Jim's P.O.V

Jim looked into the camera and tried to hide his smile.

"So, the date with Y/N went so, so well, and as of last night, we are officially together." He nodded, a wide smile on his lips.

"I've waited a year and a half to be with Y/N and it's finally happened. But, we've agreed to keep it on the down low for now, because Pam and I have only been broken up for a month and we don't wanna hurt her, not to mention we'll get endless comments, we'll have to officially declare it to HR, and Michael will wanna get involved once he finds out so...yeah. There are about a million reasons not to tell people until it gets more serious." He chuckled and nodded.

"But I couldn't be happier. I'm in love with her, and I'm finally with her. It's perfect." He admitted, smiling into the camera.

"What do you mean you caught me going into her house last night?" he chuckled. He shook his head.

"No. I'm not saying anything. A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. Especially when it comes to the woman he's in love with." He smiled before looking down in an attempt to hide his blush.

Y/N's P.O.V

I stood in the kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee. I smiled to myself as I felt two arms curl around my waist.

"Hey." Jim spoke, kissing my cheek before resting his chin on my shoulder.

"What happened to being subtle?" I chuckled.

"Everyone else is working. No one will see us, and so what if they do." He shrugged. I turned around in his arms.

"You've changed your tune since last night." I chuckled. Jim shrugged and smiled at me, his hands against my lower back.

"I just...I don't know. I woke up next to you this morning and it made me realise that I don't care who knows. We know this isn't just a fling, so why don't we just tell people?" he asked, shaking his head. I bit my lip and smiled.

"Are you sure? Once we tell people, we can't un-tell them." I chuckled.

"What can I say, I'm in love with you. And I don't care who knows." He admitted, looking into my eyes. I smiled before leaning up and kissing him. Jim returned it, gently holding my face and making me stand on my toes. I broke the kiss and smiled.

"Come on then. Let's do this." I nodded. He smiled and kissed my head before taking my hand and pulling me out of the kitchen.

"Um, can we have everyone's attention please?" Jim asked, making everyone look at us. I gulped as we looked at each other.

"So, as of last night, Y/N and I are a couple, and we just thought we'd let you guys know, as we'll have to declare it to HR so it's better if you hear it from us." Jim nodded.

"Pam must not like that, huh." Michael smiled, looking between us and Pam. Our smiles dipped.

"Thanks for that, Michael." Jim sighed.

"Not like my opinion matters, since it isn't my relationship but it's fine by me." Pam smiled.

"You have no idea how much that means to us." I sighed in relief, making her smile widen.

"So, yeah, we just wanted to tell you guys, that's about it." Jim nodded.

"So, did you guys hook up after the date?" Michael smiled.

"That's our business, not yours." Jim nodded.

"Well, I think it is a bit my business but okay. Y/N, if you ever find yourself not meeting Jim's needs and want advice, I'm here-."

"Okay, we have work to do." Jim chuckled nervously, making Michael shrug and walk back into his office. I looked at him.

"We shouldn't have said anything." I chuckled, making him laugh.

I sat at my desk, typing out my sales.

"Can I have everyone's attention please?" Michael asked as he wandered out of his office. Jim looked at me and smiled as he spun around in his chair to face Michael.

"Oscar informed me that we saved $2000 this quarter, meaning we have that money to spend on something for the office, so I need suggestions on what to spend it on." He nodded.

"Ooh! New chairs!" I spoke. Jim looked at me.

"Are you insane? A new copier for sure." He scoffed.

"No, I agree with Y/N, we need new chairs." Pam nodded.

"Are you joking? That copier is the worst." Oscar shook his head.

"Alright, alright, guys, you're gonna have to figure this out amongst yourselves." Michael nodded.

"But I thought you'd been given the money." Jim spoke.

"Well you're all aware of how bad I am at making unpopular decisions so you do it." Michael shrugged, making Jim roll his eyes as he walked back into his office and shut the door.

"Okay, there's only one way to settle this." Jim nodded as he stood up.

"Hands up for new copier." He spoke before raising his hand. I looked around and sighed as Oscar, Angela, Phyllis and Andy had put their hands up.

"Okay, five votes. Hands up for new chairs." Jim spoke. I raised my hand, as did Pam, Stanley, Meredith and Kevin.

"Also, five. Great." Jim sighed before sitting back down.

I walked into the kitchen and smiled as Jim sat in there.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Hey." I returned as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

"You okay?" he asked, popping a grape into his mouth as I wandered over to the table.

