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Adam was silent and sullen as they made their way backstage. The match had just come to an end, complete with Edge tapping out to Cena's STFU submission hold. Now, to add to his mood, Todd Grisham was standing just beyond the curtain, a microphone in hand, to ask him how he was feeling about losing the title.
He didn't blame Todd - he really didn't - but the segment only added to his aggravation. This was the most unbelievable, fucked up night... He couldn't believe he'd gotten so screwed like this, and only three weeks after his lifelong dream had finally seen life.
After snapping at the small, wiry man, he stalked off, glad to be off camera at last. All he wanted to do was get out of his tights and boots, take a hot shower, put on his regular clothes and get the hell out of there with Amy. Unfortunately, the redhead had to conclude the interview segment he'd just abandoned.
The tall blond man ignored the looks from his fellow WWE superstars as he opted not to wait for his girlfriend and instead just walk on to his locker room. He knew most of them were probably thinking it was a piece of shit idea to take the WWE title off of him so soon while he'd been so successful with it, but it didn't matter - a lot of them were either no longer his friends or had never really been friends in the first place. And unfortunately, one of the guys he happened to notice on his way, was none other than Matt Hardy... That was just what he needed, to have to see *that* prick.
Naturally, Hardy caught sight of him, and instead of the verbal abuse Adam anticipated, the dark-haired man remained silent. However, as he passed, he was fully aware of the distinctively cold and hostile air between them. The fine hairs on the back of his neck stood erect, and he knew it - this was pure, unadulterated hatred, plain and simple. And, truth be known, it actually gave him the creeps. Sure, he knew there were fans out there who claimed to "hate" him, but they didn't know him... They knew Edge, not Adam Copeland. It was a world of difference when the person who hated you was someone who'd once been a damn good friend.
The blond man kept his glare on Matt until he passed him completely by, ignoring the fact that he knew his former friend was still watching him now that his back was to him. Adam didn't have the time or the patience to deal with this now. Anyway, if Hardy were to open his big trap, he didn't know what might happen - the way he was currently feeling, he might just turn around and punch the shit out of him.
Adam decided he didn't want to wait until after the Rumble match to get out of the arena. He was tired, and he was fed up. He supposed he should talk with John and let him know he really didn't blame *him*, but at the moment, he could hardly think about any of that. He stopped walking when he was about halfway to his locker room, opting to linger for five minutes until he spotted Amy.
He waited for a good, solid two or three minutes before he finally spotted the redhead rounding the corner to where he stood. She looked somewhat upset, and he thought he knew why - the whole "Ho" bit with John and legend "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan wasn't exactly appealing to her. Of course, there had been a small spot involving Jim during the interview segment from which he'd just stormed away. Now, of course she knew the two men didn't really think of her in that way, but nonetheless, he knew it still bothered her.
All he could think of now was how she looked... Not all that happy. And while he knew she was also upset because of what happened to *him*, that part of it didn't matter right now. The tall blond man kept his gaze on her approaching form, and just as she rounded the corner, she literally bumped into him, as she'd had her head down.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her hazel eyes wide as she looked up. She relaxed visibly at the realization that it was him. "Adam?"
The Canadian held her against him, his heart thumping wildly as he gazed down into her lovely face. So beautiful, so tempting... He wanted to take that sadness out of her face and heart, make her happy again in any way possible. And so, he acted very rashly.
Quickly locating a nearly empty equipment closet nearby, he pulled her to it and inside, shutting the door behind him. It was pitch dark in there, and pretty cramped as well despite the lack of items inside.
"Adam, what...?"
"Shh... Amy, I don't like the way you looked out there just now," he whispered. He felt his way around in the dark, his right hand snaking up to find her cheek. He caressed it softly, lightly, so lovingly, and he heard her sigh. "You looked so sad, and I can't have that."
"No, baby, I'm okay," she protested. "I really am - it's *you* I'm worried about." She grabbed his hand that was still caressing her cheek, the pad of her thumb rubbing softly against the back of it. "I love you."
