Hello!

How are you all? I'm good, had a pretty busy day. Spent about three hours cleaning my car, inside and out. I don't think she's looked this shiny since I bought her lol. Anyway, I'll keep this short for once so Charlaine Harris owns the wonderful Southern Vampire Mysteries.

The room was completely black when I awoke, the curtains were fully pulled around the bed and it was actually a comforting situation to wake up to; it was exactly like it had been since I'd moved in here except for the past few nights. I'd grown to like the darkness and I was most definitely not afraid of anything that would go bump in the night, or the monsters under my bed, mainly because I now had one of those monsters in my bed. Speaking of my vampire, his arm was latched snugly around my waist and he was laid in exactly the same position as he had been when I fell asleep; his body almost stooped around me protectively. To be fair I was still tucked up into his chest and I couldn't resist moving the inch that would allow me to place a kiss on the luminous skin of his chest.

I took the moment where sleep was still clinging to the edges of my mind and I was completely relaxed to evaluate how my body felt after last night. I wasn't in direct pain from anything although I could feel the tender patches of bruises over my knees, from where I'd fallen, since my legs were pressed up into Eric's, since he was asleep which was more like death, he was a dead weight against them. Tentatively I tensed up the muscles in my stomach, expecting some form of ache since the skin there had been scratched and tormented but I felt nothing. I offered up a silent prayer of thanks to the amount of vampire blood I'd taken in thanks to my bond to Eric, I apparently still had excelled healing and it also offered protection from becoming a werewolf myself which would have been a worry if I'd been a normal human. The last body part to be checked was my ankle which I'd imagined was sprained last night. Slowly I lifted my foot off the bed and began twirling my ankle carefully, waiting for the burst of pain but nothing really happened. There was a slight twinge when I moved further than slight movement but definitely no pain and when I glanced down at it there was no swelling.

"Good." I whispered to myself and settled back into my vampire, I was still tired and another couple of hours wouldn't hurt me.

The second time I woke up it was because I really, really had to pee. I bolted awake in the darkness and began immediately to shove Eric's arm from around me which wasn't easy. The dead weight was tucking me in snugly against his chest so my only option was to shuffle downward which put me into very close quarters with some very nice muscles that at any other time I would have stopped to appreciate. I could see him quite clearly from such a close distance, both the vampire blood and his luminescence helping. Eventually I was free and I stumbled from the bed, pushing aside the curtains to reveal the rest of the room was nearly as dark. The only light here came from the alarm clock blinking that it was already four o clock in the afternoon; I'd slept the day away. I ignored that fact for the most part and rushed into the bathroom.

After and after I'd fetched some fresh towels from the chest of drawers in the bedroom I stripped out of my pyjamas to step into the hot water of the shower. The powerful jets beat down against my body, feeling wonderful against the bruises that I could now feel seemed to be covering my body, not just my knees. It would have been so much worse if my vampire hadn't come to my rescue when he did, I still didn't know how he'd managed to escape the silver net that had been trapping him but I was ridiculously grateful that he had. He would be awake soon and would we had plans to talk about everything that had happened. Even though the curse couldn't be lifted in the traditional sense anymore I was still relieved that Hallow was dead, she couldn't cause anymore strife in our lives. I was very hopeful that everything would turn out okay, even if Eric didn't regain all of his memories. We seemed to be doing very well without past memories. He just had to learn everything about me all over again.

I was actually smiling to myself as I lathered up the shampoo in my hair when I heard some form of noise from behind me in the bathroom. When I opened my eyes and glanced over my shoulder I found a gorgeous vampire staring back at me, his face poking around the glass shower screen door that he'd opened. His hair was falling around his face, long and thick and he appeared to be naked, at least from the waist up which was all that I could clearly see of him. His face was showing his hesitancy and the longing burning of lust through his hooded eyes. I swept my hair back with my hands as I turned around to face him fully so that it didn't cover my face. His eyes left mine for only a second to quickly trail over my body, taking everything he saw in. I wasn't embarrassed, I didn't want to cover up, I trusted him and I wanted him in the shower with me.

While we continued to stare at each other, energy sparking between us, I silently offered my hand out to him. It was only when his much larger, cool hand was placed in mine that I dared to breathe, letting the breath out that I hadn't even known I was holding. He stepped into the massive shower cubicle with me; carefully shut the door behind him without looking to stand in front of me in all his naked glory. It definitely was glory as well; I would never get fed up of seeing him without clothes, hell I'd never get fed up of him in general. His brilliant blue eyes were darker than normal, his desire for me clearly written in them. My eyes took their turn to trail down his body, although I went a lot slower, taking in absolutely every detail.

