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!!!

Close Call

The next morning Eric awoke next to Topanga. They had fallen asleep in the comfort of their embrace. The evening had taken them no further than that. Topanga still retained her purity. He smiled. His secret plan for the ultimate revenge was unraveling before him. He really cared for her too much to take advantage of her. The night he had pinned her in her room, he had had a bottle of green die in his back pocket. His plan to show everyone his conquering of Topanga- by dying her hair green- was foiled when he lost his wits and kissed her.

'How dare she make me kiss her, how dare she make me love her' he thought. At first he had been angry with her, and wanted to get revenge by getting close to her. 'Devious little plan, simply evil,' he recalled. But, Eric was not that heartless. He had found that each time he spoke to her, touched her, his resolve to hurt her weakened. He could no more hurt Topanga than his own sister.

Ok, bad example. The truth was- he was falling in love.

He wrapped his arm more closely around her, studying her face, her delicate features. He traced her jaw line lightly with his finger. Her eyes fluttered open, surprise reflecting in them at first, as if she didn't recall the night before. As she slowly awakened and remembrance washed over her, she smiled at him.

Broken sunlight streamed in through the blinds and added golden highlights to his short cropped hair. His blue eyes sparkled at her. As his gaze lowered to her chest, she was caught by a moment of modesty and reached to pull the blanket over her bosom.

Eric laughed, quietly amused.

"Don't be shy," he whispered, "you're beautiful." He leaned down and kissed her mouth. Slowly he trailed the kisses down her neck and chest, moving the blanket slightly to reveal what she had tried to hide.

She sighed, giving in, and remembering the night before. 'Cory would just die' she thought. She felt amazingly safe, loved- just wonderful when she was with Eric. There was no pressure. No commitment. No future to worry about protecting.

Just as Topanga was starting to relax again, there was a quick knock at the door, and it opened before the visitor waited for a reply.

"Topanga, I need to borrow your black slip on- AH!" Angela screamed as she looked up to see Eric and Topanga, lying half dressed on her bed.

She stood shocked, mouth hanging open. Never, ever had she thought, or dreamed that she would ever see something that took her so completely by surprise.

Eric and Topanga sat up and pulled the blanket up to cover her. They were both red with shame and fearful of what might happen next.

"What are you doing? Topanga are you ok?" Angela's eyes were wide. "Did I miss something; did Cory disappear from the face of the earth?"

Rachel entered the room in response to Angela's scream, and stifled her own. Her face went pale.

"Oh my-" She placed her hand over her mouth.

"It's not what it looks like. I swear, we were just," Topanga swallowed hard and took a deep breath, "we were just comforting each other. That's all." Her eyes begged them to co-operate.

"Please don't say anything to Cory" Eric pleaded. "Panga and I, we just both needed someone, ok? Cory doesn't need to know- ever." Eric's look was slightly more threatening.

The girl's faces slowly softened. They were coming to the realization that it was really none of their business.

"OK, I won't say anything. I never saw anything." Angela turned and walked out the door with her arms folded across her chest. She was not happy, but she didn't want to hurt Cory either.

"Eric, Topanga- you guys are my friends. I don't want to see anybody hurt. I wont say anything either." Managing a slight smile, she followed Angela out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Eric turned and looked into Topanga's eyes. A single tear ran down his face. He had looked so angry for a second, but now- he looked devastated. He took her gently into his arms.

"I am so sorry." He whispered. "I should've locked the door- or gone home sooner, something. I didn't want anyone to know either, Cory- he would be crushed."

"I know," she said softly, "but it's not your fault. I invited you here. I wanted you here. I still do. Angela and Rachel- they won't say anything. I know they won't." She pulled away from him to look into his eyes, still clutching the blanket to her chest. She slowly moved her lips to his for a sweet, light kiss. "It'll be ok, I promise."

Another knock came to the door.

"Topanga," Angela called through the door, "Cory is here."

*****

Don't cha' just love a cliff hanger?

Such a delightfully sick and twisted little story, hehehe.

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