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Adam frowned as he suddenly realized a fight had broken out. He inched closer to the melee, squinting so as to get a better look...
... It was Lita. His eyes widened in shock and horror, and he made his brisk way over. However, it didn't seem to matter much, as it was all apparently over. The tall blond man caught a brief glimpse of Torrie Wilson sprawled on the club floor. The redhead had evidently made very quick work of her - and shockingly, Amy was now casually making her way to him.
"Shall we?" she said, her head cocked to one side, and she gestured toward the exit.
He stared at her in sheer amazement. What the heck was going on? She'd gotten in a fight with Batista's slut of a girlfriend and acted as though nothing had happened - as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Still, he'd wanted to get out of here since the moment they'd finished their set for the night, and no one seemed to be coming after Lita. On the contrary, people were giving all their attention to Torrie. The woman was apparently crying her eyes out over what had befallen her.
"Yeah - let's get the hell out of here," Edge agreed. Their equipment was safe, as they tended to store it here at the club.
The redhead hadn't brought a purse with her, instead opting on a miniature backpack, which she'd retrieved from backstage when they'd finished playing earlier in the night.
"Great." Adam offered her his arm, and Amy smiled as she accepted it. She linked her own arm through his and they made their way toward the exit.
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Edge looked at Lita with an incredulous expression on his face.
"You're just amazing, do you know that?"
The redhead looked up into his face with a slight grin as they continued walking.
"I try."
The tall blond man became silently thoughtful as they walked on. And after awhile, he wondered just exactly where they were going.
"Where are you taking me?"
The redhead smiled again, her hazel orbs twinkling merrily. She was sure in good spirits compared to how angry she'd been not much earlier.
"My place," she answered succinctly.
The tall blond man eyed her wordlessly, wonder coursing through him. She truly *was* amazing. He couldn't help but wonder exactly what she had on her beautiful mind. Somehow, he had a few ideas about it, but he didn't want to voice a word of them out of fear that he could actually be wrong - and then, he would have ruined any chance he might have had.
They didn't have too much farther to go, as, like himself, Lita lived within walking distance from In The Raw. She grabbed hold of his hand and started to run, tugging him along.
The tall blond man winced, and Lita noticed after about a block. Somehow, out here in the darkness of the night, she'd forgotten about the beating he'd gotten earlier.
"I'm *so* sorry, Adam," she apologized. She was actually embarrassed.
"No - it's okay, Amy," he assured her.
Fortunately, they were by now only a few steps away from her house. She gestured to it, and they continued hand-in-hand up the walk.
The moment they were inside, the redhead backed him against the door, her lips demanding as she craned her neck to claim his mouth.
Edge moaned. God, she was intense. He tangled his hands in her hair as he kissed her back fervently, his tongue wrapping around hers. Somehow, he knew things were only going to get even *more* intense. And he could hardly wait.
Lita eyed him with hot hazel orbs moments later, as she broke the kiss, reaching for his hand. She started walking backward, never bumping into anything as she pulled him along and to her bedroom.
He was absolutely mesmerized as the redhead led him down to the bed, his tongue coming out to lick his lips in anticipation of what was coming.
Her kisses were dizzying. He grabbed hold of her head, tilting it at a more suitable angle as her tongue plunged deep into his mouth. He felt the confines of his jeans becoming painful as he grew harder within, his erection thickening and pulsating. Lita certainly noticed as well as she quickly laid him back and went for the zipper and button.
The redhead smiled as she felt his hard-on through his briefs, touching, teasing. And then, she was removing the rest of his garments.
Adam moaned as she touched him, and even louder as he touched her. All of her own garments seemed to melt off, and then she straddled him to impale herself on his thickened, hardened member.
"Oh, God!" He put his head back, his eyes shutting tightly at the feel of her. God, it was perfect. She was so tight, and so wet, he thought he could just about die as she moved rapidly up and down over his length.
She suddenly cried out, arching her back above him as she came. Damn, she was beautiful. It seemed to go on and on, and Adam could take no more himself.
"Oh, God!" he shouted, his teeth clenching as he came. He held her down to him tightly, his lips seeking hers as he emptied into her.
Afterward, they laid there peacefully, Lita in the circle of his arms. It was the first night in a long time the blond man felt truly happy.