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!!!
Revelation, Part I
Topanga sat quietly next to Eric in the dark theater, her head resting on his shoulder. She had shared her dream with him, and he had cried with her. He was so sweet, so understanding, so loving. 'Damn it!' she thought, 'If he were a jerk it would be so easy to let go.'
They had not discussed anything yet, beyond her dream and sleepless nights; had not discussed implications, consequences, nothing. She had decided to invite him to the movies with her; she needed just a few more stolen moments before she dealt with reality.
Topanga sighed deeply, and Eric tightened his grip on her hand. When had he lost his sense? He cared so deeply for this woman, that he was willing to give her up- to his brother. 'Hell, she was his before she was mine,' he thought. But Eric felt possessive now. He was the one who had held her at night, kissed away tears of pain from her parents divorce- touched places she'd never let anyone else. She had opened to him like she had to no one else- ever.
He turned and kissed the top of her head. He knew it couldn't last much longer, and he wanted to savor every minute of it. He would ask to go home with her tonight. He had no idea how long it would be until she decided to stop this secret affair. He swore to himself that he would not let her nightmare come true. His need was nothing compared to hers. As badly as he wanted to make love to her, holding her would have to be enough.
Topanga turned to him and broke his thoughts. She moved her mouth to his in a quick soft kiss. "Eric?" she whispered.
"Yes," he answered. "Whatever you need, the answer is yes."
"Come home with me tonight." Her eyes begged him, and he could see the nuance of sadness there too. "We need to talk."
"There is nowhere I would rather be." He finished his statement with another kiss. This time the kiss was deeper, he tasted the traces of the Junior Mints she had bought at the concession. She had asked him for the very thing he wanted- time. He knew what was coming from the talk they would have, and no matter how painful he thought he could accept it. He could accept it for her, and for Cory.
They did not see much of the rest of the movie. The innocent loving they shared in their back row seats did more than a narcotic ever could have for Topanga's aching heart. Eric was also soothed by the feel of her, her closeness, the softness of her skin, the fragrance he loved but could never quite place. He didn't want to let her go. It just felt so right to have her in his arms.
After the film ended, Topanga made a quick call home to check on the status of guests. Shawn was coming over, but not until eight. That left plenty of time for her to get Eric into her room before he was noticed.
~~~
Topanga opened her apartment door and took a quick survey of the room before allowing Eric to enter. It was Angela's nod from the couch that confirmed it was safe.
"Why don't you go on into my room, I need to talk to Angela real quick," Topanga whispered to Eric.
He nodded. After a quick nod to Angela as well, he ascended the steps and went to her room.
Topanga took a seat next to Angela and rested her arm on the back of the couch, cradling her head in her hand.
"I need you to be up front with me about something," Topanga began, "Has Cory been with anyone since we broke up?" Her eyes were serious, and her expression was blank.
Angela sought for words. She hadn't told Topanga what she had seen last weekend. But now- it was time.
"Topanga honey, this is hard for me to say. Maybe I should have told you sooner- I don't know- but," she took a deep breath before continuing, "About a week ago, I was at a party with Shawn. Cory was there. He'd had a few drinks and- he was getting hot and heavy with someone. They went up to one of the rooms. I don't know if he had sex with her- but Topanga- he was hurt, upset, and drinking. He's been lonely. You of all people should understand that."
"I see." Topanga retained the same blank look. It surprised her to feel numb hearing this. After all, she'd given up her claim to him. She waited, wondering if sensation would return. "I understand."
She was hoping that she would get some kind of answer, that some guilt would be eased. Some guilt was eased, but as for whether or not- Maybe if her confidant and comforter had been someone besides Eric, Angela's disclosure would have been enough. But it was Eric, and it wasn't enough. At least she didn't think it was, yet.
"Do you think he would have told Shawn?" Topanga asked.
"If you think I am going to drag Cory's secret out of Shawn for you-," Angela sighed, "then I will. I will talk to Shawn, and IF I find out anything, I will come and knock on your door. I can't believe I am doing this for you- you have to know how much I love you as my friend to do this." Angela stared at Topanga, and then grinned.
Topanga returned her smile. She knew Angela was her best friend. She rose to join Eric, and laid a hand on Angela's shoulder as she went by. "Thanks," She said meeting Angela's eyes firmly.
"You owe me." Replied Angela, only half joking.
