Baking cookies. Snuggling under a blanket watching Christmas movies. Drinking hot cocoa. For almost five full days, Jim and Pam had cocooned themselves in Pam's apartment as they relived the parts of the Christmas bucket list that Jim had missed out on. They'd managed to slip out a few times to take chilly strolls through the snowy neighbourhood and had even taken a drive over to Carbondale to go ice skating, this time not afraid to hold onto each other as they made their way around the rink. However, the two of them very much preferred their time spent cuddled together on Pam's couch, content to just finally be with each other.

But each evening, as the prospect of slipping into Christmas pyjamas drew closer, Jim would excuse himself with a lingering kiss goodnight and head back to his apartment. And as much as she hated it, Pam understood why. Neither of them wanted to rush this new relationship and the most important thing really was to talk through what had happened over the last seven months and forgive each other so that they could start afresh.

That didn't mean, however, that Pam hadn't thought about the next step in their relationship. Boy, had she thought about it.

"So, um, are you doing anything for New Year's Eve?" Pam asked shyly, her head resting on Jim's shoulder and the side of her body pressed up against his as they snuggled on her couch. She stared straight ahead at Clark Griswold wearing a Santa hat on her TV as she asked the question, trying to seem somewhat cool, calm, and nonchalant despite feeling the opposite. 

"No plans," Jim replied, pulling her closer to him. "How about you?"

"No plans either," she said with a wide smile, unbeknownst to Jim. 

"Huh. How about that?" he said with a grin of his own.  

"What do you wanna do to celebrate?" she asked, moving to the side slightly to look up at Jim. 

"Beesly, come on," he said with an arched eyebrow as if he was slightly disappointed in her. "You know what we're gonna be doing." 

"Oh," Pam replied, a little flustered at what Jim might be insinuating. 

"The New Year's Eve bucket list," he grinned. 

"Oh yeah," she giggled, "how could I forget?" 

"So does it exist? Or are we gonna have to make one ourselves?" he asked, running his hand over her arm. 

Without saying a word, Pam got up and walked out of the room, only to return moments later with her laptop. She plopped herself down in the same spot she'd just left, crossed her legs, and opened up the computer on her lap. "Let's find out shall we," she said as she turned it on. She pulled up a browser window and searched ‘New Year's Eve bucket list' and began looking through the search results, with Jim looking over her shoulder at the screen. "Ok, this one looks kind of promising," she said, pointing to the screen. 

"Yeah?" Jim replied, hauling Pam and the computer onto his lap so that he could see more clearly. "That's better," he said as she slipped between his legs. He pulled her hair to the side to press a kiss to the juncture where her neck met her shoulder. 

Pam felt a tingle run all over her body as she sat snuggly between Jim's legs. "Yeah," she breathed, herfocus no longer on the website. Jim moved his hands to the outside of her thighs and was absentmindedly stroking her through her yoga pants making it even harder for Pam to concentrate.. "An epic party?" she managed to croak out. 

"Hmm, I'm not really sure I want to go to a party," he replied, before placing another kiss on Pam's shoulder. "Unless, maybe it was a party for two?"

"Definitely," she sighed. "Ok, fancy outfit," she read out. "That I already have." Although, maybe I should get something fancy to wear underneath the fancy outfit, Pam thought. 

"Oh yeah?" he asked, before placing another kiss. "Think I'll have to go do some shopping tomorrow. What's next?" 

"Three. Leave behind all the stuff that weighed you down in the current year," she read out. "I think we can cross that one off already." 

"Definitely," he replied, wrapping his arms around her stomach to pull her even closer to his chest, almost knocking the laptop off her lap in the process.  

Unbeknownst to Jim, he'd grazed the underside of Pam's breast with his thumb, causing her to flinch backwards at the surprise, but most definitely welcome, touch. The movement had pushed her back even more into Jim's chest and she was sure that she could feel his erection digging into her back. "Uh, say goodbye to bad relationships and friends," she read out a little quietly, as Roy and Karen danced around her mind. Ok definitely good riddance to Roy, she thought, feeling the warmth of Jim surrounding her, but maybe Karen wasn't necessarily a bad relationship for Jim. She just wasn't... wasn't what? 

