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“Hey, Pam.”
Pam’s head turned as Jim’s hand whispered over her back. Smiles lit up both their faces.
Jim and Pam had, incidentally, both volunteered to work a late shift at the office. They were the only ones there. Definitely not on purpose.
Pam let the teabag in her hand hang over her mug for a second before depositing it in the bin. As she took a sip, her eyes met Jim’s, and danced.
Jim, slowly and deliberately, let his eyes travel her figure - up, down, up. He grinned as Pam blushed. The pink of her cheeks was visible even in the dim light in the kitchen. She shook her head amusedly. “You know we can’t be inappropriate here, Jim. We’re fully grown and responsible adults.”
He threw her a puppy-eyed pout as he brushed behind her and opened the refrigerator. He opened it and gazed in idly.
Pam simply looked at him, losing herself in the somehow highlighted way his eyes shone, his hair glistened smoothly, his strong hand curved as he rested in on the counter.
She shook herself mentally, and sighed audibly. Jim peered at her. “You tired?”
She did not want to admit her defeat. “No,” she lied. Jim smiled at her and closed the refrigerator.
He stretched, flexing his forearms. “I’m pretty much done.” He paused and looked over at her. A suspicious sparkle glinted in his eye, and Pam paused.
Suddenly, he scooped her up and turned to place her gently on the break room table. “Jim!” she squealed as he placed a smacking kiss on her cheek. Her tone, still high-pitched, took on a humorous tone as she said, “We’re still in the office. This is our place of work.”
Jim scrunched his eyebrows and nodded his head over-seriously as he slid his hands around her waist, stepping in between her legs. “Of course. This is no place for such inappropriate things like making out on tables.”
Pam agreed, pursing her lips to match his mock-seriousness. “Oh, definitely not. We should - ”
Jim cut her off by placing an unexpected, heavy, open-mouthed kiss on her neck, and she drew a sharp intake of breath, surprised, and squirmed underneath him. He trailed smaller kisses up down to her barely-exposed collarbone, where only the top button sat open, then up to her face, where he ended with a lingering kiss on her lips.
Pam leaned into him for just a second before gasping and pushing his face away from hers, sliding her hands into his hair. His eyes slid shut, but she gave his shoulders a gentle shake. “Jim, we can’t do this here.”
His eyes were wide and eager and pleading. “I know… but Pam…” he leaned forward to try to get back at her lips, but she stilled him with her hands on his chest.
He exhaled a dramatic sigh before grinning and lifting her - his hands right on her bum - fluidly off the table and onto the floor. He smoothed her hair back as she adjusted her blouse and skirt.
A beat passed as they grinned at each other.
Jim spoke as he took her hand and led her out of the kitchen. “Come on then, let’s head home. We’ll have a nice dinner- ”
“Of eleven p.m. takeout?” Pam interjected.
“Yeah - Chinese?” She nodded in response. Jim stopped to hand her her purse and slip her coat around her shoulders before folding his own over his arm, offering his other elbow for her to hold.
“We’ll stop at Yum’s on the way home, watch an episode of something stupid on T.V., and then go to sleep - ”
“Or not,” Pam cut in suggestively.
Jim raised an eyebrow at her. “Or not.”
Pam smiled. “But either way, we’ll end with cuddling.”
Jim rested his hand on top of hers as he agreed. “Yes. We’ll definitely end with cuddling.”
Pam giggled as they exited the building, Jim locking it behind them. They had a great night ahead of them. One filled with chatting, bad TV, delicious takeout, possibly a makeout - or more - and cuddling. What a couple they made.