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Amy shuddered as she recalled the segment she'd done only a short time earlier. She hated this ridiculous interaction. Why would the fans even buy a Lita and Matt Hardy reunion now, after he'd been such a bastard toward her for so long? She hadn't minded the part of the segment involving Glen Jacobs - but that had been out in the ring, where the big man had been able to keep an eye on both of them. Backstage had been a different story. She knew she wasn't the best actress, but damn it, she'd had to feign concern and care for Matt. And he'd done the same for her for the sake of the storyline, insisting she stay away from the ring and the physical action due to her pregnancy.
The redhead pushed all that from her mind as she watched her husband's match. Adam was facing Randy Orton for the Intercontinental championship. While she knew there was no way he would be winning, damn how she wished she could be out there in his corner, rooting him on. It was too strange... After SmackDown, and after the tall blond man had run out to her aid during the Highlight Reel when Matt had appeared to bother her several months back, there had never been any explanation... No explanation had been made at all, or any closure given to the Lita and Edge relationship, and that disturbed her like she couldn't believe.
She settled into the plush leather couch as she continued to watch the match. Adam and Randy worked damn well together, and she thought this was very probably going to be the match of the night.
After several minutes, the redhead realized she was thirsty. She wanted to go and grab herself a bottle of water, yet at the same time, she didn't want to budge from her spot. She didn't want to miss a second of her husband's match.
Amy sat there, rapt, ignoring the slight parchness of her tongue, when she got the surprise and shock of her life - Edge hit the spear on the self-proclaimed Legend Killer and got the three-count! The Canadian was the new Intercontinental champion!
"My God!" she exclaimed, a happy grin coming to her face in an instant. She couldn't believe it. How had this happened? How could it be possible? There was no way in hell that Eric Bischoff would have come up with such an idea. And she wondered why Adam hadn't told her he would be winning - because certainly, *he* knew beforehand! Though she reminded herself that the very first time he'd won the title, it had been a complete surprise and a last second decision.
This was wonderful! She felt her heart bursting with joy and love for the blond man, her spirits soaring. She was in a great mood all of a sudden. She watched his celebration in the ring as he showed the gold to the crowd, his hand up and displaying all five fingers - yes, he was the IC champ for the fifth time - and she couldn't be happier. She rose and headed for the door, her gaze following back toward the television monitor as she edged her way out. She was going to meet him at Gorilla.
Not two minutes after she arrived there, he appeared beyond the curtain, sweaty, his long blond hair soft and flowing, the gold belt strung over his houlder. His gaze found her in an instant, and that amazing grin made her just about melt.
Amy let out a small, soft laugh as she rushed to him, the tall blond man sweeping her up into his arms. He hugged her, swinging her a little before he set her back on her feet.
"I did it," he said breathlessly, then his lips sought hers.
She cupped her hand against his cheek, savoring the feel and taste of his lips and tongue. The moment the kiss broke, she spoke, keeping his face close to hers.
"Yes, baby - you did it! But I don't believe it! You didn't tell me you were winning the title!" she chastised playfully.
"I didn't know until earlier myself," he explained. They clasped hands as they began to walk toward his locker room. "And I wanted to keep it a surprise to cheer you up."
"Well, it worked," she laughed.
He grinned.
"I knew it would."
By now, they'd reached the blond man's locker room. The moment they entered, Adam had hardly just put his newly won, shiny gold belt down before Amy was all over him, one of her small hands roaming his body as she used the other to pull his head down to hers for a passionate, demanding kiss.
The Canadian kissed her back with an intense fervor, noting how, in seconds, he was already hard. God, he wanted her.
The redhead practically purred as she felt him throbbing against her, his desire all too evident.
"Mmm... I want you, Adam. That's how I want to celebrate."
He chuckled softly as he gazed down into her warm hazel eyes, which had grown hot with lust. In a haste, he began to strip her of her shirt, plucking the bra from her as well. At the same time, her hands were fumbling with the waistband of his tights, her fingers brushing over his hard-on in the process and causing him to moan loudly.
In no time, he had her pants off as well, and the moment she kicked them away, he hooked his thumbs into her panties and slid them down. His fingers sought her, finding her very wet, and he moaned yet again.
Merely freeing himself, he gently pushed her up against the wall, leaning down somewhat to her level, and guided his way to her entrance. With a single thrust, he slid inside, his breath leaving him in a hurry.
Amy moaned at the sensation, her head spinning with pleasure as he easily and effortlessly pushed in and out of her. Her hormones were skyrocketing lately, so, if anything, sex had gotten even better for her - and it had always been so amazing with Adam to begin with.
It didn't take longer than a few minutes before the redhead felt those delicious stirrings of orgasm hitting her. Colors swam behind her eyelids as she gave in, letting out a cry as she came.
The blond man was dripping with sweat as he grunted, thrusting even faster so as to keep her pleasure going and to reach his own utmost peak. It was so intense, he felt as though he might pass out. Then, finally, he swore through his clenched teeth and let go, spilling himself into her.
Exhausted, Adam lowered his head onto Amy's breasts, his breath still coming in short, fast gasps. He smiled, fully sated, as he felt his wife's hands caressing his sweaty blond hair.
She pulled his head up just enough to meet his lips with her own. Following the tender kiss, they
gazed into one another's eyes, no words necessary. All the love they held for each other was clearly
shining through.