"It wasn't a bad relationship, but she wasn't you," Jim said as if he were reading Pam's mind, his forehead resting on her shoulder. 

Pam decided to move on quickly, not wanting to rehash the conversations they'd had over the last couple of days and had put to bed. "View fireworks from the 118th floor of the Ritz-Carlton in Hong Kong. Hmm seems kinda pricey," Pam grinned.

"Yeah, and I don't really wanna spend 16 hours on a plane. But maybe we can have some fireworks here?" 

"Sounds good," she said with a nod of her head. 

"What's next?"  

"Host a dinner to celebrate life and the year ending." 

"Dinner for two?" Jim asked. 

"Sounds perfect," Pam smiled, turning slightly to kiss him. She truly was only intending for it to be a quick peck, but Jim's soft lips pulled her in and she couldn't help but deepen the kiss. 

"Gotta focus on the list, Beesly," he teased, finally pulling back from their kiss. As she turned her head back to the screen with a slight huff, which caused him to smile, Jim placed another kiss on her neck. 

"Play nice," she warned, shooting him a stern look over her shoulder. 

"Oh I am," he grinned, giving her a little squeeze. "What does it say?" 

"Go see the Northern Lights. Hmm. Attend a wild party in Berlin."

"This bucket list is getting a little crazy," he frowned. 

"Oh here we go," she said, pointing to the screen. "Write down your resolutions for the next year. That one we can definitely do. Going to see the ball drop in Times Square, not so much."

"But that could be fun for next year maybe," he replied with a casual shrug. 

"Sounds like a plan," she said with a huge smile plastered on her face from the implication that there was going to be another New Year's Eve for the two of them to celebrate. She scrolled down the page slightly, quickly discounting all the impossible tasks and faraway destinations like Australia, Samoa, skiing, a cruise. "Ok, this one we should definitely do. A kiss at midnight."

"Hmm, I don't know. That's a pretty big moment. Have you had enough practice?" he asked as he pushed her laptop onto the couch and turned Pam around so that she was practically laying down.  

"Maybe I need a little more," she replied as he hovered above her, caging her in with his whole body. 

"Yeah you do," he breathed as he ducked his head down to kiss her. There was no preamble, he just dove straight in, his lips parting hers.  

Pam melted into his kiss, parting her legs to accommodate him on top of her, feeling him even harder through his sweatpants in this position. He began to grind against her slowly as they continued kissing. Pam brought her legs up around Jim's hips, his erection rubbing against her clit with each gentle thrust. She could feel herself getting wetter, and was a little worried that she was going to leave a damp patch on the light grey fabric of Jim's pants. But not worried enough to put a stop to what they were doing. 

He ran one hand up her side and for the first time, fully cupped her breast with a small squeeze. "Oh Jesus," he whispered, as his thumb grazed her already hard nipple and he realised that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her t-shirt. He rubbed the hard nub gently as Pam moaned into his mouth. Just as he was about to pull back and cool things down, he realised that Pam was nudging the soft fabric of her t-shirt up. He helped her pull it upwards without breaking the kiss but as soon as her chest was exposed, he had to look. He pulled backwards and gazed down at her full breasts that he'd only ever dreamed of until this point. Her dusky pink nipples were hard, and a complete contrast to the rest of her creamy pale breasts that looked so soft. He had to touch them. Just to feel if they were as firm as he thought, of course. 

They weren't. They were better. 

Needing one arm to balance on so that he wouldn't crush her, Jim could only feel one breast, cupping the soft skin in his hand, as his thumb danced over her nipple. As Pam squirmed under him, wanting more of his touch, Jim began to thrust more insistently against her, unable to stop himself. He ducked his head down and took her other nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently. He continued to lick and suck her, and he felt her begin to tremble beneath him. He looked up at her, his tongue still on her breast and couldn't help but feel like every fantasy he'd ever had of her was about to be put to shame. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed. The hand that wasn't threaded through Jim's hair holding him to her chest, was thrown over her face. Her bottom lip was between her teeth, clearly trying to stifle the scream that was about to erupt from her. Jim grinded his hips harder between her legs, knowing that his rock hard cock was rubbing her clit and wondered if he could make her come.  

