36A/N: This is my first "The Office" fan fiction I've written…and I have a few more saved that I would be interested in releasing depending on the reaction to this….so please feel free to read this and comment… btw this is rated teen because its slightly adult but by no means "M" (at least not yet :D) anyway please review!
Dis.: I do not own The Office…or John Krasinski (sadly D:)
The air is warm as Pam catches her breath. Bending down she retrieves her silk dress from the ground under Jim's desk, sliding it over her hips and up her body.
Jim backs away from her, pulling his own clothes back on. His shaggy hair is even messier, his gentle eyes glisten with un-cried tears and a smile beams on his face.
Both are content, holding each other in the dim light of the Dunder-Mifflin office. Her hair has fallen loose, and he twines his fingers in it.
"Pam," he whispers as he reaches out and traces his fingers across her cheek. "I love you. I always have Beasley." He says as he leans in and kisses her passionately again.
His tongue traces her lips, begging entrance. She opens her mouth and he enters, their tongues dance around each other perfectly. Each made for the other. Lovers.
Her hips subconsciously buck against his, and she feels his growing arousal nudging her hip bone. He brings both hands to her face, and he holds it gently, pressing her lips to his own.
When the two separate to breathe, she giggles softly as she pulls her hair back into a bun at the nape of her neck.
"What?" He asks tiredly, running his fingers through his hair self-consciously. He was genuinely curious what could make this moment funny for her. He knows she felt his arousal, but he hadn't been able to control himself.
"I just think it's funny." She sighs as she kisses him once more.
"What's funny?" he asks, playing her game.
"That something like a kiss, has those affects on us. I mean, seriously, we lasted seven years without doing this. Yet our bodies react like its," she pauses, "meant to be."
"It is." He says, completely serious. His grin is less prominent now, though she isn't looking at his face anymore.
Her beautiful eyes are staring at her engagement ring. Tears fill her eyes. Her voice is thick with emotion as she brings her face back up to meet his pleased expression and whispers "Roy."
"Pam. No. Please. Don't do this…not now." He pleads as she ruefully pushes away from him, snatching her purse from his now disheveled desk top.
"Jim. I…" she chokes out, taking one last look at his face before turning quickly and sprinting to the door.
He falls shell-shocked into his desk chair. "Pam…" he whispers, his heart-broken.