Jim woke up with Pam curled up in his arms; he smiled and hugged her gently. For the seconds before he opened his eyes he had been sure it was a dream, but here she was in his arms. He closed his eyes and suddenly he felt Pam stir.

"Oh!" she said and sat up.

Jim opened his eyes and sat up too.

"Oh my gosh, Jim I'm so sorry, that's so weird I never sleep like that, Roy doesn't like…" Pam rambles and then suddenly stops as if she's done something wrong.

Jim felt joy swell in his chest, he was wrong she didn't sleep like that with Roy. He didn't hold her in his arms every night; she had only let Jim do that.

"What's that weird look for?" Pam asked. Jim laughed as he realized he must have had the most ridiculous look on his face, a spacey grin.

"Nothing," Jim smirked, "Hey I'm gonna make pancakes you want some?"

Pam smiled. "No one has ever offered to make me pancakes before work before."

"Well Beasly, you're in luck, because I just happen to love making pancakes."

"Um, I need to shower before work, can I use yours?"

"Sure, just come down to the kitchen when you're done, I'll have breakfast ready."

Jim stood in the kitchen making chocolate chip pancakes and listening to the water in the shower above. He tried really hard not to think about Pam naked in his shower. He was failing miserably; Jim began boiling water for tea. Pam loved tea. Above him the water stopped.

A few seconds later Pam stood at the edge of Jim's kitchen with only one of Jim's threadbare towels wrapped around her. Jim made a mental note to buy new towels as he gapped at her; the towel only fell midway down her thighs and clung delectably to her curves.

"I don't have anything I can wear to work, I won't have time to go home first…" Pam was beginning to panic.

Jim smirked, "You are in luck Beasly, Larissa is in the process of moving." Pam looked at Jim with a what the hell does that have to do with me kind of way. "She's storing some boxes here, and she's maybe only a few inches taller than you, you could borrow something."

"Really? Are you sure she won't mind?" Pam asked skeptically.

"Nah she won't care, its either that or go in my towel."

Pam laughed and followed Jim to a hall closet that was packed full of boxes. It was a good thing Larissa compulsively labeled everything; Jim was able to quickly pick out the box labeled "work clothes."

"Just pick something and bring it in to me, ok?" Pam said as she sauntered into Jim's spare room. She didn't really saunter, but that's what Jim saw as almost-naked Pam walked away.

Jim looked back to the box and began to curse under his breath as he sifted through the clothes. Shit. Shit. Shit. Larissa and Pam were two very different people. Larissa was very fashion forward, she bought all of her clothes in New York; Pam bought all of her clothes at the Steamtown Mall. Not a single cardigan in the whole box.

Finally Jim decided on something relatively safe; it was one of those dresses where the bottom was a plain black skirt and the top was a silky purple blouse connected with a thick black belt. Jim knocked on the door and handed Pam the dress and a pair of kitten heels, not that he knew what they were; they were just in a box that Larissa had labeled "kitten heels."

Jim was sitting at the Kitchen table eating pancakes and reading the newspaper; his leg was jiggling with the anticipation of seeing Pam. "Jim?" Pam asked skeptically. Jim looked up, while Larissa was several inches taller than Pam the dress was still shorter than what Pam usually wore. Jim couldn't help but gawk at Pam's legs. Pam's chest was spilling out of the top of the dress because his sister didn't have the curves that Pam did; she was a Halpert after all, a total bean-pole just like Jim.

Pam looked very self-conscious, but Jim couldn't say anything. Finally he managed to stutter out "Pam, you look gorgeous."

Pam was floored by the sincerity of Jim's comment. She felt the color rush to her cheeks; she quietly sat down and ate the breakfast Jim had made for her.

As the two began to finish their breakfast Jim got up and began to run water into the sink. Pam cocked her head to the side confused, "What are you doing?" she asked bewildered.

"Dishes, duh" he answered turning to give her a weird look. Jim looked so cute standing at the sink; the sleeves to his work shirt were rolled up to his elbows and his forearms were covered in bubbles.

Pam had never seen Roy take his dished to the sink let alone clean them. Pam's heart melted, it was silly but she thought Jim was so cute doing dishes. Pam stood next to Jim at the sink and rinsed the dishes and placed them in the drainer.

It was a perfect moment standing here with Jim; she could see Jim's small yard bathed in early morning sun through the window just above the sink. Pam smiled and let her head fall gently against Jim's arm. Jim felt his heart warm. Both wished simultaneously that the fifteen minutes before they had to leave for work would go slower.

AN: Ok, this chapter took me forever to write because I wasn't really sure where I wanted to go with it. It's not my best writing. This is also the last chapter in my original story, but I'm thinking about continuing. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!