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!!!
Crimson Tears
Topanga awakened in a cold sweat. It was just dawn as the first cool, blue light streamed in through her window. It had been two weeks since Eric had kissed her, and in that time their stolen moments had yielded no more than the first forbidden night in her bed. They had been able to keep the secret under wraps, and it helped to have her friends to keep the secret for her.
The reoccurring dream that awakened her this morning had replayed in her head night after night, slowly torturing her. She tried to decipher it with no success. Perhaps she did not really want to know what it meant.
~In her dream she and Eric would meet. Their kisses and caresses would lead them further than ever before. Caught in their passion, in their tasting and touching, Topanga would become willing- willing to give Eric her most precious of gifts. As she felt him over her, his strong, firm leg pressing between hers in askance, she would close her eyes in anticipation of his entrance and the sharp, quick pain she knew was sure to follow. The dream was so real, she could feel his breath hot on her neck, and his velvety lips soft against her skin. She could taste the familiar salt and sweet of his skin. Then, the pressure of him on her would vanish- she felt cold. A bone chilling cold that left her trembling. When she opened her eyes, he was gone. At the foot of her bed would be Cory, looking distraught and forlorn- silent crimson tears tracing down his cheeks. Then she would awaken. ~
Topanga sat upright, taking her head in her hands. 'Why do these dreams torment me? Why can't I let him go?' she questioned herself. She felt as though her heart was ripping into a thousand pieces. The selfishness of her secret indulgences with Eric, that she thought were keeping her sane, in reality were driving her crazy- and she knew it. On some unconscious level she knew she still loved Cory, and Eric was simply another way to push him further away. To reduce the possibility of giving her heart to Cory completely, she was building a wall of shameful secrets.
Topanga rose to get into the shower. She wanted to wash the dream away. She wanted to feel clean. She gathered her robe and a few toiletries before crossing the hallway.
The shower felt good. The water was hot and cleansing. With steam circling around her, purging her lungs, she closed her eyes. Fingers of water stung her skin before sliding in effortless rivulets down her body. For a few precarious moments, her heartache waned.
She opened her green tea body wash and savored the nerve calming scent as she lathered herself. There was no reason to think, to feel, to ponder, to regret. Just to experience. The same way she felt when she was in Eric's arms.
Reluctantly she rinsed and stepped out of the shower. If only that feeling could last forever, and reality would stay at bay- but reality must be faced. She knew in her heart that her stolen moments with Eric were just that- stolen. Stolen from her, from Eric, from Cory. At the thought of Cory pain stung her again. She gripped her chest as it tightened and anxiety washed over her. Suddenly she knew. She knew what the dream meant.
If she continued to allow herself to be alone with Eric it would, without a doubt, go too far. In giving that precious part of her to Eric, Cory would undoubtedly find out- and his heart would bleed. She was surprised by the shock that filled her. The thought that she could still base her decisions on a man she had vowed to live without was disturbing. She wasn't ready to face that.
She needed coffee- now. She needed to distract herself. Maybe a movie by herself, in a dark theater, would keep her mind off of this situation she did not want to face. She would get around to dealing with it- someday.
Topanga dressed quickly in old jeans and a lavender v-neck t-shirt. She ran the brush deftly through her hair and slid on her watermelon gloss. Eric liked the gloss- he said it reminded him of childhood summers. She saw no need for other make-up today.
Thirty minutes later she entered the student union. Mmm. The coffee smelled so good. 'This is the smell of morning' she thought, and smiled for the first time that day.
As she sat on the big sofa with her latte, legs curled under her she was lost in thought. Simple, distracting thoughts- like what movies were playing, how much cash she had in her purse and whether she needed to go to the ATM.
She didn't notice him at first. It was Eric standing over her, one hand on his cappuccino, and the other in his front pocket. "Hey Panga," he said softly, and smiled warmly at her.
Surprised, she looked up and felt warmth spread through her as she smiled back. No matter how torn she was, the sight of him was always comforting and welcome.
"Hey, yourself." She responded.
He took a seat next to her, but not so close as to raise suspicion. He didn't take his eyes off of hers. He noticed a trace of worry in them. "Are you ok?" he asked, brow furrowed in concern.
"I'm fine," She shook her head and diverted her eyes, as if to brush away the question- but then she stopped. She was seeing Eric so that she didn't have to deal with this alone. "No, I am not ok." She admitted in a whisper.
Neither of them noticed the curly headed man watching them from across the room. He was out of earshot and could not hear what they were saying, but he could see the pain on Topanga's face. He wanted to be the one she shared with. He had dropped the subject of Eric wanting her, but Cory was still nagged by jealousy. He was jealous of the apparent friendship between his brother and his former fiancé.
With a sigh, Cory rose and left the student union, still unnoticed by two of the most important people in his life.