He didn't have to wonder long, as the moment he pinched her nipple a little harder between his thumb and finger, she came with a stifled scream, her hand flying from her forehead to cover her mouth. She shuddered underneath him, her hips undulating against his, looking for more friction, until  she finally began to slow. "Oh my god," she blushed, pulling her t-shirt down to cover her exposed breasts, her face flushed from her orgasm.

"Sorry," he said a little bashfully as he began to climb off of her, but all he really managed to do was show her the outline of his hard dick, straining against the light grey fabric of his sweatpants.  

"Why would you be sorry for that?" she asked, her lips trying to follow his as he sat up on the couch. When he was finally in a sitting position, she climbed into his lap, her legs straddling his hips. She kissed him slowly as she began to move up and down against him. 

"Fuck," he whispered, his head tilting backwards as she ground herself on him. Pam moved to his neck and kissed and licked her way down until her lips met the neckline of his t-shirt. She sucked on the hollow of his neck, and that's when he knew he was about to come. "Pam," he pleaded with her, trying to move her off of him so that he wouldn't make a mess of the both of them.  

She took the hint and jumped off of him, slipping down between his legs. Kneeling up, she pulled the waistband of his sweatpants down, making Jim lift his hips slightly, and her eyes widened at the sight that was revealed to her. His cock was straining against his dark blue boxer briefs, the tip peaking over the thick elastic band, leaking precum against the dark line of hair running downwards from his navel. Pam couldn't help but reach out and squeeze him through his underwear, causing Jim to groan. He pulled his underwear down and Pam fisted his thick shaft in her hand, pulling it forward towards her lips. Jim stared down at her as she licked the head, before taking as much as she could in her mouth. "Oh god," he moaned, both of his hands threading through her hair and she bobbed her head in his lap, one hand twisting around his base where she couldn't fit him all in and the other cupping his balls. "Fuck, I'm gonna come," he gritted out, causing Pam to pump faster and suck harder. He did everything he could not to scream or thrust roughly up into her as he came in her mouth.  

Pam swallowed and gently licked Jim's length as he came down, causing him to shudder slightly. "You ok?" she giggled, looking up at him. He nodded with a dopey smile before letting his head fall back on the couch with his eyes closed. "Think I've had enough practice?" 

"I'm sorry, what?" Jim suddenly asked, snapping his head up to look at her, wondering what she was asking him and completely forgetting the conversation that they were having that started this whole thing off. 

"You asked if I'd had enough practice to kiss you at midnight," she laughed as she tucked him back into his sweatpants.

Jim laughed as he pulled her up to hold her. "I think you'll do just fine," he said, placing a kiss on the top of her head. He felt Pam wriggling away from him and wondered where she was going.  

"Great, we've got that one sorted out then," she said seriously as she returned her gaze to the laptop to continue working on the bucket list with a small smile on her face. 

--

For the rest of the afternoon, Jim and Pam hashed out their plans for two days' time. They decided that they would have a fancy dinner at her place and Jim would bring an expensive bottle of champagne. Pam didn't want to take down her holiday decorations just yet, but conceded that maybe she would declutter some of her art supplies as the website suggested. She'd also get some healthy food in for January 1st and go get herself a fun manicure as a New Year's Eve treat. With a red face, she skipped over the list item of getting engaged and seeing as they didn't have kids that needed to be dropped off at grandparents, she quickly moved onto the next items. There was no need to rent a limo seeing as they would be at her apartment, however writing letters to themselves that would be sealed for a whole year sounded kind of cool. And seeing as they both needed to head to the mall to pick up some purchases, they decided to stop in and take some photo booth pictures and pick up a couple of disposable cameras to document their night, which would pretty much finish off the list. 

With the evening getting late, Jim and Pam made their plans for the following day before they said goodbye. They decided to meet at the SteamTown mall the next morning so that they could purchase the final items they needed for their bucket list inspired New Year's Eve celebration for two. With the meet up finalised and the hour getting late, Jim reluctantly headed home, but only after another round of making out that unfortunately for them didn't go as far as their earlier session did. 

