Chapter 2 – Morning after

'Eric! You're not getting any breakfast if you don't get out of bed and get yourself down here right now!' Somewhere in the depths of Eric's sleep filled mind his mother's voice came droning in. He turned over onto his stomach with a groan and pushed the covers off with a restless movement of his legs.

It had been almost dawn when he had drifted off to sleep finally, but none of the discomfort had gone away in the last few hours. Eric had been hoping that come morning, he would be able to feel smug and happy that he had heard the woman he loved cry out his name with so much passion and well, lust…..He wanted to focus on the fact that must mean she wasn't over him either and she was missing being with him just as much as was pining for her.

But just like in all the hours tossing and turning and cursing into his pillow last night, his mind could only think 'idiot, idiot, idiot, you should have gone inside, …..pushed aside the heart shaped object she was holding between her thighs and replaced it with your hands, your mouth…. seen her eyes open in surprise and then glaze over with pleasure …...' Okay he had to stop this if he wanted to be able to go downstairs at some point, cause if he didn't he knew Red would be here soon demanding that he get his dumb ass self downstairs.

He was still thinking about Donna as he went down – his mind was dwelling again on the heart shaped vibrator she had been using – he couldn't picture Donna going to one of those girly stores and picking out the shiny pink polka dotted furry looking thing. He could however easily picture Jackie pressing it into Donna's hand and saying 'here try this, I promise u it will feel so much more powerful than an 80 pound nerd boy.'

A couple of hours later he was showered , dressed perfectly for a lazy Saturday in front of the TV and sitting by himself in the basement watching some old reruns. The door opened and to his surprise it was Donna who walked in not Hyde who had gone out earlier.

One look at her and the memories of last night came rushing back in , his mouth went dry and he had to force himself not to let his eyes roam all over her. He looked back to the TV with a muttered 'hey'.

'Hey' she was a bit taken aback by the curt greeting, they were enjoying hanging out as friends these days and she thought the awkwardness had all gone. Well anyway, why was he even watching this lame channel, the music channel had some awesome programmes on Saturday mornings 'Eric do you mind if I flip the channel for while'

Again a muttered okay from him. She went over to the TV and bent over trying to get the right channel.

Eric found he couldn't take his eyes off her sexy behind clad in tight jeans. He was going crazy as his mind helpfully brought back in Technicolor all the images of her lying on her bed yesterday in the deep red satin slip of a nightgown, the spaghetti straps having slid off her shoulders, her red hair spread across her pillow.

His hands were gripping the arm and back of the sofa tightly now and he prayed he didn't give himself away. She sat back on the sofa, a few inches closer to him now. The deep beats of the music from the TV filled the room now.

Why wasn't he speaking to her, she wondered, was Eric mad at her about something? She turned to look at him; but he kept his glance fixed on the TV. 'Eric' she began softly '….

'Eric, please…..Errriiic….' He had no idea what she was actually saying; his mind was now replaying her husky words from last night.

He couldn't handle this right now, sitting here and hanging out as friends. Either he had to leave the room or if he stayed, he knew what he would be doing in the next few seconds. Pushing her down into the sofa, pressing his lips to hers, and thrusting his hips against her to relieve some of the ache that been with him since last night.

'Eric, what's wrong? '

He turned to look at her for a minute & found he couldn't say anything.

Whoa, she thought. Why was he looking at her that way? When they were going out, she had often caught him staring at her & she knew he found her beautiful, he had only told her that like a million times. But this seemed a bit different. He was looking at her….…the way she had often caught Kelso or Fez looking at the girls in those nudie magazines she never seemed to be able to rid the basement of. What the hell?

Before she could say anything he had jumped off the sofa. 'I gotta go,…and umm, mow the lawn. Bye' He was running up the stairs as he spoke.

A few minutes later, Donna went into the Pinciotti house kitchen and found her dad sitting at the table.

'Get yourself a plate, Donna' Bob grinned. 'We are having a proper lunch today'

Donna mechanically went to get herself a plate. Eric had lied about having to mow the lawn, she couldn't see him anywhere in the garden or driveway when she was walking back home. He had just gone upstairs to his room to avoid her.

'Wow dad 'she said sitting down' where did all this food magically come from'. The chicken casserole and bowl of pudding looked delicious and smelt wonderful as well.

Don't you remember bringing it over from Kitty's last night, Donna? I hope you thanked her, the chicken is almost as good as my chicken Pinciotti'.

'Dad' she felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. ' I….I was at home the whole evening,. I didn't go over there yesterday at all…. and I locked up after you left, no one could have come in while you were gone.

Why was she looking so queasy ? Bob grinned. ' Well doesn't the boy know that we keep our extra key by the flowers. He must have come over and left it in the fridge. I tell you one of these days im going to let Kitty have my secret recipe for chicken Pinc…..Honey where are u going ? You haven't eaten yet'

Ohmigod, Ohmigod, Ohmigod. She was sitting on her bed, her face burning with embarrassment.

Eric must have seen her last night. Her mind frantically cast back trying to remember what he might have seen ….maybe he had come when she was in the shower getting ready to sleep at 10 pm ?

But then she remembered his odd behaviour that morning and she was sure he had seen her. And then she remembered the way he had looked at her before leaving. Was she now on par with those sluts in dirty magazines in his eyes? Ohmigod, had she lost his respect?

Well , fine – but she was going over there to tell him that if he thought he could leer at her just because he had seen her get 'busy' she was going to kick his ass and hit him over the head with his lawnmower as well.