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[jim_halpert]

After he'd been changed back, it took a while to get used to his normal body again. The tail thing had messed up his balance, so he sort of felt off center until about halfway to the compound. He went inside and headed to the room, already intent on taking over the duties Pam had been doing alone. He had a lot to make up for

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[pambeesley]

"Mmm." She swatted at his hand. "Go 'way. 'm takin' a nap," she mumbled, rolling to her other side to face away from him.

[jim_halpert]

He raised an amused brow, letting his arm wrap around her side, tugging her a little closer to him.

"I just want to know where Sam is," he informed her. Probably with someone, but it was always good to know just in case. The island did...weird things sometimes, as the last two days on the island had shown.

[pambeesley]

She didn't move as he pulled her up against her chest, simply sighed heavily.

"Tim is babysitting," she said slowly, her eyes blinking open to briefly settle on the arm curled around her waist before she turned back towards him, a hand resting on his chest.

She smiled at him, still looking mostly asleep. "You're you."

[jim_halpert]

His own smile widened a little as he leaned over and pressed a kiss against her forehead.

"Yeah, I'm me," he said. "Someone turned me back. I thought I'd run over and take over the baby stuff, but I guess that isn't needed now, huh?"

Sure, he could get Sam from Tim, since he was sure Pam handed her over just because taking care of her herself had tired her out. Thing was, it had been so long since it was just the two of them, he couldn't see why they couldn't let Tim have her for a little while.

[pambeesley]

"Hi." She blinked sleepily at him, then cuddled up against his chest.

"Yeah. She'll be okay with Tim for a little bit, right?" she asked, her voice muffled against the front of his shirt. "I'm just.. so tired. And I missed you."

She slid one arm around him, fitting herself against his chest.

[jim_halpert]

"She will be, yeah," he said, his smile softening as she cuddled up against him. He wrapped his arms around her fully, resting his chin on the top of her head. It was weird how much he missed really being able to lay like this with her.

"We can just relax for a while."

[pambeesley]

"Mmm.. I like that you're you-sized again," she murmured, making it even more obvious just how out of it she still was. She lifted one hand to run her fingers through his hair, stopping behind his ear to gently scratch her nails against his scalp.

[jim_halpert]

At first, Jim actually didn't even notice what she was doing, and it felt pretty good, so he kind of went with it. Then it dawned on him a few seconds later, and he bit back a laugh.

"Pam? Baby? You're scratching behind my ears."

[pambeesley]

Pam opened her eyes again. "Oh." She shrugged and pulled her hand away, trailing her fingers along his jaw on the way. "Yeah, but you liked it."

[jim_halpert]

He smirked, though leaned into her hand as she moved it down her cheek.

"Maybe as a squirrel," he said, though really, it hadn't been that bad. "Just don't start rubbing my stomach and we should be okay."

[pambeesley]

"Like this?" she murmured, flattening her hand on his ribs and rubbing her palm gently against his thin t-shirt.

[jim_halpert]

He felt his muscles twitch and bit back a laugh.

"Stop," he said, trying to gently bat her hand away. "I'm ticklish there!"

[pambeesley]

She chuckled softly, eyes closing for a brief moment in happiness before she looked up at him again.

"How about here?" she asked, sliding her hand lower, the tip of her pinkie just grazing the curve of his hipbone.

[jim_halpert]

He felt his breath hitch a little when he felt her hand wander lower. His gaze lifted to hers.

"Getting better," he replied, his own hand splaying against the small of her back."

[pambeesley]

Her thumb rubbed against his t-shirt until the hem started to ride up and she was touching skin.

"How about now?"

[jim_halpert]

He hesitated for a few moments before shifting closer, their mouths nearly touching.

"Better," he murmured, then finally pressed his lips against hers softly. His hand slipped up until it rested on top of her waist, fingers pressing into the fabric.