A/N: And this is where we leave them (for now...). Again, I'm sorry this is the last chapter, but if the plot bunny comes a-visiting, I'd like to write a sequel. I have things in mind for Hadley...

I picked up my overnight bag and took it through to the bathroom while Eric called to check in with Pam – I didn't mind, as I wanted to slip into the chemise and negligee set that Pam had insisted I buy, and surprise Eric with it.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I crossed from the bathroom into the bedroom; there was a big picture window, and a massive bed. Eric was standing at the window in nothing but a pair of midnight-blue silk boxers. I swallowed, and tried hard not to drool. "Enjoying the view?" he teased, and turned his eyes on me. His fangs clicked down. "I know I am."

I gave a little shiver of anticipation, and crossed to the window. There was a full moon, and the clear sky showed the stars. "What about sunlight?" I asked.

"Special shutters come down half an hour before dawn," he murmured, moving to stand behind me, his arms loosely round my hips. I leant back and gave a sigh as he kissed my neck. "We'll have the view for another hour or so."

I arched against him as his hands moved over the satin; a tug to the belt and the negligee fell open. He pulled away long enough to ease it off my shoulders, letting it ripple to the ground, then stepped back closer, pulling me back against him more firmly. I could tell he was already aroused.

"So beautiful," he murmured, hands stroking up and down me over the satin; it felt wonderful. "You are so beautiful." He cupped my breasts, lightly massaging, thumbs circling my nipples through the fabric. I reached my arms back to wrap around his neck, and tilted my face up to his to kiss him.

He seemed intent on taking his time, bringing me to a fever pitch of desire, slowly and torturously. His hands went to the hem of my chemise, but rather than rip it off, as I half-expected, he gathered it gently so that it rode up my thighs, and slid his hands sensually under it, stroking my stomach. I realised something, and gasped.

"Did Pam… tell you how she got me to agree to buying this set?" I asked him.

I felt his lips curve into a smile as he kissed my ear, and shivered pleasantly. "Not exactly."

"Hmm?" I enquired.

"I told her to make sure you bought something like this, and told her to use whatever means necessary to get you to agree to it. I suggested this scenario might do the trick, knowing that we'd have to come to New Orleans, and would be staying here." He laughed softly. "It seems to have worked."

"You…" I was distracted from that train of thought (which would have finished up with something like 'manipulative bastard') by him easing the chemise up at the back so that I could feel his arousal rubbing against me through the silk of his boxers. "Oh…"

"But of course, you never got to find out how it finished, did you?" he purred.

I shook my head. I was pretty sure that, whatever he'd envisaged, I was going to like it. My fingers tangled lightly in his hair as he kissed me; I wondered where his hands had gone until I felt his boxers being peeled away, freeing him against me. Then his hands were back beneath the chemise, resting lightly on my hips, as he rubbed against me. I moaned into his mouth at the sheer sensuality of it; nothing I'd imagined had come close to creating the burning heat I felt coursing through me.

His hands drifted up under the chemise to cup and tease my breasts as he kissed me, rubbed himself against me; my moans turned low and pleading, my hands clutching in his hair. I whimpered as I felt his arm lower to hold me steady as he bent his knees, feeling him poised at my entrance; my entire lower body seemed to flutter in anticipation.

Then he was pressing into me, beautifully, inexorably slowly, filling me from behind. I sighed into his mouth with pleasure, and let my head fall back onto his shoulder as he pulled back from the kiss. Gently, he set my hands either side of the window so that I could brace myself, then slipped his hands back under the chemise to caress and stroke and pet me as he moved inside me.

It should have worried me that we were standing by the window, that anyone could have looked up and seen what we were doing, but at that moment, I couldn't have cared less. I doubt I'd even have noticed if there was an entire crowd of people in the street below, staring and pointing up – but the street below was deserted, and there was nobody to glance up at our top-floor eyrie, so I was free to revel in our slow, delicious love-making, watching our shadowy forms in the window's glass as we moved in that age-old rhythm. I felt wild and wanton, free and languorous, all at once, my breathing erratic and my heartbeat hammering in my chest.

"Eric," I breathed, knowing I was close. "Please."

His lips brushed my neck, and even that made me cry out, making me convulse around him; then he bit, and I felt myself flying, soaring, as if I had wings, or could fly as he did. His name tumbled from my lips, along with countless endearments; his arms wrapped around me and held me against him as he drank, his own body convulsing with mine.

I whimpered in protest as he withdrew from me, turning me in his arms; he gave me a crooked grin. "There's plenty of time for more before the dawn," he murmured, lifting me gently. It was just as well; I don't think my knees would have borne my weight any longer.

He carried me to the bed, and placed me on it as if I was the most precious thing in the entire world, kneeling on the floor beside me. "You are mine," he said softly. I nodded wordlessly; there was no point in denying that, after all. He reached up, and tucked a lock of my hair, that had fallen forward, behind my ear. "And I am also yours," he added, his face open, guileless – almost vulnerable.

I swallowed, and placed my hands either side of his face, leaning forward to kiss him. "I love you," I whispered, almost afraid to hear his reply.

I needn't have worried; one hand cradled the back of my head, and he rested his forehead to mine. "I love you, too, my little fairy lover," he smiled, and stood, lifting me into his arms so that my feet left the floor. Then he set me down, very gently, and turned back the covers on the bed. "There is not enough time for me to show you just how much," he added, pulling the covers over us, and wrapping his cool, muscular body around mine, "but I intend to do my best."

What more could any girl want?