His face was handsome just like always with absolutely no trace of the trauma he'd suffered last night, in fact there wasn't any scar or indication about what he'd been through and there never would be. His jaw had the first little signs of stubble so that it would be slightly rough under my finger tips, a fact about him that would never change but something I loved about him. His bare chest was deliciously muscled and pale blond hairs were spattered around, just enough to turn me on and to play with. His stomach was poster worthy; well defined lines making up a just brought in six pack that was more evident when he moved than standing still but I knew from experience his muscles there would quiver at times when we were getting intimate. His long legs were lean and athletic. In essence every little bit of his warrior type Viking past showed through with his physique.

"Come here," I whispered to him once my eyes had returned back to look into his, I had noticed the small smirk on his face when he knew I'd been appraising him. He didn't need any further invitation; he stepped up to me wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me tightly into him whilst his head bent down so his lips could meet mine. The kiss was slow, tender and gave motion to the emotions we both felt. The hot water sprayed over both of us, soaking Eric's hair through quickly which made it fall in thick tendrils through my fingers which were weaved into the long locks. My lips moved incessantly against his, building speed and pressure as I just needed to feel him. His hands began to trace lines up and down my back with his fingertips, stopping just before got to my bottom.

His surprisingly soft lips left mine which meant my head immediately fell backwards, my neck supported by one of his hands. His lips never left my skin though, he moved down along my jaw and onto my neck, sucking and nipping in between the pecks. His hips ground into mine, letting me feel his hard gracious plenty digging into me, letting me know exactly what was in store for us tonight. His fangs pressed into me on the next kiss and I moaned loudly at the feeling of him so close to me.

The water continued to trail down over our bodies, making us gleam with wetness and silky under each other's fingers. My hands worked down from his hair, letting it tug softly between my fingers, until I reached his chest and I moved onto feeling his muscles underneath me. I hooked one leg over his hip then and he took the hint, dropping both of his hands down to my hips, picking me up so that I could wrap both of my legs around his waist, my centre pressed directly over him, letting his erection press into my clitoris with pleasure.

Our lips returned to each other, kissing with more need for each other. My tongue ran along his bottom lip, making him open his mouth, his tongue meeting mine immediately. We caressed and felt each other, taking our time surprisingly to investigate everything. I luxuriated in the feel of his cool lips against mine, the way his body felt pressed up against mine and how he was careful of me even when we were in the heat of the moment. I moaned against his lips, not bothering to keep the smile contained. His response was to growl and press me up against the wall so that his hands were free to roam over my body.

His hands worked their way to my chest where he palmed my breasts, massaging the sensitive flesh with his hands before rolling my nipples with his fingers lightly. My head fell back again with the feeling, moaning freely and arching my back into him, begging silently for more contact. After a few moments his hands worked further down my body, trailing over my stomach until he got lower. I pulled myself back up, holding my legs so that I wasn't pressed too close to his body, allowing him better access with his glorious long fingers. My lips found their way to his neck where I began to nibble at his skin causing a deep growl to reverberate around his chest.

"Bedroom," I breathed into his neck, my lips barely off of his skin. His fingers which were sliding in and out of me, his fingers curved to rub against parts inside of me that caused me to moan uncontrollably and shudder against him at the building pressure.

"Lover," Eric replied, his voice had taken on a deep bass quality that brought visions of every other time he'd used that voice, making muscles low in my stomach clench. His hands moved over me, grazing places just to tease me until one of his hands was holding me up by my bottom. His over hand left my body entirely to switch off the shower which turned the temperature in the cubicle down, and the beads of water to gather on my skin.

His other hand returned to me, fingers splayed across my back, pressing me into him so that my breasts were squashed against his chest, my heart thumping against my rib cage. He stepped back with me then, my back free of the harshly cold tile and I didn't look up until I was sat on the edge the counter in the bathroom. He pulled back from me, which I groaned at due to the loss of contact between us. He was back less than a second later a big black fluffy towel draped over his arms which he immediately used to begin rubbing me dry, paying particularly close attention to my breasts.

"Eric, I need you," I whispered to him, my hands now resting on top of his that were moving over every inch of my body to make sure I was completely dry.

"I need you," he growled back the instant before his lips crashed into mine. My hands snaked around his neck, pulling him further down and I felt the towel drop onto my thighs just before his hands weaved their way into my hair.

"Bedroom," I stated again, my lips so close to his that I brushed against them with the word. He nodded against me and I wrapped my legs around his waist again, holding my centre against him so that every movement of his would create friction between us. His stooped body stood up straight, taking me with him and he walked without lifting his lips from mine into the bedroom.

I was thrown, albeit softly, onto the king sized bed so that I bounced slightly when I hit, laughter falling out of my mouth from the motion. He loomed above me, crawling onto the bed slowly so that I could take in the languid motion of him moving towards me, an almost predatory glint in his shining blue eyes. When his face was above my stomach he dropped down to place open mouthed kisses on me, his body hovering just above mine so that I could feel his coolness above me without him touching me. It was torture and I groaned against it, my hands grabbing onto his shoulders, trying to push him down.

