Fire and Ice/The Fine Line Between Love and Hate


Amy opened her eyes at the first dim rays of the morning light.  She rubbed at her face as she stared up at the ceiling, relieved that no noticeable traces of her migraine lingered.  She yawned sleepily, not wanting to wake up, especially since she knew it had to be no later than seven.

The redhead turned around onto her right side and initially froze in shock.  She stared at the vision before her for a beat, her breath caught in her throat.

Adam was sitting on the desk chair across from the bed, his long legs sprawled out before him, head tilted to one side, chin brushing against his shoulder as he slept.  Apparently, he had stayed with her during her entire night of misery.

She rose from the bed, hardly able to believe the tall blond man had opted to stay rather than leave in the middle of the night.  Lord knew, he couldn't be comfortable in that chair, in that position.  Amy grabbed the one of the blankets off the bed and went over to him, swathing it over him.  She smiled down at him gently, touched by his kindness.  She wanted to reach out and caress his long hair, but, not wanting to waken him, she restrained herself.

The diva returned to her bed and curled up on her side, facing the blond man, and a gentle smile took form on her face.  She watched him for awhile, feeling safe and secure.  Pretty soon, she felt herself drifting back to sleep.

*

Adam roused and opened his eyes, and he felt confused for a moment.  As his head cleared, he suddenly remembered where he was - in Amy's hotel room.  She had had a horrible migraine the night before, and had gotten sick.  He had tended to her, and he'd fallen asleep while watching over her as she slept.

He glanced down at himself, surprised to see there was a blanket wrapped around him.  His eyes shifted to the woman in the bed, who lay facing him and was sound asleep.  He realized that at sometime during the long night and morning, she had gotten up and had put the blanket over him.

Adam rose from the uncomfortable chair, running a hand through his mussed hair.  He moved that hand to the back of his neck, which felt incredibly stiff after using his makeshift bed for so many hours.  He let out a soft, nearly inaudible groan as he picked the blanket up from the floor and placed it on the chair.  Then, checking the time on his watch, Adam decided he was going to head back to his own hotel room.

He gazed over at the redhead once more, wanting to be sure she was okay before he left.  She seemed to be sleeping so peacefully, and he was glad.  She'd been in such agony the previous night, and he'd hated seeing her like that.  He didn't ever want to see her so miserable again.

Satisfied that Amy was all right, Adam turned around and tiptoed quietly to the door.  Turning the knob, he turned back to glance over his shoulder at the diva one last time before stepping out into the hall.

The tall Canadian tried to make as little noise as possible as he swiped the keycard in the door to his room.  He winced a little as he pushed the door open, as it creaked a bit.  But as he stepped into the room, he stared in shock at Jay.

Despite the fact that it wasn't even seven-thirty in the morning, his best friend was already awake and had showered and dressed.  Adam cursed himself mentally for not having planned on this - Jay was the type of person who normally didn't need any more than about five hours of sleep.  And because he'd stayed in the night before and had fallen asleep around one, of course he would be awake this early.

"Hey," Jay said as he regarded Adam.  "Where were you?"

The taller blond had to think fast and furiously.  "I was...err...downstairs in the cafe - getting a cup of coffee."

"Really?  In the same clothes you were wearing last night?"

Adam quickly glanced down at himself.  He hadn't even thought of that fact. Damn, he thought.  Aloud, he said, "Well...I..."  He ran a quick hand through his long blond hair.

Jay grinned at him.  "Hey, I get it, Adam, I get it...you were with Trish, weren't you?"

"What?"  He stared at his best friend for a beat, then nodded.  "Yeah...you got me."  He walked past Jay and headed to the bathroom.

Adam turned the water on in the shower, pushing the curtain closed as he began stripping off his clothes.  He exhaled a sigh of relief, thankful that his friend hadn't figured out where he'd really been.

*

That night, after the SmackDown taping, Amy watched the six-man tag team match involving Edge, Christian and Rhyno against the Dudley Boyz and Spike Dudley.  An intense feeling swept through her as she gazed at Adam on the screen.  All day and all night, she had been unable to stop thinking of how sweet he'd been the night before.

When the match was over, she was grateful that none of the other divas was currently in the locker room with her.  She had something in mind, and she wanted to be discreet about it.  After waiting several minutes, she left the room and set out down the hall.  She glanced around furtively as she walked, then stopped in front of a locker room, listening for sounds of voices within.

The redhead lifted a hand and knocked twice, paused and then knocked once more.  She whipped her head around, again making sure no one was around to see her.  At the same instant, the door was opened and Adam quickly ushered her inside.

"Get in here..."  The tall blond man closed and locked the door behind her before turning to face her.  "Hi..."

Instead of replying, Amy moved toward him, pulling his head down to hers in a passionate kiss.