"I love you, too," she heard him softly respond. Then, she could feel his warm breath on her face, his hand moving slightly so that it was in her hair. His lips felt like heaven as they pressed onto hers, and she parted her own as she gave into the moment.
She gasped as she suddenly felt Adam's hands roaming over her body, yanking at her clothing. They were in such close quarters, they couldn't *not* touch so intimately. Of course, she knew what he wanted to do, and although she'd never been quite so adventurous before getting involved with him, she actually didn't mind doing it in here. In fact, it turned her on. Even the mere idea that someone could come in here, into this dinky little equipment closet was exciting to her.
The redhead moved around as best she could, allowing her boyfriend to undo her low-slung tight pants and then lower them and her panties along with them. She wriggled a bit, reaching down to get the garments off of her, kicking one foot out of them, her shoe coming off as well. She sought his lips again in the dark, letting out a muffled moan as she realized that somehow, at the same time as he'd been fumbling with her clothes, he'd lowered his tights just enough to free himself. She felt the hardness of his erection prodding against her now bare hip, swallowing hard as she lowered one hand to grasp it.
"Oh, God... Adam!" she moaned. Somehow, she managed to keep her voice contained, so that anyone passing by outside the closet wouldn't be able to hear.
The tall blond man groaned and wrapped his arms around her, picking her up with vigor but gingerly enough so as to avoid hurting her, should he bump her into anything. The closet was so tiny and cramped, and there was only so much they could move around in there. But damn it, he wasn't going to let that stop him. He reached down and swore as he gripped himself, feeling around for her moist entrance. And in seconds, he was inside of her, deeper still as she completely wrapped her legs around his waist.
He balanced her in perfect synch as he slid one hand up her body, his forefinger slipping into her bra and finding her nipple. He smiled as he heard the small, satisfied sound she made. She moved along with him as best she could, one of her arms wrapped around his neck, the other elsewhere as her hand stroked at his hair. Her legs seemed to be holding him even more tightly, trying to pull him even more deeply into her, and he loved it.
It didn't take long at all for Amy to feel the waves of pleasure hitting her. It was just a quickie, but she supposed their location plus the timing of this lovemaking session had her incredibly turned on. She bit her lip as the orgasm washed over her, not wanting to be loud and alert passersby.
"Adam... Adam, oh, God!" she managed in a loud whisper. She refused to scream or cry out, instead panting as she gripped him even more tightly with her legs.
He growled. She would never know how very good she felt to him... It was amazing. He stiffened as he reached his own climax, and he swallowed down the louder moan he felt bubbling up. Instead of letting it out, he held her firmly in place, attacking her neck with his lips, teeth and tongue. He nipped at her gently, another growl escaping him at the incredible sensations. God, he loved her.
When it was finally over, he continued to hold her, still inside of her as he leaned her back against the wall. He didn't want to move, but it would get damned uncomfortable before too long. Besides, the wrestlers in the Rumble match were most likely passing by back and forth in the hallway just outside of this closet. They couldn't stay here forever. And he wanted them both to shower, get dressed and get out of here.
He slipped out of her and readjusted himself back into his tights, his heart still beating fast and hard. He loved how they were so sexually adventurous together. And he just totally loved *her*. He heard her rustling around, felt her brushing up against him as she reached for her pants, panties and shoe. He heard her putting them all back on, felt her straighten up again, and that was when he pressed forward, leaning slightly down to capture her lips in another searing kiss.
Amy let out the softest lilting laugh.
"Why don't you go out first?" he suggested in a whisper. He hadn't detected any sounds of anyone nearby out in the hall. He couldn't care less if anyone was out there to see *him*, but he wouldn't allow his girlfriend to experience that embarrassment.
"What about you?" she asked, and he could hear the concern in her voice.
"Don't worry... I'll meet you in a bit. Go on, sweetie."
She pressed up on her toes to kiss him again, her lips incredibly warm and soft. And then, the door opened as she found the
knob, and a small bit of light filtered in, and he saw her as she slipped out. She gazed back over her shoulder at him, biting
her lip tentatively as she slowly closed the door behind herself.