"Please," I begged freely and I was rewarded a devilish smile gracing his lips when he stared up at me, his mouth still working just below my breasts. He moved upward slightly until his nose was pressed into the plump flesh of my breasts and his mouth soon locked onto my nipple, sucking and lightly brushing his teeth against my skin. "Eric, please!" I begged again, I didn't need any more foreplay. It had been days since we'd been this kind of intimate and I just needed him, more than I could really express.

My hands unwound from his hair to cup his face, tugging upwards and he actually allowed me to do it. Almost immediately his face was above mine, his lips skimming across mine in teasing caresses but that wasn't what I was really concentrating on. His hands trailed down my sides until he got to my thighs which he grabbed, pulling them to the side so he could lay fully between my legs, his erection pressing into me. I understood what he was trying to do and I wrapped my legs around him, my ankles crossed at his lower back.

"Lover," he whispered before pushing forward and thrusting into me, a loud groan echoed around the room from both of us. My head lolled back against the pillow, my eyes shut tightly as I simply felt the sensation of him filling me up, my arms wrapped around him. "Look at me," he commanded, his words emphasised by a particularly powerful thrust. My eyes snapped open and I found his blue eyes staring back at me from only a few inches away.

"Bite me," I whispered into his neck, my teeth nibbling on his tender skin again, tasting him; he was a delicious mix of masculinity and something that could only be described as vampire. He pulled back slightly, one of his hands now holding onto my jaw, pulling my head away from his neck so that he could trail a line of kisses along my jaw. He got to my neck as I was beginning to feel the first licks of ecstasy around my body, my skin felt like it was in a cold fire, and I knew I didn't have long before I was thrown over the edge.

His fangs pressed into my neck, pushing into the skin but always pulling back before he risked breaking through. He kissed, licked and sucked, eliciting almost constant moans from me that were getting louder and louder with every passing second. "Please Eric, bite me, drink." I cried out loudly, letting the frustration into my voice. His lips intensified against me, sucking harder and pressing his fangs in more frequently. Just as I was about to beg again he bit down hard, breaking straight through the skin, his fangs sinking down into one of my veins. The release of pressure was immediate as I felt my blood being drawn out of my body and into him. I could feel him filling me up and the pressure my body was under, the relief somehow adding to it, sent me screaming over the edge into true ecstasy.

An hour later, we'd managed to go for round two; I was laid on top of Eric, my arms folded across his chest with my chin resting on top of them so that I could look up at him. One of his arms was behind his head, propping him up further on the pillow so that he could easily see me. His other hand was playing with my hair and tracing little patterns on my shoulder, whichever motion took his fancy at any particular moment. We were both completely relaxed, I couldn't feel an ounce of tension in his body directly below mine and I couldn't seem to wipe the lazy smile off of my face.

"Thank-you," he whispered after a few moments had passed between us in silence.

"What for?" I asked with laughter evident in my tone. I don't think I'd ever been directly thanked for sex before, I'd only ever slept with Eric and he preferred to show he was grateful in more practical ways.

"Everything, you've helped me a lot. I have, ah, feelings for you." He stuttered out, obviously not used to talking about his feeling. To be fair, my Eric wasn't that comfortable with it either, although he'd been getting much better at expressing himself with me, and he absolutely no problem with telling me that he loved me.

"Don't worry, I know." I told him sweetly, letting my smile grow brighter and I placed a quick kiss on his chest, just above where my arms rested. His answering smile set me back at ease and I knew we would be able to overcome his amnesia, he was already feeling things, no doubt due to the bond.

"You said last night that we had to talk tonight." He started out, deftly changing the topic to another one that was equally as important.

"Yeah, I just wanted to clear something up. Such as, how did you manage to escape the silver netting?" I raised my eyebrows in question as I gazed up at him.

"She left to chase you before it was properly in place. The tendrils stretched up over my head and arms but the ones on my arms didn't stay there properly, they were very thin. Eventually I was able to free my arms and then I just had to overcome the pain to get myself free. I felt something that spurred me on."

"What was that?" I got more comfortable on him, resting my cheek on my arms now so that my head was down, I could still see him clearly though.

"I think it was our bond, I felt fear, real fear that I can't remember ever feeling before, not like that. I think it was from you."

"Yes, Hallow trapped me and I was a little overcome, sorry about that," my voice tapered off at the end so that if he hadn't been a vampire he wouldn't have been able to hear me.