The next day, Pam arrived at the mall earlier than planned so that she could make a quick visit to Victoria's Secret before she met up with Jim. She rushed around the store fearful that Jim, or well anyone for that matter, would see her in there looking for lingerie and she wasn't sure she could take the mortification. She scanned the underwear, taking in all the different cuts and colours and fabrics and push ups and plunges and her head started to spin a little. Pam had never really ‘dressed up' for Roy. He'd never noticed what underwear she wore and she never saw the point in wasting the money, so Pam hadn't ever really been in a shop like this before. She tended to buy her cotton bra and panties at Boscov's in a three pack. 

But with Jim, it was totally different. She wanted to look good for him. She wanted to feel his eyes and hands all over her. After less than a week of making out and him seeing her topless twice, she'd felt sexier than she ever had in her life and it was all because of him. She was wondering what he would prefer and started discounting various items; a lime green set that just seemed tacky, a floating baby pink number that definitely wouldn't fit underneath her dress, and some red thing that she wasn't entirely sure what it was nor had she any idea how to get into. Finally, Pam found a simple black see through tulle bra with a tiny matching thong that had little diamantes on the black satin straps and thought it would be perfect. She grabbed a packet of sheer black thigh high stockings and headed to the cashier. 

Purchases safely hidden in her purse, rather than on display in a pink cardboard bag emblazoned with the Victoria's Secret logo, Pam made her way to meet Jim. After a hello via a chaste kiss, they walked around the men's section of Boscov's so that Jim could choose his fancy New Year's Eve outfit. He settled on a white shirt and thin black tie that he'd wear with his black suit. Pam was secretly pleased that he'd match not only her outfit, but also what she planned to wear underneath it. 

They wandered around the art supply store hand in hand, Jim helping Pam in choosing a new gold and glass brush holder along with a tiered shelf for her paints to help her declutter and organise as per the list's instructions. They also picked up some fancy stationery and nice pens to write out their new year's resolutions as well as letters to their future selves. Walking past the passport photo booths, they slipped in to take some silly photos, plus another set that they kissed their way through to cement their first New Year's Eve together. Each taking a copy of the photo strips, they said their goodbyes, albeit with sulks on their faces as neither really wanted to go. But Pam needed to have her manicure before heading to the store for groceries, and Jim had to go pick up the champagne and find some disposable cameras. Plus, he also wanted to stop at the jewellery store, not that Pam would know about that for a while. After one last kiss, they finally parted and went their separate ways to continue preparing for the next day. 

--

"Hey," Pam smiled as she opened the door to Jim on New Year's Eve.

"Holy shit," Jim whispered to himself as he stared at Pam wearing her black sequined slip dress and the tallest black satin open toed pumps he'd ever seen. His eyes swept all the way down over her stocking covered legs and all the way back up to where her breasts seemed to be almost spilling out of her dress. He was trying to work out how her shoulders seemed to be sparkling in the dim light of her hallway when he was jolted from his daydreaming. 

"Are you coming in?" she asked, feeling slightly self conscious under Jim's gaze.

"Ugh," he coughed, clearing his throat. "Yeah. You, wow, you look amazing." 

"Thanks," she smiled shyly. "You look pretty great yourself," she beamed, taking in his black suit, with his tie tied more neatly than she'd ever seen on him before. Jim held out a huge bouquet of dark red roses to her, which she accepted with a huge smile. "Oh my god, thank you," she gushed. "Come in, come in." She stepped aside to let him pass her, reaching up to kiss him as he did so. "Did you remember the champagne?" 

"Beesly, come on. Of course I did," he said, holding up a black duffel bag. 

Pam's stomach did a little flip at the bag, and its insinuation that he'd be spending the night. Something she couldn't wait for. "Let's go put it in the refrigerator." She led him towards the kitchen where she'd set the table with tea candles. 

"This looks amazing," he said, half looking at the table, and half looking at Pam as she stretched up to reach a vase. He noticed a tiny amount of lace on her stockings peek out from under her dress as it rose up her legs slightly while she tiptoed up to the high shelf. He cleared his throat again. "So, uh, what's for dinner?"

"We've got sticky lemon chicken, rice and broccoli rabe," she said as she began to fill the vase with water. "And then fudge cake for dessert. I figured the healthy food doesn't need to start until tomorrow," she added with a giggle thinking of all the fruits and vegetables in her refrigerator that would undoubtedly go bad before she actually managed to eat any of them. 

