Author's Note: Here some more, as per my new year's resolution. Seems like this is one resolution I'll actually keep, but I wouldn't want to jinx myself.

POST EIGHTH SEASON: SUMMER OF 1980

WARNINGS: Smut, dirtiness :D

The Wisconsin Dells didn't hold the best memories for Eric, but today might be a little better. Donna was home for the summer, staying at the hotel. She'd called him that afternoon, saying her bus had just gotten in and to come bring her dinner because she wanted to see him. His mother had packed them a nice meal for them and told him to tell Donna she was welcome to stay with them for the summer—an idea that was met with much resistance from Red.

Eric nervously straightened his t-shirt, staring blankly at the door of the room—104, the same room they'd shared before—before knocking.

"It's open, Eric. Shut it behind you."

He glanced down to find a small towel barely cracking the door open and mentally hit himself for not noticing the distance between the door and the frame before.

No need to be nervous. You saw her only a little while ago.

But he was nervous, because it had been a little over a month since he'd kissed her, two weeks since they talked save for earlier. She'd been busy studying for finals and he'd taken a job at the K-Mart for some money.

He stepped into the room, closing the door quietly, to find a surprise.

Sitting on the chair, she turned her head toward him and grinned at him a little worriedly. "Like it?"

She'd dyed her hair back to red and had it styled to show off her pretty face perfectly. She was wearing an emerald lacy baby-doll, and her lips were painted a soft rose petal pink. On her feet were emerald heels.

"Jackie talked me into buying these shoes when I went to see her yesterday. But I'm not sure I like them. What do you think?"

She extended one leg, pointing her toes forward, giving him a perfect view of the toned flesh.

"It's...wonderful." His voice cracked and his mouth went dry and her only response was a sexy smirk.

"I haven't greeted you properly yet." She stood with more grace than usual and sauntered over to him—a verb he'd usually never use, but it fit now—and gave him a slow lingering kiss. "How have you been?"

He set the food down and wrapped his arms around her, leaning his forehead against hers. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." They stayed like that for a few minutes before she asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Not really." He glanced down at her body. "Not for food."

"Oh?" She backed away from him, a wicked grin suddenly gracing her face. "What are you hungry for?" She raised her right hand to her left shoulder and her left hand to the right shoulder and languidly pulled the straps of the baby-doll down, caressing her arms sensually. It pooled at her waist, and she pushed it down her hips slowly, shimmying out of it. He leaned against the dresser to steady himself from the sudden rush of heat.

"Or this?" One hand snaked around her neck, across her chest, and down one breast, lightly pinching the nipple. "Or maybe something like this?" She hooked her thumbs to the matching panties and leisurely tugged them down. His eyes widened. "Like it?" She gave him a sexy smirk, voice low and husky and breathy.

She'd shaved down there.

Did girls do that?

Well, she was just full of surprises today.

And his comfortable jeans were now very uncomfortable.

"Maybe something like this?" She sashayed over to the bed and laid down, knees up to her chest, ankles crossed, peeking out from behind her legs. Slowly she uncrossed her legs and spread them wide. Her hand slipped between her thighs. "I think about you every night. You know that?" She slid two fingers into her warmth. "And thinking about you makes me wet. See?" She pulled her fingers out and held them up, and in the light, he could see them glistening. He couldn't see her face clearly, but he bet she was smirking.

Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if she didn't know what she was doing to him. Her fingers glided easily into her wet core and back out. All the while, her sexy voice narrated her fantasies. She had dreamed of him going with her to college, of having sex in the back of a classroom while the teacher lectured. Of sneaking around at night and doing it on all the benches at the school. And all the while, low moans signalled the heightening of her arousal.

