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*One Week Later*
Adam stood by her side patiently, finding it increasingly difficult not to wince. But throughout it all, the redhead managed to be brave and not utter a single exclamation of pain.
They were in the trainer's room at the arena, and she was having the stitches removed from her hands. The doctor had deemed it perfectly fine for her to have the procedure here. Her hands had been healing up nicely, and, although the man had told her they would still be a bit sensitive for another week or so, things seemed otherwise fine.
When the trainer had finished with her left hand, she reached it to her boyfriend. Tentatively - even reluctantly - Adam took gentle hold of the delicate appendage, flinching slightly as he worried about hurting her. That didn't seem to be the case at all, however, as she offered him a small smile.
He gave her a smile of his own as the trainer worked on her right hand. And hell, he even managed to give her left a gentle, loving squeeze. She was taking this all in stride, and like himself, he knew she'd been counting the minutes until the bandages and stitches would be coming off.
The door was just slightly ajar, and at the corner of his eye, Adam could swear he'd just seen a blur of blonde rush by. He didn't get a chance to see exactly who it was, however, so he thought it might be Trish. The petite blonde had been so worried for the both of them ever since the whole mess with Matt had started.
*
"I saw them," Torrie announced as she slipped into Matt's locker room.
"Good." This time, they didn't have to worry about being *too* discreet, as Matt had decided not to share a locker room with his brother for awhile. Jeff was just far too perceptive and would no doubt ask a million questions - the least probing of which about Torrie. After all, he and the blonde woman had never talked much prior to Adam and Amy's sickening display in the middle of the ring on the night they'd made their relationship public.
"And?" the dark-haired man asked.
"And... She was getting the bandages and stitches removed from her hands," Torrie answered. She refrained from saying more. The truth was, she really didn't see a point to what she and Matt were doing. It was wrong... It was dishonest, and she didn't feel right about spying on them. They were obviously in love and meant to be together. But Matt had this theory and needed her help, and the diva just couldn't say no to him. That worried her.
"Damn it... I still think *he* did something..." Matt suddenly muttered.
"What?" Torrie arched her brows, not comprehending his meaning.
Matt shifted his dark eyes on her blue, realizing for the first time that sice they'd started meeting like this, he'd never told her. He'd never shared what he'd found out from Amy after their spat in the catering room.
"You don't know, do you?" he asked, partially to himself. "She tried to kill herself."
Torrie's eyes widened in shock, her mouth flying open simultaneously. Only half of her reaction was due to the fact that Matt had such a matter-of-fact attitude in the way he'd announced such a thing.
"... She said she smashed her hands into the bathroom mirror in her hotel room."
"My God!"
"And it's all *his* fault!" Matt snarled, his temples beginning to throb as he thought of Adam Copeland. "That damn, no good bastard."
"B-but why is it *his* fault?" the blonde woman asked.
"He *drove* her to it!" Matt replied incredulously. "I know he did, and I'm not gonna let him get away with it!"
*
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Amy looked up into Adam's bright green eyes, her heart throbbing warmly at the extent of concern she saw within. He really and truly did love her so. It sent chills up her spine... And to think that two mere months earlier, she honestly hadn't thought he loved her.
"Baby, I'm *fine*." She followed his gaze as it trailed down to their clasped hands. He hadn't been holding hers too tightly out of fear he would hurt her. It caused a sharp loving pain in her heart. He was so very sweet. "My hands feel great," she continued, a small smile playing at her lips. She cocked her head as she spoke next. "And I'm going to show you just *how* great they feel when we get back to the locker room." She bit her lip almost shyly as she examined his handsome face for a reaction.
A grin tugged at the tall blond man's lips - one he couldn't contain even if his life depended on it.
Instead of responding verbally, the Canadian quickened his steps, and the redhead had to jog to keep up with his pace. And in no time, they were back in the locker room they were sharing.
The blond man kicked the door shut, nearly attacking her with his lips as he backed her against the door. His tongue slipped between her lips in an instant, kissing the breath from her. He groaned as she nearly sucked his tongue from his mouth, his desire increasing by the second.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked as he raised his head from hers, his voice low and husky. It had been awhile - not since that first time since she'd still had the bandages on her hands.
"God, yes..." Amy breathed. She reached up with her newly healed hand, pulling his head down to hers for another searing kiss. She whimpered as she felt him growing hard against her.
Hurriedly, Adam's fingers worked at her clothing, frantic in their task as he broke the kissing only long enough to remove the garments. He kissed her again, his lips even more demanding as he reached down to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. He kicked out of them, his shoes and socks following.
Amy moved her hands from his hair to his briefs, and he moaned as she fondled him before completely removing the underwear. Next went the blond man's shirt, and then he scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the couch. He growled as he laid her down, as not a moment later, her hands were again touching his most sensitive areas. She fisted his erection, yanking it pleasurably, her other hand going down to caress his testicles. God, she was driving him mad.
It didn't go on for too long, as she was moaning her further need for him. He grinned as he repositioned himself between her shapely legs. He lowered his head to crush his lips to hers in another breathtaking kiss, gripping his throbbing member at the same time - and then, in one fluid motion, he filled her completely.
"Sweet Christ..." he swore, his eyes closing for a moment at the feel of being so deeply seated within her.
It went on for awhile, and Adam was acutely aware of the redhead's small, graceful, newly healed hands gripping his back, massaging at the muscles. She slid them down to grip his buttocks, as though trying to pull him even more deeply inside of her, and it was so pleasurable, he couldn't stand it any longer. Fortunately, Amy beat him to the punch, as she was suddenly crying out, his name leaving her lips. He followed instantly, a loud moan escaping him as he collapsed against her as he came. God, it was intense. But their lovemaking had *always* been so intense and amazing.
"Wow..." he breathed afterward. Sweat was pouring off of him and down onto her, mingling with her own.
The redhead smiled sweetly up at him, hazel eyes still filled with a haze of passion.
"Mmm..." she murmured. "... I couldn't agree more."
Adam chuckled softly and leaned down to capture her lips in another soft kiss.