"Can't wait," Jim smiled. And he really couldn't. Couldn't wait to spend New Year's Eve with Pam. Spend the night with her. Spend his life with her. 

"Shall we go write our letters while dinner finishes cooking?" she asked.

"Definitely," he replied, holding out his hand to lead him into the living room. "Wow," he breathed again as he walked into the room, awash with yet more candle light. Even though Jim had spent the majority of the past week in this room, he was blown away by the effort that Pam had gone to for him. For them.  

Bing Crosby was playing on the stereo, something about starting the New Year off right, and Jim held his hand out to Pam to dance. She readily accepted and moved closer to him so that she was flush against his front. Standing taller than usual in her new pumps, Pam rested her chin on Jim's shoulder as they slowly swayed together. He pressed a kiss to her temple, causing her to turn to look at him. With a smile, she leaned in to kiss him, pulling her hands from his to wrap her arms around his neck. Jim pulled her closer, his hands resting low on the dip of her back. He slipped one slightly lower to cup her ass, causing her to moan slightly into his mouth, when suddenly his phone began vibrating. He ignored it until it stopped, preferring to concentrate on squeezing Pam's flesh instead. But when the vibrations started again almost as soon as they'd finished, Jim pulled back slightly so that he could fish his phone out of his pocket. 

"It's my mom," he said with furrowed eyebrows. "I better get it, I'm sorry." 

"No, no, of course," Pam replied, concern evident in her voice. She watched him flip open his phone and head out of the living room as he answered it. Unsure of what to do while Jim was on the phone, Pam gingerly perched on the arm of the couch and waited for him to return.

"I can't believe this," Jim said as he walked back into the living room, his hair slightly more dishelved than when he'd left. "My dad was trying to take the Christmas lights down from the front of the house and he fell off the ladder." 

"Oh my god," she gasped, "is he ok?" 

"I'm not sure, my mom was just hysterical on the phone. I told him I'd do it tomorrow. He's got his bad back so he shouldn't have been up the fucking ladder," he spat. Pam pulled him close and rubbed his back. "Sorry," he sighed.  

"It's ok," she offered. 

"No, it's really not," he said with a shake of his head. "I'm gonna have to take him to the emergency room to get him checked out. I'm so sorry." 

"Oh," Pam said quietly. "No need to be sorry." 

"I'm gonna get back here as soon as I can, ok?" he said, pulling her tight and pressing a kiss into her hair.  

"Ok," she whispered as he let her go.

-- 

As Pam closed the door behind Jim, she kicked off her pumps and flexed out her aching feet. She walked around her apartment blowing out the candles, trying not to cry. She knew it wasn't Jim's fault and that he was just being a good son, but she couldn't help but feel sad that her perfect New Year's Eve had just vanished. She turned the lights on in the kitchen and turned the oven off. She wasn't entirely sure what to do with the food, so she plated it up and reached for the aluminium foil to cover it. The silver glitter in her black nail polish caught her eye, and she felt another pang of sadness for the ruined evening.

Unsure of what to do next, Pam went to her bedroom to change into her pyjamas. But just as she went to lift the hem of her dress, Jim's words about him returning as soon as he could floated into her mind. So instead she left the dress on and went to lay on the couch to wait for him to come home to her. 

Which thankfully he did. Just four hours later.

"Hey," he breathed as Pam opened the door to him for the second time that evening. This time however, he looked much more worse for wear. His tie was loosened and his top button undone, his hair was pushed back off of his face as if he'd been constantly raking his hand through his hair, and he had a 5 o'clock shadow from the long day. "I'm so sorry." 

"How's your dad?" she asked as she took his hand and led him inside her apartment.

"He's fine, was just a sprained ankle, but I'm glad we got him checked out." 

"And your mom?"

"I think she's about ready to kill my dad," he laughed. "But she's ok now, just a little shaken."

"Do you want to head back and make sure they're ok?" she asked, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles.

"Absolutely not," he replied, bending down to kiss her and noticing the difference in her height now that the pumps were gone. 

"Are you hungry? I can heat up dinner if you'd like?" she offered. 

He looked down at his watch and saw it was already 11.35pm. "The only thing I want in the last twenty five minutes of 2006," he said with a hunger in his eyes, "is you." 

