beef stew would get this kind of reaction I would have made it a long time ago," Pam teased, "it's just soup."
"My favorite soup," Jim corrected, "I'll run home and be over to your house in about an hour. You want me to grab dessert on my way there?"
"And a movie," Pam agreed, "See you in awhile."
"That's for sure."
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The summer was finally coming to a close and with it the first several months of Jim and Pam's relationship. They'd been dating for almost four months now and Pam wasn't sure she'd ever been happier.
She opened her eyes and was surprised by the bright sunlight that flooded through the already open curtains in her bedroom. She could smell coffee and bacon drifting in from the kitchen and smiled at the thought of Jim in her kitchen making breakfast. She stretched, yawning deeply, before snuggling back down into her comforter. A lazy smile spread over her lips.
They spent most nights together now, alternating between his apartment and hers, both having a set of the necessary toiletries at the other's home. It was familiar, and comfortable, and Pam was content, pretty much.
She'd been thinking more and more about making their living arrangements more permanent. It seemed silly for them both to be paying rent on separate apartments and utilities when they were together a majority of the time anyway.
But as much as she wanted to do that, it scared her at the same time. They still newness of their relationship made her doubt that move. She needed to make a decision soon though, her lease was about to expire.
"Good morning beautiful," Jim greeted as the door swung awkwardly open and he carried in a tray. "I thought today would be a perfect morning for breakfast in bed."
"Why thank you kind sir," Pam teased and scooted up into the pillows to allow the tray to be placed around her lap. "Are you sharing this mound of food with me?"
"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?" Jim asked with a smirk and Pam couldn't help but giggle.
This just feels so right, Pam thought to herself as she watched Jim chow down, waking up next to him each morning, spending lazy Saturday mornings in bed away from the world. I want this.
"You okay Pam?" Jim asked, noticing her spacey look. "You looked like you were a million miles away just then."
"I'm fine," Pam assured him placing her lips gently against him, "just admiring the view."
"The view huh?" Jim teased, "Happy to be of assistance to your morning daydreams."
"You always are."
"We are so corny," Jim laughed throwing his head back.
They fell back into a comfortable silence while they ate and Pam's thoughts continued to roll. The words were there, still unsaid, but there. She didn't know why she had waited so long, but she didn't want to wait any longer. She opened her mouth, but no sounds came out. Closing it again she fiddled with her fork. If Jim noticed her strange behavior he didn't say anything and for that Pam was glad.
"What do you want to do today?" Jim asked after several moments and his voice pulled Pam quickly and abruptly from her thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Are you sure you're okay Beesley?" Jim asked, "You've been acting strange this morning."
Pam nodded, "I'm fine, I promise."
"Okay," Jim answered, still unconvinced, "what did you want to do today?"
"Um," Pam muttered, "I don't know. Not much. We could stay in bed all day long and it wouldn't bother me."
"What if we have a movie day?" Jim asked, "we haven't done that in awhile and that doesn't require us leaving the house if we don't want."
"Sounds perfect," Pam murmured and leaned her head against Jim's chest and looked up into his eyes. They sparkled and spoke volumes of the love that he held for her and although the words hadn't been spoken she knew how he felt and more importantly how she felt.
She took a deep breath and turned to face him, her eyes never leaving his.
"Pam?"
Pam silenced him with a gentle kiss and pulled back only far enough to whisper the words, "I love you," against his ear and bury her head into his chest. A tear slipped from her eye in anticipation to his response and smiled when she felt his lips against her hair.
"I love you too," he whispered, "so much. God I love you so much."
She lifted her head and their lips met in a tender touch.
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Their glow from their confessions that morning still hadn't worn off as they cuddled on the couch as the credits for another movie rolled. Jim's fingers were massaging hers and she couldn't help but let out a small sigh.
"Are you sure you are okay?" he asked, "I know you told me you were, but you still seem…"
"Out of it?" she finished and she felt him nod. "I guess I kinda am."
She felt him stiffen and squeezed his hand, "I meant what I said today, this morning…that hasn't changed and I don't regret for a second finally telling you that."
"You can tell me anything, you know that right?"
"I know."
"Okay," Jim said and studied his hands intensely, "I don't want you to be afraid to talk to me, to tell me what you are thinking or feeling."
"I'm not…"
"Pam…"
"Honest," Pam stopped him, "I'm not. I just don't know what I think yet so how can I expect you too?"
"Why don't you try me?" he asked. "We can if anything work it through together."
"Okay," Pam started shakily, "my…my lease on my apartment is going to be up the end of September, just over a month away…"
"Really?" Jim's voice shook with apprehension, "are you going to renew?"
Pam shrugged, "I don't know."
"Does this mean you've been thinking…?" His voice trailed off and Pam just smiled, she knew what he was thinking, it was after all the same thing she'd been thinking since the reminder notice had arrived in the mail the previous week.
"I've been thinking about it…yes, I just didn't know if…"
"I have," Jim answered cutting off her statement, "I definitely have thought about it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, but I wasn't sure if you had…"
"I have…"
"So…"
"So…"
Pam started to giggle, feeling completely girly and ridiculous and was comforted with Jim's grin spread and a choked laugh escaped.
"I guess we should make it official," Jim said after a few moments when his breathing returned to normal.
"That is the only way I'll agree," Pam told him and Jim wrapped his arms tightly around her shoulders.
"Would you," he began, "Pam Beesley, like to move in with me?"
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"The cameras will be back today," Jim stated over breakfast in his apartment, "its going to get much harder to keep this under wraps."
"We can do it," Pam assured him, "tell me we are going out for dinner tonight."
"Why? You don't want to try to cook around all of the boxes and rearranging?"
"No," Pam answered firmly, "I'm going out of my mind. I was really hoping this would be done by now, we've been working on it all weekend."
"True," Jim said, "but we've both got a lot of stuff that we are cramming into one not so large apartment, it's going to take time to figure out."
"Are you sure about this?"
"More sure than anything," Jim assured her wrapping his arms around her waist, "come one, let's get this day over with."
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A/N: So, what did you think? I'm not sure how I feel about it. Let me know if you think I should keep going.