Disclaimer – I don't own That 70s Show or anything related. Only thing I own here is my oc Ruth.

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Nice Legs

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Ever since she was five, Ruth had taken the habit of sneaking around her parents' closets. She couldn't help it. She loved clothes and she especially loved her parents'. Her mom blamed it on her godmother's influence.

Oh, her mom's clothes were the best. She's a writer and she dress for it, or so Auntie Jackie says. When she works, she puts her hair into a bun, puts her black rimmed glasses on and types in the computer with her long red nails. Clack click clack. She looks like some superhero's girlfriend or a hero by Agatha Christie. Ruth tries to imitate the hair and puts on the glasses when mom's not looking. Too bad that the bun undoes when playing and the glasses make her dizzy. (Wow, mom was blind!) Sometimes she also tried on the blouses. Her mom liked to wear elegant shirts, dark pants or skirts and heels whenever she went to a signing. Oh my, did Ruth love the heels. She loved feeling grown up like her.

But honestly, for all her sneaking around and trying on her parents' wardrobes, the one thing that drove her insane was the skirt. Her dad's skirt.

It was the only one he wore and he wore it for work most days. Sometimes he wore it with heels, and those times he looked just amazing. It was made of hard leather, of a nice caramel tone. It had a slight cut at the left and it fell straight to just above his knees, creating a slight triangle shape. That's what she loved most. Something about it was so... Unique. She'd never seen a skirt like that. "Why of course, baby." her dad explained. "Because this is a man's skirt."

Yeah... That was interesting, she guessed. She didn't think she'd ever, EVER, seen a man wearing a skirt like her dad did. She knew that some people commented. Her grandpa didn't say anything, but she could tell he didn't like it. She'd even heard some children point and snicker when Dad picked her up at school. Of course, she didn't let that bother her - Uncle Hyde always said that anyone who had the energy to talk about you wasn't worth a kick in the nads anyway… Mom and Dad weren't happy about the wording in that one. But, in any case, she couldn't help but feel curious. And at some point, she had to ask.

And here came the annoying part. Whenever she did ask, her mom and dad only smiled at her and said: "Look, we'll explain when you're a bit older. All right?"

That's what they said when she was seven, and then again when she was eight. So right now, at ten years old, she decided she had enough. She was finishing her homework in the kitchen when Dad arrived from work. Like usual, he gave her a quick kiss on the head, then walked past her to get some water from the fridge. The skirt and heels were looking fantastic as always. Ruth watched him for a moment, then went immediately for the attack.

"Dad, how come you're the only boy I've seen that wears a skirt?" she blurted.

Dad froze. He turned towards her, and for a second he seemed ready to repeat – Ruth was sure of it – the same thing he always said: "I'll tell you when you're older".

However, he must have seen something in Ruth's eyes. Something that told him her little girl wouldn't take no for an answer this time. So, instead of dissuading her all over again, he sighed and sat in front of her.

"Fine." he said. He laced his fingers in front of him, looking all pensive. "Ruthie... Would you hit someone?"

"No!" Ruth exclaimed horrified.

"Hm." He muttered, nodding behind his hands. "And what if that someone was wearing a special something. Let's say, something you really think they shouldn't be wearing. Would you do something to them then?"

"Why would you be mean to someone for their clothes?" Ruth asked even more in shock. Her dad hummed again.

"Well, even if you don't hit them, would you think it would be deserved if someone else did?"

"What?!"

Dad smiled fondly. He reached to tuck some hair behind Ruth's ear with care.

"See… Some years ago, I was working on a different school, and your mom and I were invited to a cocktail party with the other teachers. In there, someone did something mean, very mean to your mom."

Suddenly, Ruth felt a bit sick. Dad didn't elaborate any further, but she was grateful that he didn't. Just the thought of someone doing something to her mommy was enough to make her stomach twist.

"And you know what some people said?" her dad continued. "They said that it was mommy's fault. They said that because she was wearing a skirt, she was asking for it."

"What kind of idiot thinks that?!" Ruth exclaimed. The story already felt weird, but now it seemed downright stupid. "If you're mean, it's your fault for being mean! Skirts can't be mean. Wait... Did the skirt say "please be cruel" on it?"

Dad laughed wholeheartedly, but he shook his head. "It didn't. And you're right, it is really dumb." He lifted up a finger. "But it gave me the idea to do a little experiment. From that day on, I started to go on a skirt to work, one just above my knee like the one your mom wore that day. And you know what happened?"

Ruth shook her head. Dad made a gesture of surprise

"Nothing!" he said. "No one's ever done to me what they did to your mom that day. Maybe one day someone will, and then I'll have to eat my words. But until then, it seems clear that there's another reason why that person was mean to mom. Don't you think?"

"I think I understand..." Ruth said, nodding slowly. She sent Dad a weird look. "And why were they mean to mom then?"

Dad smiled in silence, and Ruth had to sigh resigned. "Let me guess, you'll tell me when I'm older, won't you?"

"That's right." he said, leaning over the table to kiss Ruthie on the head. Then, he walked around the table and scooped the little girl up.

"So, I think you've done enough homework for a Friday. Are you ready to call it a day?"

"Maybe, if you think I'm old enough…"

Eric snickered, ignoring the comment as he walked with her daughter upstairs.

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After Eric was done putting Ruth to bed, he went straight to his own bedroom. He found her wife standing there, looking at him with the most impossible look of love and devotion in her eyes. He waved a hand at her.

"Hey" he said.

Giving him a bright smile, Donna walked towards him and surrounded his waist, kissing him longingly. They broke it off just when they started to feel the need for air, only to get immediately lost in each other's eyes.

"Have I told you how lucky I am to have you lately?" Donna said softly. Eric cocked his head, looking thoughtful.

"Hm… Nope. Not since I managed to get ourselves a discount in last week's groceries."

Donna laughed and kissed him again. And when she did, Eric's chest soared with happiness.

I'm lucky to have you… Ever since Donna told him decades ago in Vanstock what a "really great boyfriend" he was, he had become addicted to hearing those things. At this point, Eric had little doubts about Donna's adoration for him. But you know, for someone like him, having a special person constantly telling you how blessed they were to be in your life... That was cool, it was pretty cool. Even if you yourself were pretty sure it was the other way around.

"Well, I am." Donna said. She then started playing with the rim of Eric's skirt. "You know... You really don't need to keep doing this. I mean, it would be a shame because I sure love how your butt looks in this, but I think everyone's got it. The asshole's already been fired anyway."

Eric, however, looked scandalized at the suggestion. "Are you crazy, woman?! This skirt is the best thing in our lives! My legs look fine as hell in this thing."

Donna laughed. "Can't argue with that." She said softly.

She played with the skirt a bit more before she went back to staring into her husband's eyes.

"I love you, Eric." she said. Eric didn't answer. He just gave her yet another kiss.

She kissed him back, and he kissed her back again. And again. And again. Like usual, the whole thing soon evolved into something more passionate. They fell into the bed behind them, their arms wrapped around each other, feeling each other with an almost desperate need. Eric climbed on top Donna and kissed her again fiercely, until they both needed to break apart between gasps.

"Take off your pants."

"Lift up your skirt."

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A/N: Woo-hoo! My first Eric/Donna story! This fic was inspired by Marc Bryan. If you're not familiar, Marc is an engineer that started wearing skirts and heels at work after someone sexually harassed his wife in front of him at the office. For some reason, I could perfectly see Eric doing something like this for Donna, and thus the spark of creativity hit me. Anyways, go check Marc if you don't know him… The man's style is flawless.