Before Pam could say another word, Jim slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him. She ran her hands up his chest and pushed his black suit jacket off of his shoulders so that it fell to the floor of her hallway. She tugged on his tie slightly and he bent to kiss her as she started to walk him backwards towards her bedroom. With one arm still wrapped around her, Jim blindly reached out with the other to push the door open. He stopped just before they reached the bed and cupped her cheeks with both of his hands, slowing their kiss. "I love you so much," he whispered down to her, foreheads resting against each other. 

"I love you too," she beamed back up at him. 

He ducked his head to kiss her again as he began to finger the spaghetti straps of her dress. In turn, she ran her hands up his chest and loosened his tie before pulling it out from under his collar and dropping it to the floor. As Pam began to work her way down the buttons of his shirt, Jim kissed his way down her neck and to her shoulder, bumping the double set of straps down as he went. With his shirt fully unbuttoned, Pam pushed it off of him just as she had done with his jacket. She ran her hands down his chest, causing him to shiver slightly under her touch, until she reached his belt. 

She took a step backwards to look at him, bathed in only the light coming through the open doorway from the hallway and finally worked up the courage to pull her dress off. She tugged it up over her chest, and eventually managed to get it fully off, before dropping it to the floor beside her. 

"Jesus Christ," Jim panted, his eyes torn between the black see through push up bra that her nipples were straining against, the tiny triangle of what he assumed was meant to be panties, the thigh high stockings and the way she was looking at him as she bit the side of her lip in nervous anticipation. She was everything and more that he could have imagined. He grabbed her face to kiss her, pulling her to him with such force that she stumbled and he ended up falling onto the bed. He hauled himself up slightly so that he was sitting on the edge, and Pam climbed into his lap, straddling his hips. His hands were on her ass immediately, pulling her more snuggly against him.

His face was level with her breasts, and he couldn't stop himself from touching his tongue to her hard nipple through the flimsy fabric. She held his head to her and he started sucking her through her bra, while his hand found her other nipple and began to stroke it with his thumb. 

"Oh god," Pam moaned into the top of his head as she began to grind on him, feeling herself getting wetter by the second. She could feel how hard Jim was beneath her and wanted nothing more than to have him inside of her. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, pulling it free so that finally Jim's lips and tongue could be on her skin.

As he continued to work her into a frenzied state, Pam reached down and began to unbuckle Jim's belt, her hand not so accidentally brushing against his erection that was straining through his black pants. "Not yet," he breathed as she fully palmed his cock through the fabric and squeezed. He pushed her hand away, before he flipped her onto her back. He towered over her on the bed, continuing to tease her with his tongue as his hand travelled lower. "Holy shit, you're soaking," he gasped as his hand met the tiny piece of fabric between her legs. He rubbed it twice, amazed at just how wet Pam was, and then pushed it to the side so that he could tease his fingers at her entrance, making her moan into her comforter that was now fisted in her hand. 

Jim pushed himself up and sat between her legs, needing to see the first time his fingers entered her. He pulled the tiny thong off of her, slipping it down over her stockinged legs and threw it behind him onto the floor. He ran his fingers up her soaking slit again, amazed that he could barely feel her skin because she was so wet, and slowly pushed two fingers inside of her. "Oh shit," she gritted out as he began to pump them in and out of her. Before he realised what he was doing, Jim lowered his head and licked her clit once, making her scream. He was about to ask if she was ok, when he felt her hand come down to the back of his head, and instead took her clit in his mouth again, sucking hard on it. He looked up at her as he flicked it back and forth quickly with his tongue, while his fingers pumped in and out of her, watching her hand that wasn't in his hair, pull on her nipple. 

With Pam's stocking clad thighs either side of his head as he brought her to orgasm with his mouth and fingers, Jim almost became distracted from what he was doing by the pure fact of what he was doing to her. He couldn't help but grind his dick against her bed in need of some sort of release, when suddenly he felt her begin to tremble. He sucked and flicked her clit as quickly as he could, thrusting two fingers into her smooth slit as she started to spasm around them. She tried her best to stifle her screams as she came, flooding his mouth, but failed miserably. 

Jim slowed his ministrations until Pam finally pushed him away with an overstimulated giggle. He kissed a wet trail up her flat stomach, his hands running over her taut skin, almost as if he stopped touching her, he wouldn't believe that every dream he'd had for the last few years was finally coming true. 

