________________________________________________
Adam winced as the cool, wet paper towels were pressed against his face. God, it stung.
Lita winced as well, sympathy washing over her at the number Batista had done on the tall blond man. God, she didn't think she'd ever seen Dave quite so angry before. And that damned, fucking Torrie - the *whore*! Once she was through here, tending to Edge, she thought she very well might march right up to the platinum blonde and have a little chat with her. She couldn't imagine what had possessed the woman to shoot off her big mouth and tell Dave the truth.
Edge let out a pained groan as the cool towel hit a particularly sore spot. His left cheekbone definitely felt bruised. He felt a small, albeit painful cut in the area. Batista must have been wearing a ring.
"Shit..." he muttered. "... I was hoping it wouldn't have come to this."
"Me too," Amy agreed. She'd been plenty mad, and immeasurably hurt by what he'd done with Torrie, yet at the same time, she'd never wanted to see him get physically hurt. And if anyone was more than capable of putting a physical hurting on *anybody*, it was Dave Batista.
"Even so," the tall blond man said as he reached a hand up to his nose - the nosebleed had finally subsided. "This is all my fault." A look of sadness came into his face, all the way up to his emerald-green orbs. "Shit... I'm so sorry, Amy."
She shook her head, although the truth was, she felt somewhat touched by his apology. After all, they hadn't been a couple or anything.
"No... You really didn't do anything wrong," she protested. "It's not like you were my boyfriend or anything. *She's* the one who did wrong."
"Not true," Edge denied, a slight vehemence coming into his voice. "Damn it, if I hadn't been so stupid and jumped the gun about you and that O'Haire guy..."
The redhead's heart nearly stopped at the mention of Sean, and guilt plagued her. She felt so horribly about what had happened the previous night - but they had both acted incredibly rash.
"Not that I had any right to feel the way I did," Edge continued, his gaze piercing as he fixed it on hers. "But I never would have allowed anything to happen with that slut if I hadn't jumped to the wrong fucking conclusion."
Lita blinked wordlessly as she kept her gaze locked on his. God, if only he could know how she was feeling at that very moment.
"I know I definitely didn't know it, but... I really care about you, Amy. I care about you a *lot*."
The redhead's breath caught, and she felt her heart doing strange little pitter-patters in her chest. She paused in her task of gently patting his cheek with the wet paper towel, her hand staying on his moist face. He seemed to move even nearer to her, closer and closer still - until he closed the distance between them.
Edge pressed his lips to hers, softly at first, but then more firmly as she encircled her arms around his neck. He all but forgot about his pain as they kissed, her sweetness intoxicating him. He deepened the kiss as he tilted his head to one side, his tongue darting into her mouth almost tentatively at first. When she didn't pull back or recoil, but responded in kind with her own tongue, he moaned, pressing his body flush to hers. He could hardly think at this point, as his body took over, took control. She was doing a spectacular job of taking away his pain.
The redhead let out a muffled moan as the tall blond man's arms banded more securely around her waist, tugging her body against his. She felt slightly dizzy at the feel of his growing, hardening excitement pressed against her. Oh, God...
Adam pulled away abruptly, his breathing fast and heavy, as was Amy's. His heart was pounding uncontrollably. God, he wanted her.
But he wouldn't take her right here and now. He wouldn't treat her as a random fuck in this dingy little club bathroom. No... He valued her far more than that. Despite himself, he actually felt his face burning bright red.
"What's wrong?" Amy asked tentatively. She didn't know why, but she couldn't help the insecure feelings that suddenly came over her.
"Nothing you should worry your beautiful self about," Edge replied. He raked a hand through his mass of long golden hair, his unease dissipating as he met her hazel eyes. He smiled and explained. "I want you, Amy - I know you obviously *know* that after..." He glanced down, noting when he looked back up that the young woman was blushing. "... But I want to do things the *right* way. I want to make love to you... but I want the atmosphere and surroundings to be just right."
Pleasant chills rippled up and down Lita's spine. She thought she could just about lose herself in this beautiful man and his gorgeous green eyes. And his sweet words just about melted her, reducing her to a puddle.