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*New Years Eve 2002*

"This is it... This is my place," Adam said, spreading his arms wide as he circled the living room. His two dogs, a yellow labrador retriever named Luger and a toy poodle named Branny, jumped up excitedly on Amy as the redhead stepped further into the house, a soft smile on her face as she stared around. Alternately, she stooped over to pet both dogs, laughing at the playfulness of the lab in particular.

It was New Year's Eve and they were expected back on the road in two days. Somehow, she'd agreed to come back with the blond man to his home in Tampa. She knew she had to get back to her own house in Virginia pretty soon, but she was happy to be here, to finally see her boyfriend's house and meet his adorable pets.

"I can't believe I've never been here before," the redhead said cheerily as she stroked Luger's burly head. "I mean, we've been friends for awhile now."

"Only *friends*?" Adam asked, his hands going to clutch at his chest as he feigned heartache. "I'd like to think we're a little more than that - a *lot* more."

She laughed and straightend up to move closer to him, throwing her arms around his neck. He really was so cute and irresistible.

"You are so adorable, do you know that?"

"Me? No, Ames - it's *you* who's adorable." He held her flush against him, kissing her softly. He was so happy they would be spending New Year's together. Then, "Come on... let me show you the rest of the place."

Amy allowed him to lead her, hand-in-hand, through the house. He had a den that had a distinctive flavor that was definitely Adam Copeland - the championship belts he'd won were framed along the wall, tons of action figures - some of *Edge* - were set up on a small table and along the shelves, tons of books were present, and there were lots of wrestling magazines as well. She giggled at the fact that, deep down, her boyfriend was just a big kid at heart. Then, something else caught her attention. On one of the shelves, in a pretty brass frame, there was a photograph - of *her*. It was one of her WWF promo pictures. And on the outside, sitting securely in the lower right corner of the frame, was a smaller photo - of the two of them from a few months earlier - just shortly after she'd removed the soft cervical collar following her neck surgery, in fact.

Inching closer, the redhead picked up the small picture, gazing down at it with emotion.

"I remember this," she breathed. "We all got together when we had a day off. Matt was being a jerk, so I was mostly hanging around you and Jay." She put it back and turned to find him directly behind her, his green gaze soft and gentle. "You need a better picture of me. Something more current."

"I'd love that," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "I'd love some of *us*, too." He lowered his head to capture her lips in a tender, searing kiss, and she melted into his touch, her tongue exploring his mouth.

Amy felt Adam's body shudder against her, and he groaned with pleasure as she pressed even closer to him. Her hands went up to tangle into his soft, long blond locks. After another long moment, she broke the kiss, a soft smile on her face.

"Show me the bedroom now."

The tall blond man grinned. Her voice was so laced with desire, he could have cried out. And so, kissing her again, he swept her up in his arms and carried her from the room.

The blond man kept kissing her all the while, not breaking their lip contact once as he expertly made his way into the master bedroom. Amy clung onto him, her arms wrapped around his neck as he stepped over the threshold. He carried her to the bed, breaking the kiss only to lower her to the mattress. As he joined her, she quickly glanced around, wanting to know what his most private room looked like. But she barely had five seconds to survey the place when the blond man was all over her, his lips and hands demanding. His tongue darted into her mouth as he lay half-on top of her, his right hand caressing almost roughly at her breasts.

She kissed him fervently, then raised her head just off the mattress, pulling away gently.

Adam's expression seemed to be one of dismay.

"What?"

The redhead laughed softly.

"Nothing... It's just that I wanted to *see* the bedroom."

"Riiiight..." he teased, his green eyes sparkling as he gazed down at her. "... *That's* really why you wanted to come in here!" Then, before she could say another word, he playfully tackled her, capturing her lips in another dizzyingly passionate kiss. Again, his large hands roamed all over her, and Amy felt breathless. She was completely turned on and ready for him. She pulled gently on his long blond hair as they kissed again, more wildly than before.

The Canadian rolled over, pulling her on top of him, their lips momentarily leaving one another, and she let out a soft moan as she felt the rock hardness of him. Heat radiated from his throbbing member, causing her to shudder slightly. It was a good thing she was on a bed, because if she'd been standing, her legs most likely would have given out on her.

"Oh, God," she moaned. She reached a hand down, shifting over just enough to fondle him through his jeans. He swore softly at just that minor touch, and then she unbuttoned and unzippered the denim to reach in to touch him even more intimately.

"Jesus, Ames..." the blond man said on a sigh, his eyes closing as she stroked him.

Amy bit her lip as she straddled his hips, her hands working more furiously as she took him out of his jeans. He was already fully erect, and still rock-hard.

Adam's eyes snapped open then, as he suddenly experienced the heavenly sensation of her hot, moist mouth enveloping him. He watched as she worked on him, her long red hair falling in soft waves around her face. God, she was beautiful, so sensual... And he was so madly in love with her.

He didn't allow her to continue for much longer, as he something else in mind. When he felt he wouldn't be able to take it any longer, he called her, and when she raised her head, he again tackled her. He practically tore her clothing off in his frenzy of passion. Once she was fully undressed, he went for his own garments, tossing them to the floor to join hers.

They tangled with one another on the bed again, kisses as demanding as before, and Amy moved to straddle him again as he was suddenly back on his back. She threw her head back as she impaled herself on him, her long red hair spilling beautifully down her shoulders. She began to ride him slowly at first, as though adjusting to his size, then sped up the pace shortly after.

In mere moments, she was breathing hard and fast, crying out to him.

"Oh! Adam... Oh, God!"

He watched her above him as she climaxed, his own orgasm approaching, and it was heightened when she came a second time, quickly, then a third.

"Mmm... Amy," he moaned, a growl emerging from his throat as he quickly followed her, his teeth clenched, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he emptied into her.

Afterward, they lay, sweaty, in one another's embrace.

"Oh, God," she said, still panting.

"I'd say we just started the New Year off with a bang," he chuckled.

The redhead turned over so that she was on top of him again, her lips hungrily seeking his. After a fierce yet tender kiss, she raised her head to smile down at him.

"You up for a 'New Year's' marathon?"

Adam grinned. God, he loved this woman. Her sexual appetite for him was just as voracious as his was for her.

"Think you can keep up with me?" he asked.

Again, she lowered to kiss him breathless, then pulled back to gaze down into his lust-filled emerald orbs.

"Baby, you ain't seen *nothing* yet," she quipped.