She giggled into his touch as he reached her nipple, doing her best to pull him up for a kiss in her gelatinous state. "Come here," she whispered, pulling on this arm gently, but he didn't listen, wanting to continue worshipping her breasts. "Jim," she begged him, causing him to finally look up at her. She managed to push him backwards so that he was laying down and she crawled down the bed to finally unbuckle his belt. She knelt on all fours sideways next to him, naked except for the stockings, and as Pam worked his pants open, Jim couldn't help but touch her, running his hand down her back and over the curve of her ass. He slipped one finger along her still wet entrance, making her push herself backwards onto his hand as she tried desperately to free his dick from his dress pants. 

After finally unzipping him, and easing both Jim's pants and black boxer briefs over his hips and down his legs, she took his shaft in one hand and began to stroke his balls as Jim freed himself of the rest of his clothes. Pam was about to take his rock hard cock in her mouth, when suddenly he stopped her. "I can't wait," he groaned, desperate to be inside of her.  

She looked up at him with a confused face, his tip just inches from her lips. He sat up slightly so that he could pull her up, and now realising what he'd meant when he stopped her, Pam climbed up and straddled Jim's legs. She took his length in her hand and started to pump her fist around him as she rose onto her knees. She guided his tip towards her entrance and as she started to slowly sink down onto him, Jim didn't know where to look; at himself slowly disappearing up into Pam, or her face as she took more and more of him in. 

"Oh my god," she breathed as he finally filled her. "You're so big," she moaned as she began to lift herself again. "You feel amazing."

"It's all you," Jim panted, "you're so tight. So wet." He placed both his hands on her hips to help find the rhythm that made them both groan. Before long, Pam was bouncing quickly on his dick, her breasts mesmerising Jim with their movements up and down and he needed to touch them. He brought one hand up to pinch her nipple, while the other travelled down to rub her clit. Instantly Pam came all over him, clenching and spasming around his cock as she covered her mouth to quiet her screams.  

Before she finished coming, Jim pushed Pam to the side, still full of him, so that he could roll on top of her. Without missing a beat, he lifted her leg up on his hip and began thrusting hard inside of her. He buried his head in her neck, kissing and biting her soft skin, the scent of her shampoo filling his nose. He was completely surrounded by her, and he still couldn't get enough. She raised her second leg and Jim changed to shallow thrusts, hoping to make her come again. "I love you," he whispered to her as her breathing hitched and he felt her start to shake again.

"Love you too," she moaned as she came around him again. This time she pulled him along with her and Jim groaned his orgasm into Pam's sticky skin as he filled her with his release.  

"Holy shit," he panted as he collapsed onto her. He turned his head to the side to try to breathe and saw the red digital numbers of the alarm clock tick from 00:00 to 00:01. He let out a small chuckle. 

"What's so funny?" Pam asked, completely out of breath and somewhat squashed by Jim.  

"Happy New Year, Beesly," he smiled, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Happy New Year," she beamed at him, going back for another kiss. "Wait," she said suddenly, pulling back from Jim. "Is it midnight already?" she asked, a little shocked that it had come round so quickly.  

"Just after," he grinned.

"What?" she shrieked, trying to sit up. "But we didn't finish any of the bucket list!" 

"I think we did ok," he sighed, rolling onto his back and trying to pull her down with him, but she wouldn't.  

"But we didn't kiss at midnight!"

"We literally both came at midnight," he deadpanned. 

"And there were no fireworks," she moaned. 

"Oh there were definitely fireworks," he smirked, earning him a swat on the chest from Pam. 

"We didn't get to eat the fancy meal," she sulked. 

"I mean, I got to eat something amazing. Compliments to the chef," he said with a chef's kiss. 

"Oh my god, Jim!" Pam shrieked, covering her face. 

"Come here," he said, finally getting her to lay down with her head on his chest. "I don't think we did too badly for our first New Year's Eve," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "And we can do the resolutions and letters and other stuff tomorrow. Ok?" 

"Ok," she sighed. "It was a pretty good end to the year, huh?" she said, looking up at Jim. 

"It was perfect," he smiled as he bent down to kiss her.