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Ashley was feeling a lot better about herself after her match. She'd gone toe-to-toe with Mickie James, with Trish Stratus serving as special referee. And although she'd lost, she still felt in much brighter spirits than she had earlier.
She realized it also had much to do with a certain other person. She wanted to thank him for the pick-me-up, and she knew he was participating in the 30-man Royal Rumble main event. She decided to go and look out for him by gorilla position.
The pretty blonde was pleasantly surprised as she made her way out there - he was already there, dressed in his in-ring gear and awaiting his turn to go out to the squared circle. His back was to her, and she kept as quiet as she could manage as she stepped up behind him.
The young man felt a finger gently poking him in the upper back-shoulder region. He turned, surprised when he realized it was Ashley Massaro who had tapped him. He eyed her as subtly as he could manage, up and down longingly, a soft smile coming to his face. She looked so beautiful and fresh, certainly a sight for sore eyes.
"Hi," he said, still full of surprise and wonder.
"Hey," Ashley said, her face brightening with a warm smile.
"You did pretty good in your match earlier," the young man said, clapping for emphasis.
"Well, I lost, but thanks."
"Doesn't matter if you win or lose... It's how you do in the match that counts. And I bet with a little more training, you could be as good as the veteran girls."
The blonde blushed but smiled.
"I have my doubts about that one," she admitted self-effacingly, "but you're so sweet! Thank you."
He grinned at her, not quite sure what to say as he was struck momentarily speechless. Had she really just called him "sweet?"
"Don't mention it."
Ashley looked down for a beat, feeling so good. She'd only really talked with this man tonight for the first time, and already he was making her feel better than Matt had in weeks. It was strange. Then, looking back up and meeting his dark eyes, she spoke again.
"Anyway, I just wanted to say good luck out there... And thank you for earlier... You know, for listening to me vent and all."
The young man smiled again. She was a really nice girl. Not for the first time, he wished she were free so he could ask her for a date. Then again, why would a gorgeous girl like her ever give him the time of day in that manner?
"No need to thank me," he said. He grew momentarily silent and thoughtful and figured a friendship was better than nothing. Hell, a friendship with this beautiful, sweet young woman would be a wonderful thing. "So... Friends?" He offered her his hand, and she promptly glanced down at it, as though taken somewhat aback.
And then, *he* was the one to feel dumbfounded as she didn't shake his hand. No... Instead, she did something that completely shocked him - she hugged him. Just like the woman herself, Ashley's hug was warm and friendly, and it took his breath away. He gladly hugged her back, acutely aware of the sweet fragrance of her blonde hair mixed with a few dark brown streaks.
"Well," she said when she pulled back a moment later, "I've got to head back to the locker room and get my stuff together." A smile was still present on her face.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow night, then?"
The man blinked in confusion, wondering if he'd missed something.
"Tomorrow night?"
"Yeah - RAW," she reminded him, chasing that with a small, melodious laugh.
"Oh... Right," he replied, feeling mighty dumb. If she only realized the effect she was having on him. If she'd hugged him any longer than she had, he very well might have even forgotten his own name!
"Take care." Ashley raised a hand in a wave and started to walk away.
He waved back at her, smiling.
"Take care, Ashley."
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*Later That Night*
Adam sighed and turned over onto his back. It was definitely one of those restless nights for him. He swore under his breath a moment later as he felt Amy shift beside him. She was awake as well, thanks to him.
"Oh, baby... What's the matter?"
He groaned and put an arm around her as he felt the redhead move closer, then lay her head on his chest. She absently stroked him in the very area he'd injured a few months earlier as he responded.
"I can't sleep... I'm sorry, baby. It's stupid that I can't sleep, and I'm disturbing you."
"No... Never," she replied adamantly. He could feel her shaking her head. "The truth is, I can't fall asleep, either."
"Why not?"
She moved her hand to his face, tracing the outline of his lips and then jaw with her forefinger.
"Probably for the same reason you can't. I really hate what they did to you, Adam. It's so unfair!"
