After his terrific match and Intercontinental title victory the night before at SummerSlam, Adam had the night off at RAW.  That is, he had no match.  But the tall blond was on hand and had a small spot on the show.

The door to the locker room he and Jay were sharing was suddenly opened, and Amy quickly stepped in, shutting the door behind her.  She stood for a beat up against it, her arms behind her back as she surveyed Adam.  She allowed her eyes to scan his form, appreciating the way he looked in his tight black leather pants and short-sleeved button-down shirt, which he currently wore open, his chisled chest bare.  Amy thought he looked good enough to eat.

"Hey..."

"Hey..."  The new Intercontinental champion stood up and started toward her, and she met him halfway.  Adam pulled her into his embrace, lowering his head to hers and kissing her passionately.  God, he never seemed to be able to get enough of her.  He just couldn't keep his hands - among other things - off her.

When the kiss ended, Adam gazed at her with concern.  "How's your knee?"  He gently tugged the redhead by the hand to the black leather couch upon which he'd been sitting moments ago, sitting back down and pulling her onto his lap.

"Baby, I told you last night - I'm fine."

The night before, on Sunday Night Heat, previous to the pay-per-view, Lita had been jumped by Ivory while Alliance divas Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler had distracted the redhead.  The veteran brunette had gone for the other woman's knee, savagely kicking and battering it.  Amy felt fine, but she was supposed to hobble around for the next week or so to play up the storyline.

"Are you sure?" Adam asked, his green eyes fastened to her face.  He'd been so terrified she'd really been hurt.

"Yes...you worry too much."  The redhead smiled softly as she moved a bit on his lap, repositioning herself so that she was straddling him.

"I can't help it..." the Canadian muttered as his lips met hers.  He moved his hands down to her waist, holding her closer as they kissed.

"Whoa!  Err...sorry, guys..."

They abruptly stopped upon the sound of Jay's voice.  The blond man stood just inside the door and shut it behind him, as he didn't want anyone just outside to happen by and see them.

Adam couldn't help but become annoyed as his best friend still lingered.

Amy started to move as if she were going to get up off him, but he held fast to her, not letting her move.

"Again, I'm sorry, you two," Jay said as he stepped further into the room.  He tried not to gawk, relieved that they had not actually been having sex.  "I just came in here to get my cell phone..."  He reached into his bag and came up with the instrument."  "...I'll...err...get out of your way now."  He briefly turned back to them once he was by the door.  "I'd suggest locking this thing," he said with a raised eyebrow as he thumped the door before he left.

After a beat, Adam faced the redhead again.  "He's got a point...you forgot to lock the door."

Amy held up one finger, then got off of him and strode to the door, locking it.  As she made her way back over, she ran a hand through her auburn locks.  "Actually, I need to talk to you about something."

"Okay...what about?"  He noticed the slightly uneasy look on her lovely face.

"We have to have a fight in front of Matt," the diva blurted.

"Huh?"

"Adam, Matt is onto us...well, he's onto me...I don't think he suspects you at all," she explained.  "Jeff told me he's been acting crazy after yesterday morning.  Matt's convinced I'm either with Jay, Jericho or even Jeff himself!"

"What?!"  The idea of Amy with any one of those men was ridiculous to her boyfriend.  "Oh, brother!"

"Yeah...so, you see what I mean...we should pick a fight just in case he starts putting two and two together and comes up with you as the guy I'm with..."

"Okay..." the Canadian man said.  In truth, he thought the whole thing was silly, but if Amy wanted this, he would do it.  If she requested of him to move Mount Everest, he would at least try.  "...but in the meantime..."  He smiled as he pulled her toward him.  The redhead instantly straddled him again, wrapping her arms around his neck as she giggled softly.  Her laugh was muffled as Adam's lips were again on hers.

*

Later, Amy was hanging out with the Hardys in their locker room.  Matt's European title defense had ended, and the dark-haired man had walked away with his championship.

