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*Present time*
Amy sighed and gave in to the feeling. She stretched out more on the bed upon which she was sprawled, her every sense alive and heightened as he placed kisses all over her, on her most intimate places.
She was in heaven. God, was it wrong for this to feel so good? She certainly didn't think so. She reached down for him, her fingers burrowing in his silky blond hair as she pulled his face to hers, kissing him into oblivion. His tongue spiraled arounder hers, making her toes curl and making her head spin in mind-blowing passion. Oh yes... Oh, God, she was ready for this. She was more ready for this, for him, than she'd been for anything in all her life.
In one swift thrust, he filled her completely, causing her to let out a moan and throw her head back. She bit her lip, her eyes closing slowly as she felt herself adjust to his size, her walls gripping him tightly enough that he let out a growl. He was so big, so hot, and so thoroughly rugged and masculine.
She'd never had it like this before. Never had sex been as wanton and uninhibited as it was with this man. It was hot and wet and erotic and intense... Yet, at the same time, it was sheer emotion and feeling, and she'd never been made love to like this.
"Mmm... oh, God... oh... God...!" she moaned, her brow furrowing with the intensity of the orgasm she felt hitting her. She arched her hips, trying desperately to hold onto the sensations, and it grew still stronger, so delicious that she felt a scream bubbling forth.
Amy writhed a bit as she lay there, her breath coming in short, fast gasps. God, it felt *so* good. She reached blindly up, trying to hold him still closer, to pull him even deeper inside of her, and that was when she knew... She opened her eyes, and the reality of it all hit her like a ton of bricks...
... He wasn't here.
She felt tears pricking her eyes as she came awake, her lips slightly parted as she still breathed heavily. Jay was laying silent and still as a stone as he slept at her right side, the only movement from him the visible rising and falling of his chest as he breathed. He was sound asleep, had not heard all the noise she'd made in her sleep, nor woken up as a result of her restless motions during the dream. But she could still feel the remnants of the orgasm she'd had in her sleep... The feel of Adam's hands and lips all over her skin... The feel of him thrusting deep within her, making her feel things she'd never felt to such an extent in her entire life.
She raised a hand to her mussed red hair, rubbing it down to her face. She was in shock. The dream had felt *so* real. She could still feel him. And never once in her life had she ever climaxed in her sleep until now. She never would've thought it possible.
Amy rubbed at her eyes as she sat there, her knees drawn up to her chest. She couldn't help but feel so empty, so alone. Sure, she was married to Jay now. She loved Jay, she really did. But he wasn't *Adam*. She'd thought she'd gotten over the tall blond man, had moved on when she'd started seeing his best friend. What a fool she'd been to think that. After all, she'd felt a myriad of emotions swirling through her the night of the wedding, when they'd shared that dance. God, how she'd never wanted those moments to end.
She felt more tears coming as she recalled the look in his green eyes, on that handsome face as he'd gazed down at her. She'd felt *so* good in his arms, loving the way those strong arms held her, his large hands gripping her waist. She'd felt like she could drown in those deep pools of green as he'd drank her in. He'd appeared on the verge of saying something while they'd been dancing, but he hadn't. Still now, she wondered what he'd wanted to say.
Sighing, she rolled over and laid back down on the bed. She again glanced over at Jay, his back facing her as he continued to sleep so soundly. Earlier that night, they'd made love, but even that hadn't been as intense as what had occurred between Adam and herself in the dream. And somehow, she sensed that, if they were ever to get together for real, it would be tenfold more exciting and wonderful than that. And yet again, that horrible emptiness consumed her, clutching her in its tight, cold fist and squeezing her within.
Her tears flowed freely as she desperately hoped to fall back asleep before Jay woke up. The last thing she wanted was for him to question her.
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She was backstage at RAW, her stomach doing nervous little flips and flops as she finished dressing in the women's locker room. Her gaze swept over the room, passing over the other divas present, and then she stopped as she glanced at Trish Stratus, the little blonde smiling as she spoke on her cell phone.