He shook his head, then ran his right hand through his shoulder-length hair.
"I don't get it," he said. "I brought in the highest ratins they'd had in five years... What the hell did I do wrong?"
She gently turned his head so that he was facing her in the dark. He turned all the way around, onto his left side as she sardonically, sarcastically answered his question.
"You mean besides not marrying the boss' daughter?"
He smirked as he met her eyes in the darkness.
"Listen to me, Adam Copeland," she said, her face so close to his. He could feel her warm breath on his face, detect the minty scent of her toothpaste. She cupped his face in her lovely hands as she went on. "You didn't do *anything* wrong... You did everything *right*. It was a stupid mistake taking the title off of you, and maybe Vince will wisen up to that fact once the ratings plummet."
Their faces were still so very close. Adam moved just a fraction and nuzzled her gently, thoroughly loving the little sigh she gave at that touch. Her lips sought and then found his, and they kissed tenderly, affectionately at first but then grew grew steadily passionate.
The blond man wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her body against him, groaning at the feel of her nudity. Amy liked to sleep in the nude, and whenever they were together, he did the same. After all, how could he *not*?
She let out a second contented little sigh as she felt him throbbing against her. He was absolutely insatiable... But then again, so was she. And they had already made love twice that night, that first time in the equipment closet at the arena and the second time right here in this very bed - that had been a couple of hours earlier.
Amy smiled in the dark as she abruptly pulled away from him and got on her knees, her hands pushing at him. He instantly got the message and turned over onto his back. She straddled him, lowering her head to kiss him deeply, kissing the breath from him. He placed his hands on her bare hips, sliding them down and back so that his fingertips just brushed her buttocks.
After a moment, the redhead broke it, her forefinger on his kiss-swollen lips as she scaled down the length of his body. He watched her in the darkness, his breath held in delcious anticipation...
... And then, her mouth was suddenly on him, taking him as far inside as she could manage. He was big, yet somehow, she never gagged, never choked. He loved her for that, but most of all, loved her for *her*, for who she was.
Adam growled... It was all he could do to keep from thrusting his hips straight up off the bed. She was doing some incredible things to his body, making him feel truly amazing. But he didn't allow it to happen for too long... He wanted to return the favor. And so, gently pulling her back up, he pulled her to him, tasting himself on her lips as he kissed her.
When he broke it, he pushed her back down on her back, as she'd done to him, and dove to again capture her lips. Slowly, he moved from there and down her body, trailing his kisses over her throat, her breasts, her flat stomach - she let out a laugh which accompanied a little shiver as his lips and tongue tickled her there - and down lower, lower until he reached her moist center.
Amy cried out at the feel of him lavishing her in her most intimate area, her hands snaking down to grasp fistsful of his blond hair. It felt so amazingly good, and she never wanted him to stop.
However, he did before too long, turning over so that once again he was the one on his back. the redhead let out a pleased sound that was almost a growl as she straddled him, practically salivating as she easily impaled herself on his thick, pulsating shaft.
Adam sucked in a deep breath between his clenched teeth at the sensation of her all around him, her inner muscles gripping tightly as a vise. It only got better from there as she rode him at a fast, steady pace. The pleasure was so great, he nearly saw stars.
He reached up and kneaded her breasts, causing her to moan. She was close, he could tell, and she arched her back as she kept riding him.
The blond man absolutely loved it, as, a moment later, she climaxed. He gripped her tightly at the waist, controlling her movement and moving her even faster. It caused her to come again and again, and she cried out even louder. It was so intense and felt so good, he lost his breath.
"Sweet fuck, Amy..." he swore, his eyes shutting tightly as the orgasm dominated him.
The redhead was exhausted and drenched with sweat as she collapsed limply on top of him. Both their breathing was still heavy as Adam stroked her slightly damp hair, kissing her with ardor and affection.
"Wow!"
Amy laughed softly, her hand caressing his sweaty chest. He kissed her again.
"Well, if *that* doesn't help me to fall asleep, I give up."
She laughed again, and to the tall blond man, her laughter was like music to his ears.