She turned over and reached out for Adam, frowning and opening her eyes as her hand only made contact with the mattress and not his warm body.  He wasn't there.

The redhead sat up and glanced toward the open door of the bathroom, realizing he wasn't in there because the light was off.  She turned toward the window, and that was when she saw him.

The blond man was standing in front of the window, gazing out beyond the mostly drawn curtains.  His back was to her, so she couldn't see his face, but he was so still.

Amy rose from the bed, practically shivering as she made her way to him.  She crossed her arms over her chest, her nipples becoming erect with the cold.  It seemed as though the air conditioner was on full-blast.  As the redhead neared the mechanism, she saw that was indeed the case.  Hurriedly, she set it a few notches lower before turning back to Adam.

She stood beside him for a moment, gazing out the window to where his eyes were so focused before he finally spoke.

"It's all my fault, you know..."

"What?"  She turned to gaze up at his profile, all her comprehension gone for the moment.

"Everyone is suffering because of Levesque's actions..."  The blond man turned his head to gaze at her, his emerald eyes so full of anguish that Amy's heart nearly broke.  "...it's all my fault..."

"Oh, baby..." she began, reaching out to put her arms around him.  When he turned around, she snuggled against him, then pulled back to gaze up into his worried handsome face.  "Don't think like that!  It is not your fault..."  She reached up and placed one hand on his chin, gently turning his head so that he faced her, as he'd suddenly averted his eyes from hers.

"Listen to me..." she said firmly.  "...you are not responsible for the actions of that lunatic.  No one blames you for what has been happening because of exactly that."

Adam gazed down into her hazel eyes intensely, and he swallowed hard, counting his lucky stars that he had her.  They complemented one another perfectly, and when one was down, the other picked them up.  They fit naturally with and into each other to a T, like pieces of a puzzle.  My God, what would he ever do without her?

Wordlessly, the tall Canadian reached out with one hand, gently placing his fingertips on her face.  He tenderly ran his hand over her her cheek, her nose, lips and eyelids, her eyes closing as he ran his fingers over the lids.  He thought that if it wasn't for her, he would have really lost it by now.  She kept him sane.  He was so stressed out by all of the unthinkable events of the past few days.  He knew that if it weren't for this woman, he would have already done something incredibly stupid and reckless - maybe even life-threatening.  Sucking in a deep breath, he pulled her against him, hugging her so tightly he was afraid he might smother her.  He rubbed his cheek against the top of her head, her auburn hair soft against his skin.

"Angel...oh, God, baby...I love you..."

"I love you, too, Adam..."  Her voice was soft but intense as she pulled back to gaze into his eyes.  She wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck, pulling his head down to hers for a kiss.

Adam kissed her fervently, and the intensity between them was so deep he could have cried.  He lowered his head from her demanding lips to her breasts, kissing the tops of them, which peeked out over the top of her lowcut shirt.  He dipped his tongue between them in her cleavage, and she moved her hands so that one was at the hem of the tank top, pulling at it, the other going low to fondle him through the boxers he'd worn to bed.

He let out an audible sigh as he felt her hand on him.  He loved her.  He wanted her.  He needed her.  Their lips met again, and he groaned in her mouth as she tugged on the waistband of his boxer shorts.  In a haste, he lifted her up into his arms, their lips never breaking the kiss, and carried her to the bed.

He lay her down, and she reached up for him again, seeking his lips with her own, her hands again grabbing at the waistband of his boxers.  He moved a bit so as to help her get them off of him, and then they kissed again, both of them nearly breathless as they consumed one another.  He yanked at her tank top, and they broke their kiss so he could remove it.  Then, he turned his attention to her thong, grabbing it and pulling it almost roughly off of her.  He felt as though he might go mad if he weren't inside of her in the next few seconds.

She turned over so that her back was to him, and Adam lowered himself to her, a soft moan escaping him as he eased his way into her.  Oh, God... She was very wet and very ready for him.  He began with slow thrusts, managing to move his face close to hers to kiss her as she turned her head just enough for their lips to meet.

He began to push in and out of her body more rapidly, and he prayed she would beat him to climax first, because he was dangerously close to coming at any moment.  Fortunately, he got his wish.

"Oh, Adam...Adam!"  Amy's voice was laced with ecstasy as she cried out, and she reached one arm behind her.  He grasped her hand with one of his, giving it a loving squeeze as he too came.  He moaned as he began to release himself into her, lowering his head to gently nip at her right shoulder.  He placed soft kisses on the nape of her neck as the last pleasurable spasms went through him, then, after a moment, he withdrew to lay beside her.

He gazed lovingly into her eyes, and she smiled gently, reaching one hand over to tenderly caress his cheek.  Afterward, he pulled her closer for a sweet, passionate kiss.

*

Paul Levesque smirked as he watched them.  Although the bastard Copeland had no clue, he had seen the tall blond man standing by the window of the third floor hotel room.  He'd seen the Dumas bitch as well, when she'd approached her damned boyfriend by the window.

He was sitting in his new rental car, complete with tinted windows.  He was parked directly across the street, facing the side of the hotel that within, luckily, the couple happened to be esconced.  That was no accident or coincidence, as he'd found out what room they were staying in.

Paul had taken an interested notice when Copeland and the redhead had moved from the window after kissing like there was no tomorrow.  Actually, if everything went according to his plan, there wouldn't be a tomorrow for the Canadian.

An evil smile spread across his face as he realized that the bastard must have been fucking the red-haired bitch.

Yeah, Levesque thought cruelly, have fun while you can, asshole...fuck her brains out, because your time on this earth is limited...

An hour later, Paul was speeding off on a main road after having spoken to a guy on the phone who would hook him up with something he'd been wanting to get for awhile.  His face broadened into a wicked grin.  He would be evening up the odds very soon.  If this guy was as reliable as he'd heard, his biggest problem would no longer be in his hair - and he would have a lot less to worry about...