A/N: The R rating is for sexual content. If that bothers you, stop reading here.

Eric's Revenge and Revelation: Completion of a tag ending, and more!!!

Rendezvous

Eric knocked lightly on Topanga's door at 7:30 that night. It only took her a second to answer it. Her smile told him she was happy that he was there.

"Pangers," He whispered as he closed the door behind him, "are we alone?"

"Yes," she replied, her eyes never leaving his. His familiarity was comforting to her now, like a soft old shirt that you snuggle into. She was unafraid of Eric. It was beginning to feel right to be with him. Not right enough for Cory to ever know, though.

"Will you just hold me for a while?" he pleaded, his eyes large and distraught. How many years can a man suffer without human contact, he wondered.

"Of course," she whispered, a little confused, but completely willing to comfort him. "Let's go into my room, I don't want to take a chance that one of the girls will come back and see us together."

"Are you sure you can trust me?" he queried, with a single eyebrow raised.

"I'll take my chances," she grinned and took his hand to lead him up the short stairway to her room.

She looked gorgeous in her little white t-shirt and low rise shorts, thought Eric. He had watched her grow up, and now she was a very stunning woman- as sweet as she was beautiful. It endeared her to him that she still did not want to hurt Cory. He believed she knew, as he did, that this relationship they both needed so much had to be temporary, for Cory's sake.

After she closed the bedroom door behind him, she placed her arms around him, resting her head on his strong chest. He had been working out, and it was obvious. She raised her head and began to unbutton his shirt, then slipped it off of his shoulders. She hoped that she wasn't being too forward. As it hit the floor, she placed her hands under his t-shirt and began to raise it over his head. She watched his face for an indication of his response. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She guessed that was an 'ok to continue' signal.

When he opened his eyes he put his arms around her and pulled her to his bare chest. She could feel her skin against his where her shirt was cut low, and it sent pleasurable chills through her. He lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her lightly.

"Let's lay down," he suggested quietly.

Topanga nodded, and they proceeded the few feet to her bed.

Eric pulled her down on top of him. He knew he had to go slow, maybe, even not tonight.

"Is something wrong Eric?" Topanga whispered, her concern for him obvious on her face, causing her brow to furrow slightly.

"Why?" He was surprised at her selflessness. Even though he had roped her into this strange and forbidden affair, she cared for him.

"You said you just wanted me to hold you, I thought maybe something was upsetting you." She rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I feel a little guilty, because of Cory." He began, "and I am so tired of being left out of everything, because I am not a 'couple'." He shook his head, "I don't want to bore you with all of my problems."

"I am here for you Eric. This secret relationship is not only physical, I want you to be my friend too." She stated looking into his eyes. "I want to help you feel better, and I hope you would do the same for me."

"Of coarse I would do that for you," Eric responded to her gaze with an increased heart rate, "All of this pain you've been in lately, all I've wanted to do is just hold you, and make it all go away for you."

She brought her lips to his, "That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."

Eric caught her lips in his, nibbling her lip, and caressing her mouth with his tongue. His hands ran up and down her back and finally under the back of her shirt. She let him pull it up over her head, exposing her lacey undergarment.

Cory had never even taken her shirt off, she thought. It wasn't that he didn't try, she'd just never let him. What was this change in her, this change that caused her to allow herself to be loved physically? Maybe it was the familiar comfort of Eric, only slightly older than she, yet so strong and masculine. She somehow felt so safe with him.

Eric wasn't sure if he dared undo her bra as well, that might be to fast for her. He got his answer when she moaned with pleasure at his touch. He slowly unfastened the clasp and watched as the garment fell away from her skin.

She was beautiful, radiant even. Her hair fell around him lightly, tickling his skin. He put his arms around her and rolled her over, so that he was half over her. As carried away as he was getting, he kept himself in check. He knew he had to give her time. They just held each other like that, skin to skin, for a long time. It was incredibly comforting to them both.

Topanga, with her emptiness inside at the loss of her parent's marriage, and the loss of her true love (or at least the belief in it).

And Eric- with his confusion of feelings, loneliness of soul, and hurt at being taken lightly.

So they took comfort in each others arms, as innocently as could be expected- their only transgression, as yet, being the feel of the others skin.