Eric's Revenge and Revelation: Completion of a tag ending, and more!!!
Revelation, Part I
Topanga sat quietly next to Eric in the dark theater, her head resting on his shoulder. She had shared her dream with him, and he had cried with her. He was so sweet, so understanding, so loving. 'Damn it!' she thought, 'If he were a jerk it would be so easy to let go.'
They had not discussed anything yet, beyond her dream and sleepless nights; had not discussed implications, consequences, nothing. She had decided to invite him to the movies with her; she needed just a few more stolen moments before she dealt with reality.
Topanga sighed deeply, and Eric tightened his grip on her hand. When had he lost his sense? He cared so deeply for this woman, that he was willing to give her up- to his brother. 'Hell, she was his before she was mine,' he thought. But Eric felt possessive now. He was the one who had held her at night, kissed away tears of pain from her parents divorce- touched places she'd never let anyone else. She had opened to him like she had to no one else- ever.
He turned and kissed the top of her head. He knew it couldn't last much longer, and he wanted to savor every minute of it. He would ask to go home with her tonight. He had no idea how long it would be until she decided to stop this secret affair. He swore to himself that he would not let her nightmare come true. His need was nothing compared to hers. As badly as he wanted to make love to her, holding her would have to be enough.
Topanga turned to him and broke his thoughts. She moved her mouth to his in a quick soft kiss. "Eric?" she whispered.
"Yes," he answered. "Whatever you need, the answer is yes."
"Come home with me tonight." Her eyes begged him, and he could see the nuance of sadness there too. "We need to talk."
"There is nowhere I would rather be." He finished his statement with another kiss. This time the kiss was deeper, he tasted the traces of the Junior Mints she had bought at the concession. She had asked him for the very thing he wanted- time. He knew what was coming from the talk they would have, and no matter how painful he thought he could accept it. He could accept it for her, and for Cory.
They did not see much of the rest of the movie. The innocent loving they shared in their back row seats did more than a narcotic ever could have for Topanga's aching heart. Eric was also soothed by the feel of her, her closeness, the softness of her skin, the fragrance he loved but could never quite place. He didn't want to let her go. It just felt so right to have her in his arms.
After the film ended, Topanga made a quick call home to check on the status of guests. Shawn was coming over, but not until eight. That left plenty of time for her to get Eric into her room before he was noticed.
~~~
Topanga opened her apartment door and took a quick survey of the room before allowing Eric to enter. It was Angela's nod from the couch that confirmed it was safe.
"Why don't you go on into my room, I need to talk to Angela real quick," Topanga whispered to Eric.
He nodded. After a quick nod to Angela as well, he ascended the steps and went to her room.
Topanga took a seat next to Angela and rested her arm on the back of the couch, cradling her head in her hand.
"I need you to be up front with me about something," Topanga began, "Has Cory been with anyone since we broke up?" Her eyes were serious, and her expression was blank.
Angela sought for words. She hadn't told Topanga what she had seen last weekend. But now- it was time.
"Topanga honey, this is hard for me to say. Maybe I should have told you sooner- I don't know- but," she took a deep breath before continuing, "About a week ago, I was at a party with Shawn. Cory was there. He'd had a few drinks and- he was getting hot and heavy with someone. They went up to one of the rooms. I don't know if he had sex with her- but Topanga- he was hurt, upset, and drinking. He's been lonely. You of all people should understand that."
"I see." Topanga retained the same blank look. It surprised her to feel numb hearing this. After all, she'd given up her claim to him. She waited, wondering if sensation would return. "I understand."
She was hoping that she would get some kind of answer, that some guilt would be eased. Some guilt was eased, but as for whether or not- Maybe if her confidant and comforter had been someone besides Eric, Angela's disclosure would have been enough. But it was Eric, and it wasn't enough. At least she didn't think it was, yet.
"Do you think he would have told Shawn?" Topanga asked.
"If you think I am going to drag Cory's secret out of Shawn for you-," Angela sighed, "then I will. I will talk to Shawn, and IF I find out anything, I will come and knock on your door. I can't believe I am doing this for you- you have to know how much I love you as my friend to do this." Angela stared at Topanga, and then grinned.
Topanga returned her smile. She knew Angela was her best friend. She rose to join Eric, and laid a hand on Angela's shoulder as she went by. "Thanks," She said meeting Angela's eyes firmly.
"You owe me." Replied Angela, only half joking.
