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*April 18, 2003 - Backlash*
Amy was exhausted as she made her way to the backstage area with Lisa Marie Varon. The two had just gotten through what the redhead considered a terrific Women's title match. She'd lost, and the raven-haired woman had retained the championship, and afterward, they'd both been attacked by Molly Holly and Gail Kim, but she considered it a success nonetheless.
"Nora doesn't know her own strength," Amy remarked, one hand pressed against the small of her back. The brunette had tossed her into the turnbuckles - hard. She'd sold it well, but it hadn't been difficult, given the force with which she'd been thrown into the corner.
"That's so true," the other diva said, shaking her head. "Good work out there, Amy." Lisa Marie grabbed hold of her arm. "Are you going to be okay?"
Amy nodded.
"I'm fine. Thanks," she said with a smile. She looked up to catch sight of Adam just by gorilla position. Her husband was watching her intently, a small measure of concern on his handsome face. "I'll catch up with you later, okay?"
The Women's Champion nodded, smiling as she took in the look in her friend's eye. It was beyond obvious how very much Amy adored Adam, and she found it sweet. She offered the tall blond man a smile as she passed him by to make her way back to the women's locker room.
"Hey," he said as his wife came over to him. His hand snaked up to stroke her red locks affectionately. "Great match." He lowered his head to capture her lips, and Amy felt herself melting as they kissed. He still managed to make her go all weak in the knees.
"Thanks," she said with a smile afterward. "No title win again just yet, but hey... I think we did a good job out there."
Adam chuckled.
"*You* did the good job, you mean."
Amy swatted at his chest playfully. Yeah, she *did* job, but he was right - it was a good one.
He took hold of her hand, entwining his long fingers with hers as they walked together down the hall.
"How are you doing?" she asked.
"Excited - but a little nervous, I have to admit," the tall blond man responded. "Hell, this is going to be my first match in over a year. How can I *not* be nervous?"
His wife bit her lip gently as some mischievous thoughts came into her head. She cocked her head and smiled up at him.
"Nervous, huh? Well, I have just the thing for that," she purred. "I'll loosen you up." She tugged him along by the hand, hurrying her step as they continued in the direction of their locker room.
He didn't say a single word, instead opting to eye her with amazement. She'd been absolutely insatiable the last couple of nights - and he *loved* it.
They made it to the locker room within a moment, and Adam kicked the door shut behind them. Then, grinning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her against him. The redhead was more than eager and willing, and she stood on her tiptoes for a better angle at his lips, her arms clasping around his neck. She was tired from her match, and all sweaty and needed a shower, but she wanted to do this for him first.
"Mmm..." the blond man murmured, loving the sensation of her hot, slick tongue prodding into his mouth. He was already turned on and wanting her. He held her firmly against him as they kissed even more passionately.
Amy pulled back after a few minutes, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. She moved one hand around to his face, her forefinger tracing over his cheek and jawline, and then she moved that hand lower, much lower.
The blond man's breath was nearly lost as she touched him so intimately, his eyes closing. And then, he felt her moving down his body, her hands working at the zipper of his jeans. He dared to open his eyes just as she had the pants undone, and she was touching him. She was on her knees, her gaze as gentle as her touch as she whipped him out. His breathing grew heavier, and he waited, the anticipation getting the best of him. And then...
... A knock suddenly sounded on the door at his back. *Damn* it!
Amy was back up on her feet in a split second, her face looking flustered as she met his green eyes. Talk about rotten timing. Adam looked annoyed, to say the least, as he put himself back in his pants and zippered them up. And he looked uncomfortable, even pained, to say the least.
"Who is it?" he asked, his voice tinged with annoyance. Whoever had had the nerve to interrupt them at such an inopportune moment was going to pay for it.
"Eric Bischoff," came the answer.
The tall blond man faced his wife for a beat, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. Then, turning back toward the door and keeping himself mostly hidden behind it, he opened it to the General Manager.
"Yes?" he asked, not masking his impatience.
"Ahh, there you are," the man said, all but ignoring Adam as he caught sight of the redhead just beyond the door. "I need to talk to you in my office - now."
Amy shifted her hazel gaze to her husband's suspicious green eyes. It seemed that the GM wanted to talk to her all the time, and she wondered what this was about. She glanced back at the man and nodded.
"Okay." She inched toward the door, glancing back over her shoulder at her husband. "I'll be back soon. Have a good
match if I don't see you beforehand." She placed a quick kiss on his lips, then backed off, giving him an apologetic
look before following Bischoff to his office.