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

First of all, I want to thank Lacey for being my Beta Buddy! Thanks so much, you help me improve. : ) Ok, the end of this chapter is just a little stress relief. I admit this story has been pretty emotionally high strung, so I thought I would throw in a little fluff. Well, as fluffy as a topic this intense can get. I am not a song-fic writer, but I kept thinking of Pink's song 'Don't Let Me Get Me' *I'm my own worst enemy...* I can't help but sing that as I type. So... The title of this chapter is 'Don't Let Me Think'. Of course, this is Topanga's sentiment here. Thanks to all who have reviewed and commented on ch.10 so far!! You guys are awesome. (Except for the smart ass- I am sure if you've read my reviews you all know who I mean)

Hope you enjoy.

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

Don't Let Me Think

Topanga closed the door behind her and locked it- she was taking no chances with Shawn in the apartment. She leaned back against it briefly and looked back at Eric. He was waiting for her.

'What now?' Topanga thought. Thanks to Angela, she knew for sure that Cory had been intimate with someone. A crushing sensation began to develop in her chest. She had never really wrapped her mind around the idea of Cory being with anyone but her. Heat and moisture began to burn her eyes. 'Why the hell do I care?' Topanga asked herself defiantly. Her reason and numbness were failing her, and the tears began to flow.

"Are you ok?" Eric asked, as he got up off of the bed and walked over to her. "Did Angela say something that upset you?" Concern clouded his face.

"Oh god-," Topanga breathed heavily through a tight throat, "he did, Eric- he did." She shook her head trying to shake off the anger and the hurt. "Damn it! Why do I even care? I have no right to care!"

Eric moved forward quickly and caught Topanga in his arms. He held her tightly and firmly, as if he wanted to anchor her and not let her lose control. "I'm so sorry-," He whispered in her ear. Her cries were not silent as all of the emotion of the last few months just poured out of her. "I've got you, I've got you," Eric repeated quietly.

Topanga's sobs slowly subsided, and she took a deep breath. She realized she was clinging to Eric for dear life, and loosened her grip slightly.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted that way- I don't know why I did." She pulled away and looked up into his eyes.

"Yes, you do," Eric said evenly. "You're hurt because you loved Cory for a long time. There is no reason to be sorry. You don't always have to be in control of your emotions. But let me ask you something: when you woke from your dream, did you feel love for him- or was it pity that you felt?"

Eric held her gaze steadily, demanding an answer with his eyes. He was damned if he was going to let Cory hurt her like this. He may be his little brother, and Eric may understand him as a man- but not as the man who had fallen in love with Topanga. She was too sweet, and too innocent to have this kind of pain.

Topanga's eyes shifted over Eric's, confusion written all over her face. "I- I don't know." She sighed heavily, realizing that she had been holding her breath. "I don't want to think about it right now. I can't think about it right now."

"It's ok. Just make sure. Before you go to him, before you take him back, make sure." He pulled Topanga to him gently, "I just want you to be happy." he whispered.

"Don't let me think Eric. Please don't let me think tonight." Topanga brought her lips to his softly. Eric took them and pressed into her, tasting the salt of her tears. Her pain stung his heart.

"I'll try." He murmured against her lips.

"You know what I want? I want a glass of wine." Topanga backed up just a little. "I'll go get us some." She turned and left the room.

Once alone, Eric shook his head. As crazy as he was, he could never hurt someone like Cory had. But what right did he have to judge his brothers actions? If Cory knew what was going on with he and Topanga-. Eric shook his head again and sighed.

He walked to Topanga's stereo and put on a slow jam. The least he could do was to give her tonight. He could give her love, support, and an escape from reality. 'God, I wish I could be more than her escape,' Eric thought as the music started to flow softly from the speakers.

Barefoot and bare-chested, he looked at his reflection in Topanga's full length mirror. Would he ever be 'the one' for someone? Would he ever have his love returned like he wanted it to be? Girls came and went in his life- they never hung around long. Eric desperately wanted a lasting and stable relationship. He wanted Topanga.

Topanga came back into the room carrying a chilled bottle of Mountain Rhine and two wine glasses. She smiled softly at Eric and began to pour the clear beverage. The liquid in the glasses sparkled temptingly in the candlelight.

"Just one glass?" Eric asked, grinning, as he walked to Topanga slowly and took the glass she offered him. The wine tasted sweet and refreshing- warmth began to flood through his veins.

Topanga sipped her wine, keeping her eyes on Eric. How did she end up so lucky as to have him here to comfort her through this? She didn't know if she could stand her pain alone. He had put on her favorite slow jam, and the rhythmic melody begged to be danced to. Topanga put her glass down and took Eric's, placing it next to hers on the dresser.