"Don't be." The hand that had been tracing swirling patterns on my shoulder move to touch my chin, lifting it slightly so that our eyes met and he smiled at me. "I felt your fear and I knew I had to save you, so I did. I didn't question, I don't question it, I just knew what I had to do. I think I understand what we were, what we are." I couldn't help that my eyes widened at that statement.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I understand more really, I'm coming to realise that just because I don't have memories of you, what we share I still know you. I know that you're sweet, fun, caring, highly protective of those that you love and that you would do anything to help the people closest to you." He shrugged his large shoulders. "I can't remember anything that tells me those things are the truth, the evidence behind them, but I just know it. Like how there's something out there, more than this world. We can't prove it but you know."

"Eric, don't freak out when I say this, but I can't keep it in." His quizzical expression would have been amusing given any other situation but I couldn't just blurt out my feeling when he'd only known me for a few nights.

"Anything lover."

"I love you, all of you, memories or not. You're still the same person I fell for." I smiled up at him, knowing that it was lopsided and really hoping that he would take it for what I meant it as; an honest statement, letting him know that I wasn't going anywhere and that I would help him through this.

"I know you do. Last night when I told you to run, you didn't at first, why?" I hadn't been expecting him to return the statement to me, but it still stung slightly to not have the words uttered back to me.

"I couldn't leave you with her." It was simple honesty and he saw it in my eyes. I could tell he was about to ask another question but my stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten for at least twenty four hours. "Urgh, I need to eat." I told him, slowly pushing up on the mattress with my hands so that I could carefully crawl off of him. I grabbed my standard pyjama clothes of one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers, before padding into the kitchen; I knew he was following me as the bed had creaked with his movement.

I went straight to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of flavoured water, milk and a yoghurt before turning to the pantry to collect the cereal box. When I turned back to face the cupboards where we kept the bowls I found Eric sat at the table clad only in a pair of boxers. He was a wonderful sight and my insides flip flopped again even though we'd only just left the bedroom. I wasn't usually quite like this, even though I had a very healthy appetite probably due to Eric who was pretty much insatiable, but having deprived myself from him when he was so close, I had definitely let something loose now.

"What are you eating?" He asked when I'd taken my seat opposite him.

"Cereal, way too late to cook."

"Don't you have any of the cheesecake left?" He waggled his eyebrows at me and I didn't stand a chance at holding back the laughter.

"I ate it all. I might pick some up at the grocery store next time I go." I smirked right on back at him before tucking into my supper. We spent the time while I was eating in silence until I was left with just a bit of my yoghurt which was strawberry flavoured; my favourite.

"What do we do now?" He asked quite suddenly and my eyes jolted up to him. He didn't look confused, or worried, it seemed he was asking out of genuine curiosity.

"What do you mean?" I swallowed the last spoonful of yoghurt and set the spoon down on the table, giving my vampire my undivided attention.

"Hallow is dead so she isn't a threat, she can't lift the curse. I don't have my memories back. What do you we do in general? Where do I live? What do I do?"

"Oh, well you live here of course. Well, that is if you want to, don't do anything you don't want to." Most of the time it would have been laughable; the idea that an unharmed human could force a thousand year old vampire to do anything he didn't want to do. He nodded in reply and I continued. "You can go back to working at the bar if you want but we're pretty comfortable money wise. I'll go back to work at Merlotte's now there's no danger, or no more than normal. We can work on getting your memories back. I might ask Amelia to come up."

"Amelia your witch friend?" I couldn't remember when I'd told him about Amelia but I nodded that he was correct.

"Yeah, she knows a spell or too that might help, nothing definite. Otherwise we go about life exactly how we want to, do things how we want to. Or how you want to." It was normal for me to refer to us as 'us', of course we had our separate lives but we shared everything with each other.

"I'd like to stay here, with you. I'll meet your friend because I think I'm missing out on a lot." He grinned at me mischievously and I knew he was about to say something cheeky. "I'm missing you right now actually, come back to bed?"

I took his extended hand and he led me from the room. By the time we reached the bedroom we were both naked and our lips were connected in a fiery kiss. This time was slow, sweet and he took blood from my breast, one of my favourite places for him to drink from.

I found myself partially sprawled over my vampire, using his chest as my pillow. I was thoroughly exhausted and my breathing was already deep in preparation for sleep. My eyes were shut lightly as I pressed my face into him. I was wrapped up in his arms, held tightly as though he thought I might run away at any chance I got. I could barely move my muscles were so weak, anything more than sleep was beyond me. Strange as I'd pretty much slept the day away but I chose not to question it. I had no idea what time it was but I had a feeling it was early rather than late.

"Lover," he whispered into the night and all I could bring myself to do in response was hum to show that he had at least some of my attention. "I think I love you."

So what did you think? You know I love feedback almost as much as I love a certain Viking vampire. Have fun watching True Blood tonight, you'll get my views on it I'm sure when I get to see it in a couple of days. Also, congratulations to Stephen Moyer and Anna Paquin who apparently tied the knot yesterday. Thanks my wonderful readers. *hugs* Have a good week