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Adam somehow managed to keep from climbing the walls in frustration, boredom and anticipation. Amy was due back home at any time, and he couldn't wait. She'd gone off to Cleveland, Ohio to do her first stint at announcing matches for Sunday Night Heat.

The blond man was thankful that the tapings were only taking place once a week. Also, the redhead would only be gone from him for hours rather than days. Not for the first time, he found himself glad she'd left SmackDown. What would he ever do without her?

He shifted his eyes toward the doorway as he heard the front door suddenly open and shut. The dogs went nuts, barking and taking off for the hallway. She was finally home...

... Thank God!

"You're back," Adam said, managing a smile for her as the redhead entered the living room, Luger and Branny jumping at her heels. She offered him a smile as she put down her bag and shrugged out of her jacket.

"That I am... and I can't tell you how happy I am to be back home," the diva stated. She instantly came over to her boyfriend, who held his arms open for her. Even the simple act of hugging was pretty awkward for the moment, thanks to his neck brace. Somehow, she managed to hug him in a creatively cautious manner. She then placed the gentlest kiss she could manage on his lips.

Damn, but her lips tasted sweet... Adam wished he could kiss her more deeply than this - *far* more deeply. Hell, he wanted to do a lot more than that - *countless* things more. So far, it had been two weeks since his surgery, and the tall blond man was just about climbing the walls. He was, by now, so extremely horny that it wouldn't have surprised him to discover that his balls really *were* blue.

He kept his left arm around Amy's waist, hugging her against his side, though in this position, he couldn't really look at her. Still, she was here, in his arms and by his side. God, how he loved her.

"How was it?" he asked, and he felt a small smile coming as she snuggled against his side.

"It was okay," Amy replied. "I mean, you know I'd much rather just be back in the ring, but..." She stopped, gently biting her lip as embarrassment rippled through her. She was a whole hell of a lot closer to returning to the ring than he was, and she was sorry she'd said that. She knew he would like to be where she was right about now.

"I know," he said softly. He raised a hand to rub gently at her back, also stroking her soft red hair. She smelled so good... She *felt* so good. He wished he could just throw her down on her back on this couch and tear off her clothes and have his way with her. And shit... This was not doing him any good, thinking such thoughts. The only thing it was accomplishing was that he was getting even *more* horny and frustrated. Damn it, though... He needed her, needed that delicious and beautiful release. But they couldn't do it - not while he wore this damned hard brace on his neck. And she had been so exhausted lately that he didn't want to bother her in asking her to do certain things for him...

The redhead stood up abruptly and stretched, yawning. That only served to remind him of what he'd just been thinking - she was exhausted.

"Have you eaten yet?" she asked. She'd had a small meal on the plane, but it had been so meager. She felt she could stand another small bite to eat.

"Nope - I was waiting for *you*," the tall Canadian answered. He felt a bit guilty that he hadn't prepared anything himself, but he hadn't known exactly when she would return.

"There's some chicken..." the redhead said as she did a quick mental inventory of the contents of their refrigerator. "... How about some rice and broccoli, too?" She hurried off to the kitchen before the blond man had a chance to reply.

"Ames..." He pushed himself up from the couch to follow her. "... Baby, don't go to so much trouble. You just came back from a flight - you must be dead tired." He stood in the kitchen doorway and eyed her, but she waved him off.

"I'm *fine*," the redhead replied as she took a pot down from the cupboard. "Besides," she went on as she went to the fridge, "I'm hungry, too. Now, go back inside - relax."

Adam swallowed hard. It was really taking all of his willpower not to break down. She was so amazing. *He* should be the one doing these things for *her*, pampering her, as far as he was concerned.

"I'll have dinner ready for us in... say an hour," she said as she began to prepare chicken breast cutlets.

*

The dinner had been delicious. Adam was surprised he'd been able to eat as much as he had, however, as he was still finding it difficult with the neck brace.

And the poor woman... She'd been so tired that she'd gone to bed just a little after ten, which was an extreme rarity. He knew she shouldn't have cooked tonight - she'd been exhausted since the moment she'd come home, and they'd *both* known it.

He himself had called it a night and turned in as well. He'd sat here on the couch watching TV, but that had gotten old quickly since that was pretty much all he'd been doing lately. Well, that and going online on his computer.

Damn it... He'd never get to sleep tonight, in spite of how tired he felt. His mind and body alike were begging for rest. Over the last couple of weeks, his eyes had become slightly sunken in, and he had dark circles beneath them. Try as he might, he just could never really sleep.

Adam suddenly became aware of a rustling sound. He could hear feet padding over the carpet and entering the living room. Because he couldn't turn his head to try to see the source, he assumed it was Luger - but as he felt the soft body suddenly position itself on the couch, sidling up to him, he knew that was not the case.

He closed his eyes tightly as she moved her small hands on him, lowering the blanket to his mid-thigh. She slid her body over, straddling him, and the tall blond man let out a nearly pained groan. It couldn't happen... As much as he wanted it, it *couldn't*. But she didn't move a muscle to undress, as it was. She wasn't going to fuck his brains out as he so desperately wished she would.

In the darkness, Amy ran her hands over his bare, muscled chest, her fingertips teasing as they barely brushed his skin. She let them dance down to his abs, the taut muscles jumping under her touch. God, she was tormenting him...

The redhead repositioned herself again, sliding off of his lap and laying on her stomach just beside him at his left side.

Damn it... He was already rock-hard in his boxers. What was she planning to do? He let out a sigh as he got his answer...

Her hands were on him yet again, and the blond man let out a moan as she touched him. She was stroking him inside of his boxers, just teasing his throbbing erection. After a moment, she pulled him out, and it took all he had to fight against the urge to just throw his head back - not that he *could*, anyway - as he suddenly felt her moist, hot mouth on him.

She teased him lightly at first, her tongue lapping over the head and undershaft. It felt so heavenly, Adam could have cried. And then, she sucked his entirety right into that velvet mouth of hers. He could have died at the sensation.

He was so backed up, and so tense from everything lately that it didn't take long at all. He moaned again, more loudly than before.

The redhead didn't choke once, lovingly swallowing every last drop of his precious essence. She was positively content. She'd made him feel better than he'd felt in weeks. And his pleasure gave *her* pleasure.

His hands were gentle as they went into her hair, caressing and stroking.

"I love you," he said softly.

Amy smiled up at him in the dark, her head on his lap.

"I love you, too."