Taking Eric's hand, Topanga led him to the center of her room, and put her arms around his waist. Laying her head against his chest, she could hear his heart and his breathing. As Eric stroked her back gently and began to sway to the music, Topanga could hear both his heart beating faster and harder, and his breath coming more quickly. Eric's hands found Topanga's hips and pulled her closer to him. He rested his forehead on hers and their eyes locked. Finding the rhythm of the music they moved as one.

She didn't know if it was the wine, or the music, or the feel of Eric's skin and movements against her, but the room was fading away. Everything was fading away except the two of them. There was no outside world, no yesterday or tomorrow- just now, the music and the rhythm of their hearts beating.

Eric brought his lips to Topanga's again, and prodded her mouth with his, slowly and deeply, tasting the sweet traces of the Rhine. 'This is heaven,' thought Eric, 'and I am kissing an angel.'

Moving his body down with the beat, Eric ran his hands down Topanga's outer thighs, feeling the softness of the short satiny skirt, and the even softer texture of her skin below it. As he came back up her skirt slid with his hands. Releasing it, he continued on up, sliding his hands under her snug t- shirt. Topanga's eyes closed and her head fell back as Eric lifted her shirt over her head, revealing lilac lace. She opened her eyes and met his.

Topanga felt so free. Her body flowed easily next to Eric's, and the things that caused her pain were banished to the outer reaches of her mind, far out of her grasp for tonight. Nothing existed but the moment. Rational thought had officially left her.

As the song ended Topanga unlaced herself from Eric's arms, pressed repeat on the CD player and topped off their glasses. The wine went down smoothly. Her head spinning, she slid her arms around him once more. "Make love to me," she whispered.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Eric asked her, his eyes never leaving hers. He was pleasantly surprised by her request. "You aren't just trying to get even?"

"Yes. This is what I want." Topanga kept her eyes on his, unblinking. "Get even with whom, Eric? I am not thinking tonight, remember?" She smiled at him teasingly. "You are what I want right now."

Glasses abandoned on the dresser once again, Eric lifted her into his arms. As he walked slowly to her bed his gaze never left hers. To hell with his resolve to keep her pure, he thought, Topanga wanted him and heaven knew he wanted her.

"I've been dreaming of this," he whispered.

"So have I," she replied. "I am so completely ready."

Eric laid Topanga down gently and slid into the bed beside her. Reaching up, he traced the lines of her lips with his finger before placing his mouth on hers. His hand held the side of her face gently. Of all the kisses they had shared this one was most intense because of the promise it held. The promise of a night of new experiences for Topanga, and for Eric it held the promise of showing the woman he loved places she had never been.

Lovingly, tenderly, Eric caressed her arms, her sides, and her abdomen. Slowly he found the front clasp of her bra and slid the lace away from her. His kisses trailed from her mouth, down her neck and onto her chest, teasing the hills and valleys with his lips and his tongue.

Eric was patient, slow and gentle as he led Topanga on this new path. He taught her the beauty of this sacred union between a man and a woman. He handled her as if she were the finest china, his hands caressing every inch of her, allowing her time to acclimate to each new level of intensity.

Being with Eric was nothing like the dream she had been having- it was so much better. There was no fear, no trepidation, and no hesitation. Topanga was relaxed and enjoyed each moment. Her skin tingled with each touch of his hands. Eric undid the side zipper of her skirt, and allowed his fingers to linger lightly on her skin before sliding it down her legs. The skirt slipped off the bed and landed silently on the floor. Topanga's scant undergarment matched the lilac lace of her bra, and he carefully slid it down her body, spreading kisses down her creamy thighs.

Topanga ran her fingers through Eric's short-cropped hair as he returned to her mouth. He covered her with his body, pressing into her. She let her hands run down his back and then around to the buttons of his jeans. Topanga's boldness intrigued and exited him. Soon they were naked before each other.

Eric continued slowly loving her, effortlessly coaxing her body to respond to him. Their hands enjoyed every inch of the others body.

"Now." Topanga whispered in Eric's ear. Her desire for him came just when he didn't think he could wait another moment. A small sound came from her as their bodies became one. Eric watched her face, and Topanga met his eyes. The temporary pain melted quickly into pleasure.

Time stood still for both of them as they moved in harmony with the rhythm of the music. When Topanga's movements became as eager as his own, Eric rolled her over allowing her control. She felt free and consumed all at once. He gently slid his hands over her, savoring the feel of her skin, the taste of her mouth and the pressure of her body.

Topanga watched Eric's face, and delighted in the pleasure she saw there, the pleasure she brought him.

He pulled her down to meet his lips and slowed for a moment before rolling her once again. Eric was close to cresting the mountain and falling from the height of desire into the deep abyss that was satisfaction. He slowed to wait for her, using all of his will to stay in the place he was. In moments, the waves carried them both over the edge.

********** A/N: Don't worry, this is not the end~