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*New Year's Revolution - January 8, 2006*
Amy rolled her eyes as she read the question on the computer screen in front of her. At this point, nothing really surprised her anymore, but people were still really nervy in asking her questions about her and Adam's personal lives. Hastily, she keyed out a response.
She was in a backstage area room for the WWE's Instant Fan Access, in which WWE superstars interacted online with fans by answering their emailed questions. She and Adam had already been out at the ring for the blond man's Intercontinental title match against Ric Flair. It had all come to a screeching halt with Flair retaining as Edge had gotten disqualified for hitting him with his Money In the Bank briefcase - to save *her*, due to the fact that, just as had occurred last week on RAW, she'd been put in the Figure Four Leglock.
The truth was, the redhead couldn't be happier. The two of them feuding with Flair was big. And it could only get better from here on in.
She was there several minutes before it was her cue to leave. Trish Stratus and Mickie James were due to enter the room any second now. The camera was back on just as Amy rose to leave, poised for the door... And just in perfect time, the door opened, and Trish entered.
The redhead could feel her heart pounding so fast, her pulse hammering loudly in her ears as she and the Women's Champion momentarily stood face-to-face in a staredown. Of course, Amy had been out of in-ring action over the past year after she'd torn the ACL in her left knee exactly one year and a day earlier - and she was excited that she would be wrestling again very soon. It was an incredibly intense moment with Trish until she continued on her way out.
Now out in the hallway, she let out a delighted laugh-squeal, raising her hands to her mouth to muffle it. She felt so good, on such an incredible high. She had to go to Adam and tell him about the segment she'd just done.
The redhead briskly meandered to her boyfriend's locker room, a slight bounce in her step. She couldn't rid herself of the smile on her face. And as she reached the room, she knocked, anticipation gripping her.
The door opened in an instant, and Adam pulled her inside, his hands and lips all over her as he kicked the door shut behind her.
Amy let out a muffled laugh of pleasure and held him to her, kissing him back fervently. God, he was intense. He was intense, so demanding in his passion. His kisses were hot, his slick tongue prodding into her mouth and tangling with her own. She felt dizzy, her knees going all weak, like jello, as she realized he was hard and throbbing against her.
"Oh, God... Baby," she moaned as she pulled back just enough to get the breathless words out.
The tall blond man held fast to her, his kisses trailing over her cheeks, eyelids, jawline, to the base of her throat.
"Mmm... Ames... I have something to tell you. I'm getting the big one tonight."
The redhead gave a saucy little laugh, then spoke in a most lascivious tone.
"Well, not yet, but give me a few minutes." She stood on her tiptoes and began kissing him again, her hands roaming over his taut, muscular yet lean body.
Adam moaned as she touched his most intimate places, his eyes squeezing shut. It felt so heavenly.
"You don't understand, honey," he murmured, barely even able to think as she reached into his wrestling tights and fisted his hardened, engorged member.
Amy raised her hazel eyes slowly, meeting his gaze, a soft, playful smile on her lips. He was so busy talking, and here she was, moments from getting on her knees and giving him the most earth-shattering blowjob of his life.
"What don't I understand?" she asked in a throaty tone. Again, she lifted on her toes to press a searing kiss to his lips, and he willingly returned it, his hands coming up to curl in her hair. Between kisses, he pulled his lips just off of hers and explained.
"I'm... getting... the WWE... title tonight."
"Not tonight, you're not," she said. "You're not even in the Elimination Chamber."
"Oh, yes - I am," the tall blond man said, excitement in his orbs and voice as well as in his entire face. "Well, I'm not in the Elimination Chamber, but I'm getting a title shot. When I left you to Instant Access before, I was called in for an impromptu meeting with Vince."
The redhead cocked her head at him, her hazel eyes full of question marks.
"I didn't want to tell you I was summoned to a meeting with him - just in case it was something bad," he explained. The truth was, he *had* thought it was going to be something bad, and he hadn't wanted to upset the beautiful diva. "Anyway," he continued, "Vince said he thought it was time I cash in the Money In the Bank contract... And so tonight, after the Chamber, I'm challenging Cena - and *winning*."
Amy's jaw dropped open in surprise and shock, her eyes widening as well.
"Oh, my God... I can't believe it! Adam!" More happy than she could ever imagine, she jumped up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, and their lips met again.
"I love you," the Canadian said between kisses. He nuzzled her tenderly, savoring in the moment. He was glad they wouldn't have to appear on camera again until the end of the night.
"I love you, too," Amy said breathlessly, a soft smile again playing at her lips. "And this calls for a celebration!"
"Oh, we'll celebrate, all right," Adam said, a devilish gleam in his green eyes as he grinned at her.
The redhead laughed again and lowered her head to kiss him even more passionately than before.