"Cool...you gave Rob the belt!"  She laughed at the sight of the heavy metal singer holding onto what was at the time still Edge's Intercontinental championship.

He glanced down his body at her, as she was laying with her head on his chest, and smiled.

"Hey...now that I think about it," she said, lifting her head to look down into his eyes with a cute little pout, "you never let me hold that belt!"

Adam chuckled.  "I'll let you hold the U.S. belt, okay?  That's just as good..."

The redhead repositioned herself, throwing one leg over him and straddling him.  "Come to think of it, I'd rather hold you."

He made a soft grumbling sound deep in his throat.  "You'll get no complaint from me."  The blond man ran his hands up the diva's back, sliding his warm fingers up underneath her shirt as he gently pulled her down to him.  He kissed her with all his heart and soul, beginning softly, but then his lips became more firm and demanding.

The redhead kissed him back, a soft sigh escaping her as his moist tongue spiraled around hers.  Oh, God... She felt as though she could just melt in his touch.

Adam groaned softly as he felt his lower body respond, and he throbbed against the soft denim of his worn blue jeans, against Amy's crotch as she continued to straddle him.  He moaned a little louder as he suddenly felt her hand rubbing at him through his jeans.

He nibbled on her earlobe, his breath hot and coming fast as the redhead seemed to press her lower body more tightly against him.  God, he felt like he could explode.  He gently turned her head to his to meet her lips again, and they kissed more passionately than ever.

I love you, the Canadian thought furiously.  He wanted in the worst way to say the words to her, but they wouldn't come.

The redhead let out a soft moan as she continued to rub against Adam's erection, and she threw her head back a bit, her eyes closed, a look of near-ecstasy on her face.

The blond man repositioned himself so that he was on his knees before her, and he pulled at her shirt, lifting it over her head.  She bit her lip as she gazed up into his eyes, and her heart was in her hazel orbs.  The redhead reached for his shirt in turn, and Adam helped her take it off of him, his gaze never wavering from hers.  Next, her hands went to the button and zipper of his jeans, and he stood up to undo them.  At the same time, while she slipped out of her cargos, he reached down to undo her front-close bra, easily slipping the lingerie down her arms, freeing her breasts.

Amy now had his jeans undone and pushed them down, and he stepped out of them, then let out a gasp as her hand was touching him through his briefs.

"Mmm...baby..."

The diva bit her lip as she raised her gaze to his slightly glazed emerald eyes, a smile coming to her lips as an idea came to her.  She lowered her eyes before her, sliding her hands behind him and grabbing at the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down slowly.

Adam moved his hands to her breasts, caressing them and running his fingers gently over the nipples as she suddenly moved forward, licking his shaft slowly and eliciting a moan from him.

Oh, God... And then, she moved her hands back again to grip his firm buttocks, and she took his length into her warm, velvety mouth.  He felt as though he were in heaven.

"Oh, God..."  He tilted his head back as she continued to lavish him with that lovely mouth of hers, her tongue and teeth coming into play as well.  Oh, she was doing things to him that sent every one of his nerve endings alive and alert.

He continued to concentrate on her breasts with his fingers, gently but firmly gripping the nipple of the left one and kneading and rubbing it.  She began to moan softly with him still in her mouth.

Just when the blond man thought he'd be able to hold out no longer, he moved back so that he slipped from between her lips.  Then, as she gazed up into his eyes, he smiled, then lowered himself to his knees on the floor so that he could remove her thong.  Afterward, he pushed her thighs apart and pressed his face between them.

"Oh, God..."  The redhead instantly began to move against him as his tongue spiraled around her super-sensitive clitoris, and she leaned forward, gripping his blond head as pleasurable sensations shot through her.  "Oh, my God..."  Amy held her breath, feeling as though she might come at any second.  She wanted it to happen with him inside of her.

"Adam...I want you inside of me - now."

He lifted his head and gave her a sweet, yet somewhat devilish smile, then gently pushed her back on the bed, pressing his lips against hers.  She found it odd to be tasting herself as they kissed.

Afterward, the Canadian pushed one of her legs aside a bit so he could enter her.  He slid slowly yet very easily into her, and she let out a soft gasp as she felt him fill her completely.  He lowered his lips to hers again as he began to move slowly within her.  The diva kissed him fervently as she grabbed hold of his buttocks again, trying to draw him more deeply into her, and Adam took her cue and began to thrust harder, faster.

Within minutes, the redhead began to move against him, grinding her hips as best she could with his weight on top of her, and she let out a cry as her orgasm started.

The blond man gazed intensely down into her face, wanting to see her - needing to see her as she came - and he felt the ecstasy take hold of him as well.  He lowered his head so that his forehead met hers and moaned loudly as he emptied himself within her.

After a moment, he slipped out of her, laying his head on her breasts as he tried to catch his breath.

Amy smiled as she played with a lock of his long blond hair, which was slightly damp with sweat as a result of their lovemaking.  She couldn't help but find it ironic that, as Adam had joked earlier, they hadn't gotten through watching his appearance onstage with Rob Zombie after all.  But this had been so much better.  Besides, he was supposed to get a tape of that show within the next couple of weeks.

After awhile, they switched positions, so that the Canadian was the one lying on his back against the pillows, and the diva lay her head on his chest.  The soft, steady lull of his heartbeat was soothing to her, and she began to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

Adam glanced down at her as he realized her breathing was deep and regular, and he smiled as he watched her sleep.  He wondered how he had ever spent his life without her, and his heart swelled with all the tenderness he felt toward her.

"I love you, Amy Dumas," he whispered to the redhead's sleeping form, and she shifted slightly on him but did not waken.  He moved his face closer to hers and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.