Adam kissed her back willingly, his hands sliding down to her waist.  He was surprised, as she'd never been like this with him before.  When they parted, he gazed down at her with an almost questioning expression in his green eyes.

"Amy?"

Smiling sweetly up at him, the diva said, "I just wanted to thank you for last night.  It was really sweet of you to take care of me."

The Canadian shrugged.  "Well, I couldn't leave you the way you were..."

She glanced around the confines of the small locker room and then met his eyes again.  "Where's Jay?"

"Taking a shower...he left just before you got here."  He was about to ask her why she was asking when Amy suddenly raised the fluorescent yellow mesh shirt over her head.  He gazed her over in her black lace bra longingly, a smile of appreciation beginning to form on his handsome face.  He edged closer to her again, running his hand down her hips as they kissed again.

She pressed up tightly against him as she slid her tongue deep into his hot mouth, his hands roaming over her.  He slid his hands to her stomach, lowering them slightly to undo her pants.  She stepped out of them as they dropped, sighing as their kiss deepened.

Adam let out a soft moan as he felt her hand slide down to cup him through his green wrestling tights.  She was driving him nuts.  After a moment, he lifted her up in his arms, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist, and he moaned even louder when her groin came into contact with his.  He carried her to the brown leather couch halfway across the room, laying her on her back.

As they continued kissing and nipping gently at each other, Adam reached down and yanked off her thong, tossing it away.  After, he turned his attention to her bra, pulling at it roughly before he'd even undone the hooks in the back.  She raised her back up slightly so as to help him, and he quickly undid the lingerie and let it fall from his hand to the floor.

The redhead pulled him slightly on top of her, reaching down for the waistband of his tights, wanting desperately for him to be out of them.  He helped her by raising himself up just enough to lower them, and then he lowered his head to her breasts, placing kisses over them.  He flicked his tongue gently, then firmly on one nipple, eliciting a moan from her.

Amy gazed up at the blond man with an almost pained expression on her face, and he lowered his hand between her parted legs and rubbed at her, smiling at how wet she was.  Then, remembering that his tag team partner would be back as soon as he finished with his shower, Adam spread her legs a bit further, pushed forward and then filled her completely.  He pumped gently at first, but quickly increased his speed.

"O-oh..." Amy cried softly, throwing her head back as she came.  It didn't take long, given the fact that she'd been aching for him all day long.  He quickly followed suit, biting his lip to prevent himself from moaning loudly - lest people out in the hallway who might have been passing by hear him and realize what was happening inside his locker room.

Afterward, as they were both still breathing heavily, Adam found Amy's lips and kissed her tenderly.  He gazed deep and long into her hazel eyes, a feeling of great awareness coming over him.  After a moment, he rested his head on her breasts as he tried to catch his breath.  They lay there like that for several minutes.

They both suddenly raised their heads to stare toward the door when they heard the knock, followed by Jay's voice.

"Hey, Adam!  You locked the door!"

Adam and Amy exchanged frantic glances, and the tall blond quickly stood up, the diva doing the same.

"Yeah, just a minute!" Adam called, running his hand quickly through his long hair.  He gestured to the redhead, pointing down at the various articles of her clothing.  She took the cue and began to pick them up, quickly dressing.

"Come on, hurry up!" Jay called from out in the hall.  "I'm only wearing a towel out here!"

Adam quickly slipped his wrestling tights back on, glancing quickly over at Amy, who was just zipping up her cargo pants.  He gestured for her to hide behind the couch, relieved that it wasn't pushed up against the wall.

The woman obeyed, quickly kneeling down behind it as quietly as she could manage.  The blond man pressed a finger against his lips, then turned to let his best friend into the room.

"Jeez, Adam," Jay muttered as he sauntered into the room.  "What took you so long?  What the heck were you doing in here with the door locked?"

As the shorter man walked past him, Adam glanced quickly in the direction of where Amy crouched hidden.  If you only knew, he thought.  Fear coursed through him suddenly when Jay sat down on the couch to rummage through his duffel bag for clothing.

As Jay began to get dressed, Adam crept closer to one side of the couch and glanced down at Amy, who looked back up at him, her eyes wide.  Gesturing with a wave of one hand, he mouthed, Get out of here!

The redhead looked uncertainly at him but realized now was her chance - and it might be her only chance.  She got up and crept stealthily toward the door, pulling at the knob as silently as she could manage.

"What's that noise?" Jay asked as he continued buttoning his shirt.

Although alarmed, Adam acted quickly.  "Hey, Jay, I want to show you something."  He went forward and grabbed his bag from his locker, which was in front of where his best friend stood.

While the taller of the two men distracted the other, Amy slipped out into the hall, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could manage.  From there, she practically ran down the hall back to her own locker room.  Only when she was back inside did she let out a sigh of relief.











Part 7

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