The three of them looked up at the knock on the door, then Jay and Adam walked in.  Amy looked up, and from behind Matt, she pleaded with the taller blond with her eyes.

"Hey," Jay said.  "Great match we had tonight."  He moved closer, putting his right hand out to shake the other man's.  "Even if you did have to win."

"Yeah, it was a good one," Matt replied, putting his hand into Jay's to shake.

They began to chat a little more, and finally, Amy decided to take some initiative.  Biting her lip, she spoke.

"So, why are you here?" she snapped, regarding Adam.  "All you've done here all night is sit on your ass spit-shining that belt."  She gestured with a nod of her head toward the gold he still held over his right shoulder.

The tall blond man perked up, in reality amused inside as he put on his best poker face.  Improvising as best he could, he muttered, "Yeah?  Well, I'm surprised to see you up and about, Amy - after getting your knee and ass kicked last night.  I'd have thought you'd be spending all night on your back after that..."  Adam had to nearly bite his lip as he concluded his remarks.  "Then again, I'm sure you spend a lot of time in that particular position, anyway."

Amy forced herself to glare up at him.  "And wouldn't you like to know..."  She rose from the couch as she pretended to stare daggers into the tall blond.  "...pig!"  She then briskly left the room, slamming the locker room door for emphasis.  She couldn't help the tiny smile that spread across her face, or the soft giggle that escaped her as she made her way to the women's locker room.

*

Hours later, after one in the morning, Amy entered her hotel room.  She was unable to stifle a yawn as she flipped up the switch beside the door, and the bedside lamp went on.

Her eyes were instantly drawn to the bed, a slow smile spreading across the face as she took in the scene before her.

Adam was lying in the center of the bed, awaiting her.  The blanket was covering him as he gazed up at her with a grin.  He had put on the air conditioner, and as Amy neared the bed, she realized he was completely naked.

They had both just come from hanging out with their closest friends at a neighborhood club, and it had been sheer torture for both of them.  They'd had to stay away from each other and act like they hated one another for the sake of the charade to throw Matt off their trail.  Adam had finally grown tired of the game and left, having forced Jay to go back to the hotel with him.  About half an hour later, Amy had feigned being exhausted and left as well.

"I was wondering when you were going to take my cue and leave that damn club," the blond man quipped with a sexy half-smile.

The redhead's smile widened as she instantly went over to him, crawling into his arms on the bed.  Their kisses were hot and passionate, and Amy let out a soft murmur as she felt Adam pressing up against her.  An equally soft, gentle laugh escaped her as he began removing her clothing.

"Mmm...Adam..."

"You know what?" he said with a chuckle.  "Pretending we hated each tonight - that really turned me on..."

She gazed into his emerald eyes, which were filled with mischievousness.  "Oh, really?"

"Definitely," he said.  "That was really hot...we should do that more often."

Amy laughed, but inside, she acknowledged that they might actually have to continue doing so.  She moved slightly to wriggled out of her white thong, and Adam removed her matching bra, then lowered his head to her breasts, nuzzling them.

The diva threw her head back as she savored the feeling of the Canadian's lips and tongue on her sensitive flesh.  "Oh, God...keep doing that..."

After awhile, she was nearly breathless with the anticipation of having him inside of her.  The redhead nearly let out a sigh of relief as the tall blond man suddenly stood up, pulling her to her feet with him.  After a searing kiss that left them both breathless, he turned her around so that her back was facing him, one hand gently pushing at her back so that she was slightly bent over the bed.  She bit her lip as she felt him press up against the back of her body, then let out a gasp as he slid into her from behind.  His thrusts were slow at first, but gradually built up in speed at the urgency to satisfy the both of them.

As she came, Amy had to mentally admit that Adam was right - for pretending they still hated each other had totally turned her on as well.  It brought back memories of their earlier encounters - when they had felt that way toward one another.