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*April 4, 2004*
Amy could hardly sit still as she glanced up at the wall clock. God, she was a wreck, full of nerves and anxiety. What was taking so long? She couldn't take much more of this waiting.
Letting out an audible sigh, the redhead rose and headed over to the nurse's station.
"Excuse me... I wanted to know how my fiance is doing? He went up to orthopedics about an hour ago."
"I'm afraid you're just going to have to wait," the woman replied disinterestedly. she looked back down at some papers on her desk.
Annoyed, Amy glared at the nurse. All she'd *been* doing was waiting! Damn it, she hoped it wasn't worse than they'd thought.
She and Adam had rushed to the emergency room several hours earlier, after the blond man had injured his left hand during his match at the houseshow. His agony had been more than evident as he'd completely stopped using the hand to execute any maneuvers. Most likely, it had been broken.
The redhead was exhausted, worried and irritated. They had sat in the E.R. for the longest time before someone had finally come to take Adam to get an X-ray. On top of everything else, she was hungry. She hadn't dared to even go to the hospital cafeteria out of fear that she would miss word of her fiance's condition. She supposed she was overreactng a wee bit, but she couldn't help it. Lately, it seemed Adam had a bad habit of injuring himself.
She was about to make her way to a vending machine halfway down the hall when she suddenly spotted him in the corner of her eye. He looked almost sheepish as he walked over to her, his left hand now adorning a strange red cast. As he neared her even more, she could see that a couple of his fingers were taped up as well.
Her eyes were filled with more than just concern, and he felt badly about that. Hell, he even felt embarrassed. Just about the only positive about this would be that Amy would make a huge fuss over him - and she always took such excellent care of him when he was injured or sick.
"It's broken," he admitted.
"Oh, Adam..." she said softly, sadly. She shook her head. "... Are you going to be able to wrestle?" She knew he had his first match, since making his comeback, on April eighteenth, at Backlash - against Kane, of all people. Lord knew, that wouldn't be easy as it was, but...
"I'll just have to work through it," the tall blond man replied.
"I guess I'm the designated driver for the next few weeks," the diva surmised. "Come on, let's go get some dinner."
*
They made their way back to the hotel less than an hour and a half later. Amy was relieved.
God, she was tired. It had been an exhausting evening, first with the houseshow and having a match, then later at the hospital.
Adam crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed and reached for the TV remote with his uninjured right hand. Flipping the set on, he turned toward her, as Amy shrugged out of her light jacket to sit beside him.
"I'm sorry I did this," he said softly, raising his broken left hand. He shook his head, his gaze lowering. "And with our wedding less than two weeks away." He thought it could be a bad omen if the redhead were unable to put the wedding band on his finger - even if it was only because of this injury. Damn it, he wanted April seventeenth to be absolutely perfect.
"Aww... It's all right, baby," the redhead said, softening. She moved over, closer to him, raising her head enough to press her moist, warm lips to his. The kiss started out soft and gentle, but it gradually grew more demanding. She nearly died as his good right hand was suddenly caressing her hair, her cheek, his tongue prodding more deeply into her mouth.
She grew suddenly more aggressive, pushing him down on his back with one hand but being careful so as to avoid coming into contact with his broken hand. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him.
Adam growled as she got on top of him, her lips hotter than before. Slowly, gently she reached down to undo his jeans. When he then reached for her shirt in response, he grew frustrated, as he only had use of his right hand.
"Poor baby," she crooned. There was a tiny smile on her face, yet a look of intense sympathy at the same time. She took hold of his left arm, surprising him as she very, very gently kissed the tips of his fingers exposed in the cast. Why was it that the gesture so melted his heart?
He watched her in anticipation as, a moment later, she raised the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Next, her hands fiddled with the button and zipper of his jeans, and he raised up off the mattress just enough to allow her to pull them, his boxers along with the denim, off.
Amy smiled as she cocked her head to one side, her gaze lingering on his body but focusing the most on his rigid member. However, instead of touching him just yet, she began to remove her own garments. She wanted to be fully unclothed with him, feel him skin-on-skin.
The blond man watched with desire as she removed her bra and panties in a hurry, loving the soft smile that adorned her face as she crawled up to him on all fours. God, she was driving him nuts here... He just wanted to grab her and do incredible things to her, make her scream out in pleasure.
The redhead wouldn't let him budge, however, as she straddled him, her hands coming down to caress his chest, her fingers dancing over his flesh. She leaned down to capture his lips in an unbelievably passionate kiss, which he eagerly returned, his breathing heavy by now. As it went on, he suddenly felt one of her small hands gripping him, and then she was suddenly all around him, impaled on his shaft.
She rode him with swift, regular strides, her head slightly back in her efforts, but she kept her hazel gaze locked on his forest green. It felt so amazingly good, him inside of her, and he was rock-hard. As it went on and on, she let out a moan as she felt herself very, very close.
Adam groaned and raised his good right hand to her left breast, instantly finding the nipple and rubbing at it. This only increased her pleasure and hurried it along, and in moments, the redhead was there, and she cried out loudly as she climaxed.
The blond man quickly followed suit, and he moaned, her name slipping from his lips as he emptied himself into her. The pleasure was so intense, it nearly knocked him out.
She stayed on top of him, keeping him still inside of her after it was over, loving the feel of his heartbeat against hers as she lay over him. She smiled, letting out a soft, satisfied chuckle as she felt his good hand in her sweaty hair, his lips pressing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Mmm... You sure know how to make a guy feel better."
She laughed as she gazed down into his emerald eyes. Then, she pressed her lips down on his,
the emotion between them nearly overwhelming her as they kissed again.