Eric's Revenge and Revelation: Completion of a tag ending, and more!!!
Crimson Tears
Topanga awakened in a cold sweat. It was just dawn as the first cool, blue light streamed in through her window. It had been two weeks since Eric had kissed her, and in that time their stolen moments had yielded no more than the first forbidden night in her bed. They had been able to keep the secret under wraps, and it helped to have her friends to keep the secret for her.
The reoccurring dream that awakened her this morning had replayed in her head night after night, slowly torturing her. She tried to decipher it with no success. Perhaps she did not really want to know what it meant.
~In her dream she and Eric would meet. Their kisses and caresses would lead them further than ever before. Caught in their passion, in their tasting and touching, Topanga would become willing- willing to give Eric her most precious of gifts. As she felt him over her, his strong, firm leg pressing between hers in askance, she would close her eyes in anticipation of his entrance and the sharp, quick pain she knew was sure to follow. The dream was so real, she could feel his breath hot on her neck, and his velvety lips soft against her skin. She could taste the familiar salt and sweet of his skin. Then, the pressure of him on her would vanish- she felt cold. A bone chilling cold that left her trembling. When she opened her eyes, he was gone. At the foot of her bed would be Cory, looking distraught and forlorn- silent crimson tears tracing down his cheeks. Then she would awaken. ~
Topanga sat upright, taking her head in her hands. 'Why do these dreams torment me? Why can't I let him go?' she questioned herself. She felt as though her heart was ripping into a thousand pieces. The selfishness of her secret indulgences with Eric, that she thought were keeping her sane, in reality were driving her crazy- and she knew it. On some unconscious level she knew she still loved Cory, and Eric was simply another way to push him further away. To reduce the possibility of giving her heart to Cory completely, she was building a wall of shameful secrets.
Topanga rose to get into the shower. She wanted to wash the dream away. She wanted to feel clean. She gathered her robe and a few toiletries before crossing the hallway.
The shower felt good. The water was hot and cleansing. With steam circling around her, purging her lungs, she closed her eyes. Fingers of water stung her skin before sliding in effortless rivulets down her body. For a few precarious moments, her heartache waned.
She opened her green tea body wash and savored the nerve calming scent as she lathered herself. There was no reason to think, to feel, to ponder, to regret. Just to experience. The same way she felt when she was in Eric's arms.
Reluctantly she rinsed and stepped out of the shower. If only that feeling could last forever, and reality would stay at bay- but reality must be faced. She knew in her heart that her stolen moments with Eric were just that- stolen. Stolen from her, from Eric, from Cory. At the thought of Cory pain stung her again. She gripped her chest as it tightened and anxiety washed over her. Suddenly she knew. She knew what the dream meant.
If she continued to allow herself to be alone with Eric it would, without a doubt, go too far. In giving that precious part of her to Eric, Cory would undoubtedly find out- and his heart would bleed. She was surprised by the shock that filled her. The thought that she could still base her decisions on a man she had vowed to live without was disturbing. She wasn't ready to face that.
She needed coffee- now. She needed to distract herself. Maybe a movie by herself, in a dark theater, would keep her mind off of this situation she did not want to face. She would get around to dealing with it- someday.
Topanga dressed quickly in old jeans and a lavender v-neck t-shirt. She ran the brush deftly through her hair and slid on her watermelon gloss. Eric liked the gloss- he said it reminded him of childhood summers. She saw no need for other make-up today.
Thirty minutes later she entered the student union. Mmm. The coffee smelled so good. 'This is the smell of morning' she thought, and smiled for the first time that day.
As she sat on the big sofa with her latte, legs curled under her she was lost in thought. Simple, distracting thoughts- like what movies were playing, how much cash she had in her purse and whether she needed to go to the ATM.
She didn't notice him at first. It was Eric standing over her, one hand on his cappuccino, and the other in his front pocket. "Hey Panga," he said softly, and smiled warmly at her.
Surprised, she looked up and felt warmth spread through her as she smiled back. No matter how torn she was, the sight of him was always comforting and welcome.
"Hey, yourself." She responded.
He took a seat next to her, but not so close as to raise suspicion. He didn't take his eyes off of hers. He noticed a trace of worry in them. "Are you ok?" he asked, brow furrowed in concern.
"I'm fine," She shook her head and diverted her eyes, as if to brush away the question- but then she stopped. She was seeing Eric so that she didn't have to deal with this alone. "No, I am not ok." She admitted in a whisper.
Neither of them noticed the curly headed man watching them from across the room. He was out of earshot and could not hear what they were saying, but he could see the pain on Topanga's face. He wanted to be the one she shared with. He had dropped the subject of Eric wanting her, but Cory was still nagged by jealousy. He was jealous of the apparent friendship between his brother and his former fiancé.
With a sigh, Cory rose and left the student union, still unnoticed by two of the most important people in his life.