If he was capable of thinking, he'd wonder where this exhibitionist side of her came from, but right now, all he could do was focus on the quickening movement of her fingers, the heady sound of her voice. His erection was painful now, and a brief idea of undoing his jeans, relieving the tension a little, crossed his mind, but his arms wouldn't move. He was transfixed, hypnotised, as her monologue was cut short by a gasp as she came, hips arching, toes curling.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was her deep breaths. She raised her upper some so he could see her face and gave him a salacious smile. She brought her two wet fingers to her lips and licked them clean.

Oh, dirty girl.

He wished he had the strength to walk over to her. His limbs felt like lead. He didn't know what it would take for him to move.

"Take off your clothes, Eric."

That worked.

Obediently, he quickly peeled off his clothes. She moved down on the bed so she was sitting on the edge. She beckoned him to her with one finger still wet from her mouth. Her hand wrapped around his erection. "So I guess you find me hot then," she joked as her fingers expertly stroked him.

"Donna, you're...gorgeous. You're perfect."

Her smile was soft and radiant. "Thank you." She kissed the tip of him and he nearly came. "You're pretty hot yourself."

She stopped touching him and leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows. Her legs lifted high and apart, giving him a perfect view of her swollen pink nether lips. "I need you, Eric. Please."

"I need you too. So badly." His hands gripped her thighs and he slid into her. He kept his thrusts slow, savouring each moment, until he heard her throaty command, "faster." He picked up the pace quickly, a vague thought about this not being the time to do it in a minute, but it was getting harder to hold on. Her wet heat was so achingly like paradise that he never wanted to leave, never wanted to come. But her muscles were tightening around him and her fingers were lightly pinching her pebbled rosy nipples and the sheer delight he felt in the friction had him on the edge. The little 'ohs' she was making were steadily pushing him over the fine line.

She cried out his name as she came, and the sound of it, along with her muscles drawn tight around him, drove him right over the edge. He came violently, screwing his face up, eyes tightly closed, moaning.

His legs felt like jelly as he pulled out of her. Her hand flailed vaguely and he took it was a gesture to join her on the bed. She moved up to lay her head on his chest.

"I love you, Eric."

"I love you too." He laid there silently for a few minutes, lips pressed to the top of her head. "I'm glad you dyed your hair back."

"Really? I thought you wouldn't like it. You liked the blond so much."

"You're more fiery with the red." He stroked her hair. "And more beautiful. Not that you weren't beautiful with the blonde. You could never not look beautiful. I meant... Well, I think it suits you more."

"Thank you."

"So, were you planning all this?"

She sat up and he instantly did the same to face her. She smiled. "A little. Last weekend all I was doing was waiting for final grades, so I started thinking about this summer and making it more fun."

"Oh, it's more fun."

She laughed. "Well, I went lingerie shopping and got a ton of stuff." His eyes widened, comically excited and mouth 'there's more?,' making her giggle again. "Then Jackie came and picked me up for lunch and took me to the store she's working at. The shoes matched so I had to get them, and I thought I'd wear it to see you. Plus, she was so excited to see me buy something feminine, she gave me her employee discount. Apparently, the shop's shoes are too cheap for her. But no, I didn't plan... that." She waved her hand

"I loved that."

"Good."

"So, um...why'd you shave?"

"Oh. I'm in a coed dorm and there must have been guys living in the dorm last year. I found a stack of porn movies hidden underneath the bed, and I wanted to see what guys liked about them so much. All those porn stars had theirs shaved, so I thought you might like a little dirty surprise. And I guess that's where I got the idea to seduce you."

"There's really no reason to seduce me. I'm your love slave." Both laughing, they laid back down and she rested her head on his chest when a sudden thought struck him. "Wait, does that mean you have more tricks up your sleeve?"

She gave him a positively dirty grin. "You'll see."

Author's Note: So, my version of Donna and Eric is a little different than on the show. I blame it on the horniness. THERE'S MORE TO COME, SO LOOK OUT! I'm currently working on two and have some ideas of how they can spend their dirty summer. Suggestions welcome, and also, should I put the summer of 1980 as one long story or multiple one shots? Chime in, and have a very good day!