By the time her breathing had returned to normal, he was gone.

I do not own Jim or Pam nor any other being inhabiting the Dunder-Mifflin universe...damn!  No infringements or impingements of any kind are either inferred or implied.

Pam and Jim give baby-making a try.

The last two parts posted 10/22.

A few light bits and pieces I'd accumulated (have written enough angst lately, thanks.) Since they were just languishing, I figured I'd resurrect Vignettes and send them out into the world. Each is a stand-alone, NOT a chapter in a work-in-progress, so feel free to jump in and out. (I'm thinking there will be 3-5 pieces, but will have to see how the mood strikes me.)

If I owned these characters, would I be writing this stuff? Seriously. No copyright infringement is intended.

Obviously a response to the Sleepless in Scranton challange, no one responded and I felt bad, so here's my attempt.

It's 3am, what is going on in the lives of our favorite Dunder Mifflinites?

He knows it’s clichéd, but he swears he can still feel the remnants of her touch from earlier, when she’d grabbed his arm playfully, giggling about wedding bands and making him forget the fact that he was leaving and she wasn’t his. 

Takes place on Casino Night.