A/N: apologies, but this is the final part of this story. There may, at some point, be sequels, if the plot bunny visits and is kind; but for the moment, I think we'll leave them in bed together...

Oh, dear sweet Lord, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Eric the amnesiac had been… incredible, skilled, wonderful. Eric, this Eric – real, devastatingly sexy and knowing Eric – seemed to be able to get my pulse racing just from talking and the tiniest amount of fondling. Granted, the talking was about sex – with him (and the memories of that made me ache with longing for more) – but even so… I was glad to be lying down, as I didn't think my knees would have borne my weight at that point. Certainly, I seemed to have misplaced all of my bones somewhere along the way. Maybe the excess heat in the room had melted them.

I gazed up at him, and was surprised when, very gently, he traced the contours of my face with his fingertips. "My beautiful lover," he murmured, bending to kiss me.

I might pull back from a lot of people if they tried to kiss me, but Eric wasn't one of them; I realised that, no matter what, I'd always be happy for him to kiss me, whether with his memories or without them. Even before I'd taken him in, I'd enjoyed it the few times he'd kissed me before, even though I knew I really shouldn't; I'd been with Bill, then. I let my eyes flutter closed, and wrapped my arms around his neck with a small sound of contentment. Being kissed by Eric was very high on my things-I-love-doing list. Actually, there were a lot of things involving Eric that were very high on my things-I-love-doing list. I wondered how many of them we'd be able to get in before he had to go to ground, or I fell asleep - whichever was the earlier. I tried to stifle a yawn, but wasn't quite quick enough.

"Tired?" He pulled back, and one of his hands stroked my side gently. I gave a hum of pleasure in response.

"Kind of," I replied. "Relaxed but alert."

"Slowly, then," he murmured, going back to kissing me. And slow it was – slower than he'd ever taken it before. He was careful as he slid into me, and barely moved, just rocking his hips gently. I quivered as he pressed tiny, light kisses to my face, neck, shoulders – anywhere he could – and sighed. "Good?"

"Very." Very, very, very good.

"As good as before?" He sounded hopeful.

I giggled a little. "You're trying to compete with yourself?" Somehow, that didn't really surprise me.

He chuckled. "I wouldn't want to disappoint you."

"I don't think you could ever be a disappointment," I told him truthfully.

He smiled. "I'm glad to hear it. You didn't answer the question," he reminded me, his hips still moving gently.

"Honestly?" I breathed, feeling the tell-tale edge approaching fast. I wouldn't last much longer.

"Honestly."

"Much, much better than before," I gasped, and clenched around him in release as he gave a tiny twist of his hips. His own release followed soon after.

We lay in silence for a few moments, before he spoke again.

"I was right," he murmured, pulling me close.

"About what?"

"You are the best lover I've ever had." I felt my throat tighten; it meant an awful lot more coming from Eric, with his memories intact, than it had done when I was the only lover he could remember. Then he said something that completely took my breath away. "And I do… have feelings for you, however difficult that is for me to accept and understand, after so long not feeling these things. And I do want you by my side, no matter what." Then he whispered, teasingly, "and I think you would like my 'gracious plenty' inside you again."

I jerked against him, partly in lust, and partly in shock. "You remember."

"Every sigh… every kiss… every caress…" he murmured. "Can't remember for the life of me what I did with the body, but perhaps that's for the best."

Oh, hell. "Yes, about that," I began nervously.

"Hush, my darling, better things to be doing," he said, tracing a vein from my breast up my neck with his tongue.

"But, um…"

"Not important," he said firmly.

"I killed someone!"

He shrugged, refusing to be distracted from his task. "Self-defence, it was you or her. I prefer you."

"Me too, but…"

He raised his head, looking amused. "Lover, we'll talk about it later if you really want to. This is not the time."

Well, okay. I could live with that, even if he'd been the one who brought it up in the first place. "When did you remember?"

He smiled, and dipped his head again. "When I came inside you, my darling." Hearing him say that did something to me, I can tell you. "You like me calling you that… you like the way I talk to you about our love-making." I shuddered helplessly – God help me, I did, and I couldn't deny it.

"Eric…"

"More?" he purred.

Tiredness seemed a thing of the past. I whimpered in encouragement.

"You are so wonderfully insatiable," he grinned. "On your side, my darling."

He spooned behind me, arms around me, pulling me back against his chest as he moved inside me. "Feels so good," I murmured.

"So it should," he said in response, lips brushing my neck. "Yes?"

I felt myself tighten around him immediately, knowing what he was asking, a little surprised - and touched - that he hadn't asked before. "Yes."

I gave a breathy sob of pleasure as his fangs sank into me, and his hands gently teased and caressed my breasts.

"I'm never going to want you to leave my bed," I gasped as I came down from my high.

He chuckled. "Well, that was the idea," he said unashamedly. "But as your room isn't light-proof, we might have to reconvene in my bed at some point."

I gave a pleasurable shiver; in his bed there'd be no need for him to slip away before dawn, and that was an idea that pleased me no end. "Okay." Right then, it sounded like the best idea in the world.

He nibbled at the back of my neck. "Tomorrow night, perhaps?"

"Hmm... yes..." I murmured sleepily. No matter how I tried to keep my eyes open, they were determined to close.

He tucked the covers close around us, and held me a little closer. "Sleep, then, my lover," he murmured. "All shall be well."

Finis