A/N: I was going through some old files and found this (rather fluffy) little number. It was a request from my dear friend, excusemeb, from a long time ago. Anyways, it's set after Season 4 but completely disregards Season 5 as it was started before it aired and is based on the premise that Eric and Pam kissed and made up. The title comes from the song of the same name.

Hope you enjoy!

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Goodnight Sweetheart

Eric opened his eyes slowly and surveyed the room with mild interest.

He was not looking forward to the evening's business dealings and was decidedly unimpressed that he'd had to leave Pam behind.

After everything that had happened in recent weeks he felt uneasy about leaving her behind. Not to mention a little hurt that she'd cheerfully seen him off, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Clearly she would not be missing his presence and he resolved not to miss hers.

After another moment of ruminating, he resigned himself to the fact that he would have to start getting ready for the evening.

He sat up slowly and eyed the oversized suitcase in the corner.

Pam had insisted that he take it, stating that he should pack for all contingencies – ridiculous since the weather had no effect on him and he was in no mood for making a fashion statement.

He sighed and moved to heave the suitcase onto the bed.

He frowned a little at it being slightly heavier than he remembered and wondered idly what Pam had shoved in there when he wasn't looking as he opened the locks.

He opened the case in one fluid motion and stared down at its contents in mild shock.

"You're not my spare suit," Eric commented drily as Pam opened her eyes.

"Um…surprise," she mumbled, looking a little disoriented as she sat up stiffly.

"I thought I left you in charge of things back in Shreveport," Eric continued, trying to sound angry with her and failing miserably.

"I thought it would be a good time for that audit Bill wanted," she replied easily, shaking out the kinks in her hair.

Eric grinned as he imagined Bill going through all their paperwork, "Devious, thy name is Pam," he teased.

She grinned back at him, "Well, virtue was already taken."

"Was there a reason that you chose this unorthodox mode of transport?" he asked, taking her hand to help her out of the suitcase.

"I wanted to surprise you and there weren't any cakes handy," she replied absently, smoothing out her clothes.

The movement brought Eric's attention to her apparel and he smiled as he recognised his favourite dress: a coral pink number that accentuated all the right places.

"I thought you lost that dress," he commented, eyeing her appreciatively.

Pam raised an eyebrow, "You know perfectly well that I didn't 'lose' this dress," she informed him archly, "you broke it. It's just taken me forever to get it fixed."

"I don't recall you complaining at the time," he countered, using the hand he still held to pull her closer to him.

Pam pulled a face at him and he chuckled.

"As much as I would love to recreate that particular incident, I have work to do," he reminded her, kissing her forehead and forcing himself to take a step back.

"I know," she replied easily, "just consider me your reward at the end of a long and tedious evening," she smirked.

For a brief moment Eric looked torn and Pam suppressed her laughter, "Don't worry, Eric, I'll be here when you get back," she assured him.

"In that case I hope you packed a spare set of clothes," he said as he prepared to leave, "because I can't guarantee that your dress will make it out of here unscathed," he explained with a wink as he left.

Pam shook her head as the door closed behind him.

"Oh, if only you knew…" she said to herself, eyeing the open suitcase that she had repacked almost exclusively with her things.