He'd answer the door in a white shirt that clung to his sides, with sweat just above his brow.  His socks would slide across the tile when she pushed him against the wall of his kitchen- he would love her in whatever she did (or didn't) wear, would make love to her on the kitchen floor because the weight of everything would just push them down, down, down, to the bottom of everything.

This scene is perfect. I fact, let me take this leap here and say this fic is perfect. It rings very Pam. I can see her orbiting around Victoria's Secret over the years, to become something she is not before she accepts that's not who she needs to be and anyone who makes her feel like it is doesn't deserve her. Also I have a soft spot for teenage!Pam, who you've depicted very realistically.

I hope your APs went well, I only took two myself but my butt still hurts from all the kicking it went through. :)