"Yeah, I need to talk to you about something." I spoke.

"I'm all ears." He smiled. I returned it as I leant down and rested my elbows against the table, making my lean over it. Jim looked at me.

"You know how you love me?" I asked.

"I'm aware of this." He nodded, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he tried to not look down my top.

"Currently, there are equal votes for new chairs versus a new copier. I need you to change your vote to new chairs." I spoke. Jim's smirk widened as he nodded.

"You're trying to use our relationship to make me change my vote." He stated.

"I am." I smiled, making him chuckle and shake his head as he sat forward.

"Nice try, but it's not gonna happen." He shrugged.

"You're wanting to get laid tonight, right?" I asked. Jim's smile widened as he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Are you threatening me, Y/L/N?" he asked. I looked at him.

"You'll find out if you don't change your vote." I whispered. Jim's smile slowly dropped as he gulped. I smiled as I leant in and pecked his lips, Jim returning it slightly before I walked away.

Jim's P.O.V

Jim gulped as he looked into the camera.

"I love Y/N, but she can be terrifying." He nodded.

Y/N's P.O.V

"So, the office has been given an extra $2000 this quarter because that's how much we saved. And we're split on whether we should get new chairs, or a new copier." I explained.

"I'm team copier." Jim spoke.

"And I'm team chairs." I nodded.

"I kinda think we're a bit like Romeo and Juliet. On opposite sides that are fighting, a forbidden love. It's exciting." Jim chuckled as he looked at me.

"Let's hope it doesn't end in a double suicide." I nodded, looking at the camera and making Jim laugh.

"Okay, bets for which Michael will choose to buy: chairs or copier. Bets are a dollar each, place your bets now." Jim yelled as he stood next to the whiteboard that had a table drawn on it, with "chairs" and "copiers" as the titles.

"Chairs." Stanley spoke. Jim nodded as he wrote it down.

"Copier." Oscar chimed in.

"Me too." Angela nodded.

"Okay." Jim mumbled as he wrote it down.

"Chairs." I spoke.

"I love you but you're so wrong." Jim chuckled, making me smile as he wrote it down before sitting down.

"Hey, I was thinking that maybe it'd be fun to have a little bet of our own." He spoke.

"I'm listening." I chuckled. He looked around before wheeling his chair to my desk.

"We're going to that expensive Italian restaurant at the weekend, so I wager that whoever touches the other person first, has to pay for dinner." He nodded, smiling at me. I returned it.

"So, no touching at all? Like no hand holding or kissing, or even brushing arms?" I asked.

"Nothing at all. No touching until Saturday." He spoke.

"And why would I not want to touch you for that long, and vice versa?" I chuckled. Jim returned it before looking around again and leaning in closer.

"Imagine all the tension that'll build up between us, and there's your answer." He smirked, giving me a wink. I returned the smirk.

"Okay, Halpert, you're on." I nodded.

"Alright." He smiled before leaning in.

"Good luck, Y/L/N, you're gonna need it." He nodded. I looked at him.

"Is that a threat?" I chuckled.

"Touch me after this, and you'll find out." He whispered before pecking my lips lightly. My eyes widened slightly, making Jim smirk as he wheeled his chair back to his desk.

~Three days later~

I walked into the office and put my stuff down at my desk.

"Morning Pam." I smirked to myself as I heard Jim's voice.

"Morning Jim." She returned as Jim walked to his desk. I looked at him and my eyes widened. My throat dried as he was wearing a tight cycling top that accentuated his toned chest.

"Morning babe." He smiled innocently at me. I gulped.

"Morning." I hesitantly returned the smile.

"You okay?" he chuckled as he leant down and kissed my head.

"I'm fine." I nodded, clearing my throat. He returned it.

"Um, why did you cycle to work today?" I asked.

"Why not? It helps the environment, I save gas on my car, it keeps me fit." He smirked, winking at me. I scoffed and shook my head.

"You're playing a dangerous game here." I nodded as I stood up and walked to him.

"Oh yeah?" he chuckled, staring down at me.

"Watch your back, Halpert. This bet just got real." I whispered. He smirked before starting to lean down.

"Ooh, no, were you about to kiss me?" I smirked as I leaned away from his kiss. His smirk dipped.

"No, I was testing you." He shrugged.

"Uh huh. Sure." I nodded as I started to walk away.

"Jim takes bets very seriously, and this one is no exception." I chuckled as I looked into the camera.

