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Chris Jericho gazed down into the chocolate-brown eyes of his girlfriend, Trish Stratus. The two were dancing close in one another's arms on the dance floor in the reception hall, where they'd been for the last hour or so. Truth be known, his feet were beginning to hurt, but he knew how much the little blonde bridesmaid loved dancing.
His discomfort was suddenly temporarily forgotten as he caught sight of the couple of the hour returning. The bride and groom had gone missing in action for the better part of at least forty-five minutes. A smirk crossed Chris' lips as he kept his gaze on the two.
"Chris?" Trish's face grew confused, and she reached up to gently touch a lock of his golden-blond hair. "What are you looking at?"
Jericho's smirk deepened, and he gave a nod of his head in the direction in which he was staring. Trish, not exactly the most diplomatic person around, turned to glance over her shoulder and saw Adam and Amy making their way back into the reception hall. Both looked somewhat disheveled, the redhead's hair slightly undone, the Canadian's ponytail gone and his long blond hair loose and mussed. They appeared to be trying their best not to draw attention to themselves as they went right back to the dance floor several feet away.
"Oh... my God," Trish quipped, turning back to eye her boyfriend with amusement. "Those little devils... Couldn't even wait for their wedding night!" Her voice was slightly above a whisper, and a few people close by turned to openly stare at her. She raised a hand to her mouth, as though she'd said too much.
"Why don't we have a little fun with them?" Chris said mischievously. There seemed to be a gleam in his clear blue eyes as he danced the blonde woman through other dancers and over toward the newlyweds.
Adam and Amy seemed to be completely oblivious as they danced in time with the music, the tall blond man's arms securely wrapped around the redhead's narrow waist. The bride's arms were up and clasped around her husband's surgically repaired neck, and they were gazing at one another. But they didn't fool Jericho. He cleared his throat - loudly.
The Copelands both looked up simultaneously. Chris didn't fail to miss the slight blush tinging Amy's cheeks bright red. She knew... She knew he and Trish knew what they'd been up to.
"Oh, hey, Chris... Hey, Trish," the tall blond man said. He, on the other hand, wasn't blushing at all.
"Hey... Where've you two been?" Jericho asked, the corner of his mouth arching up in another smirk. He glanced quickly down into Trish's face and saw that his girlfriend was biting her lip in an attempt to keep from laughing. The little blonde diva had never been one to have much of a poker face.
"Nowhere," Adam replied quickly. "Well... *here*."
"Don't hand me that, Junior," the other blond man said. He gestured with one hand toward Jay and Nora, who were dancing clear across the dance floor from all of them. "Those two might be completely in the dark, but we *know* you snuck out on your own wedding reception." He seemed about to laugh as he continued. "And we *know* what you were doing."
"Oh, God..." Amy said softly, ducking her head onto Adam's shoulder in embarrassment.
"Was she saying that a lot, Adam?" Chris asked unabashedly, and Trish gave him a punch in the shoulder for his troubles.
"Chris!"
By now, Jericho was laughing softly. He couldn't help himself. Thankfully, Adam wasn't giving him a murderous look so much as a shocked one.
"You horny devil," the shorter man muttered. He gave his friend a smack in the shoulder. "Way to go."
Trish stopped dancing long enough to grab her boyfriend's hand and steer him away. For that, Amy was most glad. She was still burning bright red with embarrassment. She knew someone would end up noticing they were gone. And Adam hadn't bothered to put his ponytail back in, nor had she bothered to try to fix her hair, even though she'd known she'd never be able to put it back the way Dawn Marie had done it.
"Are they gone yet?" she asked, her face still burrowed in his shoulder.
"Yeah, they are."
The redhead reluctantly raised her head and tried to refrain from looking for Trish and Chris. She knew Jericho would probably laugh again, anyway. Damn it, she knew she was being silly, and she was far from a prude or a virgin, but she just couldn't help it.
"God, that was mortifying."
Adam suddenly grinned at her.
"Why?" He moved his face closer to hers, his forest-green eyes fixed on her hazel.
"Just because..."
The blond man moved in even closer to her, laughing softly as he nuzzled her.
"You're so cute," he said softly. "Did you know that?"
She didn't answer him but instead leaned into his touch as though forgetting her embarrassment. God, did she love him. She raised one hand to place it in his long blond hair, caressing the soft golden strands.
"And know this," Adam continued as his lips neared hers. "What happened up there before is nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you *later*." His eyes sparkled with lust and mischief, his grin widening.
Amy laughed and pulled his head those last few centimeters closer to her, sealing her lips on his in a searing kiss.