jam oneshots | for the soul~

christmas with pb & j.

Artwork done by Lauren on Ladamania! I thiNK
The art is what Pam drew
Jim and Pam spend their first Christmas as a couple at Pam's apartment xx
The Office don't know they're a couple btw

"Hey, Jim!" Pam beamed as she opened the front door. "Merry Christmas!" He smiled sleepily at her, his eyes partly closed. "Morning, Beesly. You're up early," he yawned. "It's 10, sweetie. Did you have a late-night last night?" She asked gently as she ushered him inside. "You bet. I went out with Dwight, Michael, and Andy. Clearly a mistake," he continued to speak as he entered, "since they tried to get me a stripper." There was something behind his back.

Pam laughed. Most women would be worried by this statement, but not her. She trusted Jim, although they had only been dating for a little while, and she knew he'd never do anything with a stripper, even if his life depended on it. "Michael and Andy, I presume." She shut the front door softly, then turned to face him. "Bingo," he smiled and kissed her forehead softly. Pam closed her eyes, her heart swelling with love. Even when he looked at her, she got butterflies- all it took was a simple glance, and she was ready to lay down her life for him. They gazed at each other for a few moments, before Jim looked away. "Uh, so...Merry Christmas, Beesly. Forgot to say it back earlier," he chuckled. "Oh, and, before you peg me as a bad, forgetful boyfriend, uh...here you go," Jim handed her a bouquet of roses, then reached into his pocket and produced a small box. Pam smiled and took the flowers. "Thank you, these are my favourite." They grinned in unison. Pam's eyes fell to the box and she stared at it, her heart skipping a beat as she thought it was an engagement ring.

But then she realised that he wouldn't propose to her so casually, just stood in front of her door. No, that wasn't his style. He'd take her out somewhere nice- maybe a restaurant, or ice-skating, considering this time of year. She was daydreaming about it when he tapped her shoulder. "Pam?" he laughed.

"Oh...! Sorry," she giggled. "I was thinking about...ah, well, it doesn't matter." She put the flowers down on the side then looked at his hand and gently took the box from him. She glanced up at him and noticed his nervous expression. "Don't worry. I'm going to love it." Jim smiled, although he had to admit that he wasn't fully convinced.

Pam opened it, and she immediately squealed. "Oh my Gosh! I love it!" It was a golden necklace, with a diamond heart that had 'P+J' engraved onto it. "It's so beautiful, Jim..." she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "I don't think I've told you yet...but...I love you, Jim Halpert...so very much. You're the light of my life...and very perfect." There seemed to be large tears in his eyes too, but he blinked them away before she could asses this properly. "That's so sweet, Pam. And you're the light of my life too...man, you have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that to me..." He tilts her head up and kisses her.

Pam smiles against his soft, reassuring lips. He pulled her body against his gently, his arms wrapping around her small body. She was small, yes (though not as small as Angela), but her body was incredible; to him, at least. Jim's hands trailed down to above her butt, yet didn't roam anymore because he didn't think she was ready. Pam paused, then pulled back. "Mm...Jim...why did you stop?" she murmured, kissing at his neck. Jim let out a content sigh. "It's Christmas," he chuckled. "Do you really want our first time to be on Christmas?" he asked.

She shrugs. "It's more merry this way, isn't it?" She smirks. Jim shakes his head and tuts. "Dirty, Beesly. Very shameful." She nuzzles into him. "Shut up, you love it." They chuckle, before there's a silence. "We can't wait forever," she insists. Jim bites his lip, and Pam blushes. God, he drove her insane. Before he can say anything, Pam grabs his arm and leads him into her bedroom.

10 minutes later.

Jim and Pam were still in disbelief, panting loudly. "...um...wow?!" She turns to face him, her eyes wide. "How did you get so good at sex?" Pam asked. "You...you did that thing...and that thing with the thing...and then...oh my god!" She shivered. Jim smiled. "Pam Beesly. I've been studying your body for years. It's just a matter of guessing what you like," he wraps his arms around her. "Ah, you're so cold." He pulls the duvet over her more. "There you go, babe."