"It's fun, until we leave work. To make sure there's no accidental arm brushing or anything during the night, Jim is sleeping at his apartment all this week, and I miss him." I admitted, nodding as I looked down.

"However, the restaurant we're going to on Saturday is expensive, and since we work on commission and Jim is a lot better at this job than I am, he has a lot more money than I do, so he's paying." I nodded, chuckling as I bit my lip.

I sat at my desk, tapping my pen against the wood as Oscar walked past my desk.

"Hey Jim, you're gonna want to get in on this." He whispered, making Jim look at him.

"Alright." He chuckled before looking at me.

"Get in on what?" I asked. He just smirked and wiggled his eyebrows as he stood up.

"Get in on what, Jim?" I asked, standing up as him and Oscar walked into Michael's office.

"Ah, ah, you can't come in, you're team chairs." Jim smirked before shutting the door. I sighed and looked at Pam.

"Do you know what that's about?" I asked.

"Sorry." She shrugged. I sighed again as the door opened and the three of them walked out.

"Okay, we're going out for lunch, see you guys later." Michael smiled. Jim smirked and blew me a kiss as he walked out, making me roll my eyes and sit back down at my desk.

I held my compact mirror up as I applied the red lip gloss to my lips. I quickly put it away as I heard the guys coming back from lunch, laughing and talking.

"That was so funny, I can't believe you said that." Jim laughed at Michael.

"I know! It just came to me." He smiled.

"Wasn't that joke on Sesame Street last week?" Oscar asked.

"No, it wasn't-dammit Oscar." Michael groaned before disappearing into his office as Jim sat down.

"Oh my god, you'll never guess what happened at lunch." He chuckled.

"What happened?" I asked, looking up.

"So basically-." Jim stopped talking as he saw my red lips. His smile vanished and his eyes wavered.

"So, erm, basically, Michael, erm..." he stuttered, clearing his throat. I smirked and rested my chin against my first, knowing exactly what I was doing.

"Sorry, is there a reason you're wearing the shade of lip gloss that you know I love?" he asked, squinting his eyes at me. I shrugged and shook my head.

"Nope. It's just, usually I always wear such muted makeup, so I decided that I'd shake it up a bit this week." I nodded. Jim looked at me.

"So, you just so happened to start wearing that lip gloss on the week we have our bet?" he asked.

"Pretty much." I shrugged. He nodded and squinted his eyes at me.

"Fine." He smiled before looking down and making me smirk.

"That shade of lip gloss turns Jim on." I admitted, smiling sheepishly into the camera.

"Okay, I didn't start this. He's been playing dirty all week. He's been working out more that he usually does, he's been sending flirty messages, he's been wearing certain clothes...he's been playing dirty. So, I'm playing dirty back." I smirked.

I stood in the kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee. I looked towards the door as I heard it open and smiled as Jim walked in.

"Hey." He smiled.

"Hey back." I returned. He chuckled and nodded as he leant against the counter opposite me.

"So, I've been thinking, maybe we should call off our bet." He spoke. I smirked to myself as I turned around and looked at him.

"Why? It was your idea." I scoffed.

"I know but, erm, it's only just dawned on me how inappropriate it is for us to be flirting this much at work, and we're distracting people from working-."

"Who are we distracting?" I asked. Jim's eyes wavered and he looked up as he thought.

"Um...Dwight...and Andy...Phyllis-."

"Phyllis once listened to the audiobook of "fifty shades of grey" at her desk, I doubt our flirting is distracting her." I chuckled. Jim sighed. My eyes widened slightly.

"You're afraid you're gonna lose." I realised.

"No, no, I'm not, I just...I'm not." He scoffed, shaking his head.

"I'm not calling off the bet, Jim." I shrugged. He sighed.

"Fine. Then screw this." He nodded before rushing towards me. He took my face in his hands and pressed our lips together, making me smile as I curled my arms over his shoulders and he moved his hands to my waist. He broke the kiss and looked at me.

"You lose." I whispered, a smirk on my lips. He looked at me.

"As long as I have you, I can never lose." He admitted, looking into my eyes. I bit my lip and gave him a small smile before kissing him again.

"I won the bet." I smiled at the camera, making Jim nod.

"I am paying for dinner tomorrow night." Jim spoke.

"And I'm having lobster." I squealed. Jim looked at me.

"I'm not made of money." He scoffed.

"You made a $2000 sale yesterday, you can afford to buy your girlfriend lobster." I scoffed.

"Can't argue with that." Jim chuckled, looking back into the camera.