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*WrestleMania 22, April 2, 2006*
Amy winced at the slightly stinging pain of the small wound in her mouth. Lita had gotten physically involved in Edge and Mick Foley's hardcore match, and she paid for it. Foley had shoved Socko - wrapped in barbed wire - into her mouth, just like he'd done to her boyfriend mere seconds earlier.
But the thing that really had her cringing was all that Mick had subjected Adam to in the match. She'd known beforehand all the spots that they'd decided on, but she couldn't believe they'd all actually happened.
She'd feared the tall blond man had not been faking when he'd twitched repeatedly after the insane close to the match - where he'd speared Mick off the ring apron straight onto a table lit on fire - the table *she'd* lit on fire. The hair on both men's arms had been singed for real, and the redhead was relieved that none of Adam's blond hair had suffered.
Still, hours after the WWE's biggest pay-per-view extravaganza of the year, the man was hurting. He wasn't used to the crazy kind of matches that Mick Foley had made a living excelling in, had had no prior experience with barbed wire, or thumbtacks, or fire in a match. Amy had lovingly tended to him after it was all over. In his locker room, she had administered rubbing alcohol and salve to his myriad of wounds, pulled all the tacks off of his poor back. She'd been in ECW a short while, had been the only woman to get involved in TLC matches, but never before had she witnessed such sheer insanity and chaos in a match.
Amazingly, Adam had needed no stitches in his handsome face, though he had a pretty deep cut on his forehead. It was already scabbed over, and the redhead couldn't help but hope he wouldn't get a scar from it.
"How's your mouth?"
She was actually taken a bit aback by the question, as she'd been lost in her thoughts and not-so-distant memories of the match.
"It's okay," she said. She smiled at him, although she was concerned because of all his bruises, aches and pains - his "battlescars," as the blond man had called them. "And what about you?" She crawled over to him on the bed, where he was laying sprawled on the king-sized mattress. "Baby, are you still hurting?"
"A little," Adam admitted. He winced for emphasis. "Going through that fiery table was no picnic." He chuckled a little as his girlfriend placed her hands ever so gently on his face. "Ahh, I'm okay, honey."
She smiled, an impish hint to it.
"You'd *better* be, because I knew all night exactly what I wanted to do to you."
He laughed softly again.
"Mmm... I think I like the sound of that." He sat up to meet her halfway, their lips touching in just the softest, featherlike manner at first. Amy gently licked his lips, her eyes fluttering open to see him, his eyes still open as well.
Adam kissed her hard then, his tongue demanding as he tilted his head to one side and tasted her mouth. Damn, she was always so sweet... She always tasted sweet. He growled as she deepened the kiss further, her hands going up into his blond hair, fingers gentle.
She smiled as they continued to kiss, her right hand lowering to his shoulder to brush his arm.
The Canadian let out a soft exclamation of pain, and only then did Amy remember the deep laceration he'd suffered from the barbed wire during the match. It had cut right into the flesh upon which his sun tattoo lay.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, baby!" she said as she broke the kiss. She kept her face near his, nuzzling him as he protested.
"It's fine, Ames."
"You need some TLC." She gave him a come hither type of look, her hazel eyes sparkling.
"I'd rather get me some ACD," Adam quipped, his brows raising in a lascivious manner.
The redhead beamed at him, her heart in her eyes.
"You'll get *plenty* of that." She kissed him again, and he moaned as he responded, his arms banding around her waist. Amy pushed his embrace away, however, and instead straddled him, gently pushing at his chest. The blond man knew what she wanted and lowered on his back on the mattress, his gaze full of fascination and love as he kept his green orbs on her. She lowered again to kiss him, and this time her hands lowered to fumble with his jeans.
Adam groaned as she got them unbuttoned and unzippered expertly, then she moved to pull them down and off of him. He arched his hips, eagerly helping her progress. Next went his shirt, which she removed in a most gingerly fashion.
She left his boxers on and in place as she then turned her focus on her own garments. As he still lay there, the diva rose to undo her own pants and wriggled out of them, then rose the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. As she reached back to unclasp her black bra, Adam's boxers tented up as he watched, twitching and pulsating.
Amy smiled gently as she lowered her panties as well and stepped out of them, her eyes on him. He was so turned on by her little striptease, and she loved that.
He let out a soft, nearly inaudible moan as she came back to straddle him, her hand going to the tent of his boxers, fingers snaking in to fondle the hardened, thickened flesh. She stroked him softly, then hard, alternately, and it felt so incredible, the blond man thought he might lose his mind.
And then, a moment later as she had his boxers off and her warm, moist mouth on him, he thought he *had*. She licked up and down, from the head, to the shaft, to the base and back again, in a tantalizingly slow motion. Adam's eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation.
Amy smiled more brightly as she saw just how much he was enjoying her actions. That was even more of a turn-on to *her*, and she knew she was going to stop in a minute or so and get on top of him and ride him to the moon. She kept going, her eyes closing with pleasure as she orally stimulated him. And then, she felt him tap her gently on the shoulder, and she raised her head to eye him.
"For the love of all that reeks of awesomeness," he said, elicting a chuckle from her, "get on top of me - *now*."
She obeyed his wish, crawling up his body slowly. She straddled him again, moving up enough and lowered her head to deliver a searing kiss on his lips. He kissed her back ardently, a muffled moan escaping him. After, she lowered herself onto him, impaling herself on his hard member, and he sighed as though with relief.
The redhead didn't have to hesitate, as she was already turned on enough to take all of him. She slammed herself down onto his full length, back up again and down again, rapidly. It was so much so to the point that she was already close, nearly seeing stars.
The blond man laid there, a smile of ecstasy on his handsome but bruised face. He wondered if she knew just how incredible she felt to him... He knew that in a few more minutes, very soon, with her riding him this quickly, he would be letting go of that delicious release.
He reached down between them, easily finding her clitoris, and massaged it with the pad of his thumb. The action caused the redhead to cry out with pleasure.
"Oh, God," Amy moaned, not slowing down her pace for a second. The motion of his thumb on that most sensitive area added to her already very stimulated state. Before long, she was coming, the orgasm washing over her, and she nearly screamed as she let go.
Adam moaned at her reactions, loving every second of it. He felt his own orgasm hit, and he kept caressing her there, bringing her to multiples. It was absolutely incredible.
"Adam! Oh, God, *Adam*!" the redhead cried. She was breathless as she collapsed with her body fully on top of him, and she sought his lips a moment later.
He chuckled after the kiss, his hand going up into her hair.
"Wow... You know what? We never cease to amaze me."
Amy giggled, nuzzling him.
"I love you."