Pam sat at her desk and sighed. She could not wait for the weekend. She glanced down at the clock on her taskbar from her Free Cell game. She looked up and saw Jim his desk. He had moved back to his old desk the morning after their frist date.

He must have seen her from the corner of his eye, because he also looked up and smiled at her.

She could not believe that it had been over a full week since Jim had interrupted her private interview to ask her out. That night had been incredible. He had taken her out to dinner and a late movie. Given that they did not really need a "getting to know you" stage, they were both at ease with showing affection. Jim had made the first move, simply slipping his arm around her back as they waited for their table at the restaurant. Then, at the movies, he put his arm around her and she quickly settled into his side, resting her head on his shoulder.

At the night's end, when he dropped her off at her apartment, he gave her a sweet, innocent good-night kiss. She wrinkled her brow, obviously dissatisfied. She knew he was merely trying to be polite, but they had to be realistic, right? She lowered her head in that special way that made him chuckle, keeping her eyes up, letting him know that the kiss he had given simply wasn't enough. Jim smiled and kissed her with much more ferocity and quite frankly, intimacy.

It was like the kiss he had given her that night last May, when he had confessed his love, and followed her up to the office when she called her mom. Yes, that kiss was the best kiss she had had in a long while--no, ever. But this kiss--it was perfect. It was like that kiss, but without the guilt. And she did not push him away this time. No, she pulled him in, running her hands along his chest and shoulders, and at times, running her fingers through his newly-cut hair.

She wanted to invite him in, but she wasn't sure if he was ready for that. After all, he had only broken up with Karen that day. But he had broken up with Karen (he gave Pam the short version while they waited for their appetizer at dinner), and he had come all the way back to Scranton just to ask her out. So why didn't she go for it?

After this line of reasoning, and feeling how desperate and yearning his lips and his hands were, she pulled away. "Jim," she said breathlessly. "I don't want to sound... pushy or... or anything, but... I was wondering... do you want to... to come up?"

Jim smiled. His lip curled up and Pam couldn't help but smile back. She turned to the door and removed her keys, unlocking the first door to her apartment building. She nearly ran up the stairs to the second story, pulling Jim behind her, and stopped only when she reached her door. She still had her keys out from the first door, so it was easy to open this second one.

Once inside, Pam pulled Jim to her and kissed him fervently. She walked backwards toward her bedroom, dropping her purse and sweater on the couch and removing her shoes (thank God she wore simple flats that she could slip off!) as she walked. Jim had also removed his light sweater and kicked off his shoes just as they approached her door.

"Are you sure?" Pam asked, pulling her lips away (as difficult as that was). "I mean if it's too soon--"

Jim cut her off with another kiss. He broke away after a few seconds. "Pam," he said softly, only mere millimeters from her lips. "I've been waiting for this for four years. I'm sure."

Pam giggled and kissed him again, opening the bedroom door behind her.

Pam beamed at the memory of that night.

Karen had stayed in New York over the weekend after Jim broke up with her, and returned this past Monday. It was awkward, but Pam had gotten so used to Karen's icy glares and cold shoulders that she didn't really care. And if she were truly honest with herself, Pam would admit that she actually enjoyed Karen witnessing her interaction with Jim. They were much better suited for one another, and Pam enjoyed rubbing that in Karen's face. She only wished Roy still worked there so she could shove his face in it, too.

Pam wasn't sure if her new feisty self was good, but she was enjoying it. She enjoyed telling people what she really thought, and getting what she wanted.

Pam looked at Jim again and smiled. It was finally real. They were together. Pam looked down at her computer when an indicative bleep told her that she had a new email. She opened it and read:

Hey, Beesly.

Ready for the weekend? Yeah, me too. Andy's been humming showtunes in falcetto again. Did you hear it? I'm sure you did. Yeah, I'm so ready to go. Only, let's see... two more hours. So, hey, about this weekend--you wanna come over tonight and just stay through Monday? I think that would be easier than you driving home every day, right? You know I'm right.

Oh, one more thing--Dwight is suspicious of Andy working for a Russian terrorist group called "Vodkaski" Just something to keep you entertained until 5.

Love you, Beautiful, :)

Jim

Pam grinned widely. She did not respond, but merely rose from her seat, walking past Jim's desk with a grin, and heading for Andy's. "Hey, Andy," Pam said casually, leaning agaisnt the desk. Her back was to Jim, so she couldn't see him, but she was sure he was smiling.

"Ah, Pam. Pama-lama-ding-dong. What can I do--for you?"

"Ah, well, I had a call for you, but I couldn't quite understand the caller. The phone was really, like, staticky, and I think they had some kind of an accent, like Russian or something. And before I could transfer them to you, the phone cut out." Andy wrinkled his brow and shook his head. Pam saw Dwight's head turn slightly from the corner of her eye. "So I was wondering, was that important...?"

Andy pursed his lips. "Well, if it was a customer, then they are the most important person to me, so if they call again, please transfer them immediately."

"Ok, I will," Pam said softly. As she returned to her desk, she received a pleased grin from Jim. That was enough to get her through the next hour.

At 4:30, Karen approached the receptionist desk. "Have there been any calls for me?" Karen asked impatiently.

"No," Pam replied, shaking her head.

"Well, if there were, you would tell me, right?" she asked sharply.

Pam smiled. "That is my job," Pam replied.

Karen smiled. "Yeah, it is. You're a receptionist." Karen turned abruptly and went back to her desk.

Pam sighed and emailed a one-word email to Jim:

Wow.

When Jim received it, he turned just slightly to face her fully. He nodded with a sad grin and shrugged. He replied to the email.

I don't know what I was thinking. Thank God that's all over. Hey--only half an hour. You can make it!

Pam smiled when she received the email. Thirty minutes later, she gathered up her things, put the phones on the nightly forwarding system, and entered the elevator with Jim.

"So what time will you be over?" he asked as the doors closed.

Pam shrugged. "When I feel like it."

Jim looked at her sideways with a half-grin. "So, seven?"

Pam smiled. "Sure--seven. Or seven thirty... eight..." She shrugged again with a smile.

Jim grinned and shook his head. The elevator doors opened and Jim walked Pam ot her car. He ignored the fact that Karen was still getting into her car (which he thought was strange, since she had gone down before they did) and gave Pam a nice, full kiss. "See you at seven," he mumbled, walking to his own car.

Pam got into her blue Yaris and sighed in contentment. She glanced up into her rear-view mirror, where she saw Karen finally getting in and starting up her car. Pam turned over the ignition and pulled out of the driveway. She tried not to speed as she drove home, but the anticipation was too much. She was about to spend a whole weekend with Jim--her Jim.

Pam pulled into her designated parking spot and practically ran into her apartment to start packing for her long, wonderful weekend.