jam oneshots | for the soul~

comfort sex.

set after New Boss
pam feels bad for jim and decides to cheer him up through...yeah well you can read the title lmao
ALSO I'm focusing more on emotions than the sex itself so Im just gonna skip past MOST OF THE nasty okay bye

"God," Jim began to complain the minute he got through the front door, "that was so embarrassing...I've never felt so humiliated..." he buried his face in his hands as Pam gently shut the door behind them. "I know," she said comfortingly, "but it could be worse, right?"

"How, Pam?" He asked bitterly. "How could this possibly be any worse?" He furiously kicked off his shoes and removed his socks with a constantly annoyed expression. She shrugged, leaning against the door and folding her arms. "I could be with Roy. You could be with Karen. One of us could be dead, who knows?" She slowly made her way over to him, placing her arms on his waist. He didn't pull his hands away from his face, however.

"I think you might be overreacting...though I understand your frustration." She gently tugged his hands from his face and gazed up at him. "Can I say something, though?"

Jim shrugged carelessly. "You can if you want," he murmured, averting her soft gaze. "You look really hot like this...I didn't say anything before work because I didn't want to start you off...sexually, I mean, because we had work and stuff...but you're...really attractive...like this..." she began to undo his bowtie, making him smile, though he tried to hide it.

"I think I look stupid," he says quickly, trying to rile her up. "Mmm, no you don't." She clearly falls for it- or maybe she is only allowing him to think that he's winning. "You're beautiful, Jim. Even when you do make yourself look silly." She giggles. "Gosh, you've changed so much ever since we met. And I don't mean in personality...I mean in appearance. Well- you've changed in personality too, but...I dunno. Your hair used to be a lot different. And do you have eyebags now? Is that my fault?"

"Oh, it's your fault, little Miss Beesly- you keep me up all night," he says with a smirk, which she shares. "So sorry. Would you rather I slept on the couch, so you could get some sleep instead?" She undoes a few of his buttons and gently strokes the hairs on his chest. "No way." He insists.

"Well, that's kind of you. The couch is hard and kinda lumpy..." she glances down at his trousers, seeing something poking furiously through the material. "And I guess you're hard too, so it seems." Her grin is large. He goes red, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I'm sorry,"

"Why? We live together, we've had sex before and you're still flustered about getting a hard-on? Pretty admirable, Halpert." She gently plants a kiss on his nose. He laughs quietly. "I know, but...I still can't believe we're together, even after all this time, all the nights we've spent having sex and talking and laughing and...I don't know. I'm a massive loser, sorry," he gushes, making her smile widely, eyebrows furrowing. "You're my loser, though, Jim." She began to undo the rest of his buttons.

"Shouldn't we move this to the bedroom?" He questioned. Pam shook her head with a grin. "It's more fun to do it in the hallway, I tend to find," she responded, making them share a laugh.

Jim began to take off his black jacket and folded it up. "Do you know, I might actually wear this again at some point. It's kinda nice. Though I'm not gonna have my hair like this again...the gel is a nightmare."

"It's sexy," she insists with a grin. She removes his shirt once she's undone all the buttons, then gently traces her fingers over his abs. "You're so stunning," Pam sighs lovingly. "I adore the way you look."

"Am I your 'ideal man', Pam?" He questions with a charming smile, making her laugh. "Basically...you're all I've ever wanted."

"Is that so?" He asks. "You've told me that I look like Nixon, and you're still attracted to me?"