Trish was the diva she was closest to, and Amy couldn't help but feel envious of her. The blonde woman had it all because she was with the man whom she knew without a shadow of a doubt had been truly meant for *her*. And Chris Jericho positively *adored* her. The two had first gotten together two years earlier and had been inseperable ever since.
Amy felt a twinge as she kept her eyes on Trish, who was talking with her boyfriend. It didn't matter that they happened to be in the same building - Chris had a tendency to call Trish while she was away from him, and the little blonde reveled in it. Theirs was truly a love she wished she could find.
The redhead sighed and ran a hand through her long hair. The thing was, she *did* love Jay. She knew she did, as the blond man was very sweet and caring and attentive toward her. Shortly after she and Matt had broken up, and after Adam and Torrie had gotten married, she'd been so down, she'd nearly fell into a fit of depression. Jay had come her way and picked her up, lifted her spirits like no one ever had previously. She loved him for that. He'd basically saved her.
Amy noticed when Trish ended her call, a smile still brightening the blonde's face. And then, the shorter woman turned her way, and their eyes met. The grin slowly left the Canadian diva's face as she realized the redhead looked so unhappy. She headed her way.
"Hey... What's up?"
The redhead sighed and averted her gaze.
"Nothing... nothing at all, Trish. I'm just... tired."
Trish arched a brow, a frown coming to her face. She knew Amy better than most anyone, and she knew her friend was lying.
"Do you want to talk or anything?" she offered. She knew something was wrong, although she couldn't begin to guess what that might be.
Amy shook her head.
"No, I'm okay. It's okay," she insisted. A hand flew up to her brow as she suddenly felt hot. "I think I just need some air. Excuse me, Trish."
Before the blonde woman could say a single word in protest, Amy turned and made a beeline for the door, letting herself out. She closed the door behind her, leaning against it, her breath coming out in a long 'whoosh' as she raised her eyes heavenward. If only it were that easy and she could talk to her friend. It would make her feel so much better, yet at the same time, would only make things worse. How could she ever explain?
She turned from the women's locker room and started down the hallway. She couldn't help hoping that Jay wouldn't happen to be wandering the area and catch her looking as upset as she knew she must appear. She really didn't feel she had the strength to make up some lame excuse to explain why she was so unhappy.
Amy continued walking, slowly, at a comfortable pace and doing just what she'd told Trish she needed to do - get some air - when she suddenly spotted him...
He was standing a ways down the hallway, his back toward her as he was currently engaged in something. It looked like he was fumbling with something as he stood there.
Her breath caught in her throat as she stood there and stared at his back, at his long blond hair spilling over his shoulders. Why had he always had such an effect on her? It was as though she were mesmerized. She blinked, shaking her head somewhat as she raised her left hand up to her face.
'I'm married...' she reminded herself. '... and to his *best friend*.' She glanced over the engraved gold wedding band and engagement ring adorning her ring finger, examining the generously-sized diamond on the latter. Still, her gaze returned to him, and she lowered her hand.
Suddenly, he turned around, catching her gaze immediately. Amy sucked in a breath, her heart thumping like mad. Damn it, she couldn't believe this was happening. She still felt the same... She was still in love with him.
"Hey..." he said softly as he approached her. He cocked his head as he noticed the strange expression on her face. He wondered what was wrong. "Ames?" The blond man reached out to touch her arm, and she dropped her gaze to his hand on her before looking back up into those forest-green depths.
"Adam..."
"Are you all right?" he asked, a look of concern now dominating his handsome face. The first thing he'd noticed was how very beautiful she looked, but then, he'd always taken full notice of that. But she looked so... strange. He knew something was wrong, and it worried him.
She shook her head, finding it somehow difficult to find her voice.
"I don't know... I think-" She glanced around the area quickly, her heart still hammering in her chest. God,
if Jay were to happen by... She must be crazy to even think the thoughts that were running through her mind,
but... "-I... I think we need to talk..."