He pressed against her tightly, a soft, near-growl rumbling from deep in his throat as they kissed.  She let out a little sigh as his hands slid from around her waist and down to her buttocks, cupping them firmly.

He moved his hot lips from hers to her throat, nipping and sucking at it.  He made a conscious effort to be gentle about it - more gentle than he would have liked - because he couldn't leave any marks on her, as their relationship was still a secret from all but three people.

She pulled his head down to her a bit more, gently blowing into his ear and then nipping at the lobe.  He groaned with pleasure.  She sure knew what he liked.

He soon reversed it so that he was the one nibbling on her earlobe, and she sighed a bit louder.  He licked the soft, sensitive flesh behind her ear, eliciting a soft moan from the woman in his arms.  Then, he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and delicious.

"I need you, baby...right here and now..."

She gently pulled back to gaze up into his handsome face.  "We can't...not here...this is the women's locker room!"

"I know...I know..."  Adam's expression was on of vast disappointment as he glanced around quickly, as if searching for a spot in the room where they might be able to hide to have sex if any of the other divas happened to walk in.  There was none.

They'd been taking a big risk when he'd come to the locker room Amy was sharing with the rest of the divas.  While it wouldn't be any big deal if Trish Stratus were to walk in and see them, none of the other divas knew about them - therefore, it would be an awkward, hairy situation.  Ivory, Jacqueline, Molly Holly and Lillian Garcia had all stepped out for a bite to eat before RAW.  Debra now shared a locker room with her husband, Stone Cold Steve Austin, and Sara shared one with The Undertaker, her respective spouse - so they didn't have to worry about them.

"We could steal away to your locker room," the redhead suggested with a smile.

"That's all the way down the hall," the blond man complained.  "What if someone sees us going there together - and me with this?"  He grasped her hand and placed it against the crotch of his tight black leather pants.

Amy let out a soft, pleased gasp as she felt the huge, hard bulge.  She smiled as she lifted her gaze from it to Adam's green eyes.

"You are just so horny, aren't you?  Any time, any place, hmm?"  She bit her lip gently as she kept up the eye contact with him.

"Only with you," he said huskily, a gleam in his eyes.  His grin widened.  "That's what you do to me, babe..."

"Okay," she murmured breathlessly as he moved his face close to hers again, "go to your locker room...I'll meet you there in a minute."

"What if Jay's in there?"

"Get rid of him," the diva said as she moved her lips to his for a quick peck.

Adam held fast to her, not allowing just a peck, and he let his lips linger on hers, his tongue entering her mouth.  He felt her lips part beneath the force of his tongue and sucked eagerly, spiraling his tongue around hers.  God, he could never get enough of her.

Finally, he released her.  "See you in a minute," he said softly as he let go of her.

The redhead lifted a hand to wave at him, her body aching with the intensity between them.  The tall Canadian gazed at her longingly one last time before turning and slipping out the door.

When he was gone, Amy released a breath, wishing she had some cold water at hand with which to splash herself.  She had never been so uninhibited with a man as she had with Adam.  The passion and intensity between them was simply combustible.

After a moment had passed, the redhead quietly slipped from her locker room.  Biting her lip, she glanced around the hallway.  It seemed to be deserted.  She stealthily began to make her way down the hall to her boyfriend's locker room.

"Ames! There you are," a voice called out to her from behind.

Oh, no! Amy rolled her eyes heavenward as she stopped in her tracks, a feeling of utter disappointment coming over her.  Reluctantly, she turned to face the man.

"What is it, Matt?"  She knew she sounded impatient, and perhaps even annoyed, but damn it, she was!  She couldn't help it.

"I just wanted to go over that spot at the end of my match tonight," the dark-haired man said.  He was already dressed in his ring attire, his long hair damp.

"We've gone over everything a dozen times, Matt...I grab Trish, pulling her off the apron after she kissed you...The Big Show grabs me, pulling me into the ring, and then, when he makes a grab for you, I kick him downstairs.  Voile, end of match - because of my actions, you get disqualified."

Matt cocked his head to one side as he studied her.  "Are you all right?"

"Of course I am..."  Just horny, and you're preventing me from doing something about it, she thought.

"Okay...I'll let you go do whatever it was you were gonna do," Matt said.  He continued to stare at her almost speculatively for a beat.

Amy wondered exactly what her friend's reaction would be if he knew that what she was going to do was Adam.  She knew it wouldn't be in her favor.  "Okay, Matt...I'll see you a little later," she said with a quick smile.

"Later, Amy."  The elder Hardy trotted down the opposite end of the hallway.

Amy stood there for a moment, watching him disappear, glad he didn't turn back.  She realized he was on his way to the buffet room.  Then, she continued her way down the hall to the locker room in which Adam awaited.

The tall blond man instantly responded to her knock - their secret knock - and let her in.

"That wasn't a minute," he chastised in a soft voice as he locked the door behind her.

"Matt..." Amy said, and the single name was enough so that Adam understood.  The Canadian swept her up into his arms, pressing her up against the door.  She wrapped her legs around his waist, crying out softly as she felt he was still very hard.

Adam kissed her hard, his lips more demanding than before, and she kissed him back eagerly.  She felt his hand down between them as his other arm supported her weight.  Amy realized he was yanking down the zipper of his leather pants to free himself.  She reached down with one hand to stroke him, and he groaned with pleasure, closing his eyes momentarily.

He placed her on her feet for a moment, undoing her olive green cargo pants.  Amy let them slip down to her ankles, kicking out of them, and Adam's thumbs were instantly in her thong, yanking it down.  He lifted her up again, pressing her into the door once more, when she suddenly stopped him.

"Not against the door..."

Adam easily got her message.  In all his arousal and the urgency he felt to satisfy them both, he hadn't been thinking about all the noise they might make being up against the door.  Anyone passing by could hear them - actually, he didn't even care at the moment, but he knew she was right.  He swept her into his arms again, carrying her to the other side of the room, where he pressed her back up against the wall.  Her legs were clasped around his waist, and he plunged into her, letting out a sigh of relief as he began to push in and out of her.

Amy tilted her head back slightly, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.  She let out a soft sigh.  "Oh, God..."

They both came quickly, the redhead climaxing only a few seconds before Adam did.

Afterward, the blond still held her tightly, both their breathing still fast.  He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply.  Amy raised both hands to tangle into his long blond hair, then moved them so they were on either side of his face.  She gazed adoringly up into his beautiful eyes, and he smiled gently at her.

"I'd better let you get ready for your 'coronation ceremony,'" she said softly.  The night before, at the pay-per-view, Edge had won the King of the Ring tournament.  Tonight, on RAW, he was going to be presented with a trophy celebrating the victory by Commissioner William Regal and Tajiri, his "right-hand man."

"Mmm..." the Canadian uttered.  He didn't want to let her go and nuzzled her gently.  "Okay," he said softly, satisfied.  "I'll see you later."  As he zippered up his pants, the diva slipped her thong and pants back on.

She blew him a kiss from across the room, waving, a small smile on her face, before she unlocked the door and let herself out.

Adam waved back, sorry to see her go.  He couldn't wait until his match against Billy Gunn and Matt Hardy's match were over and done with later - because then he would have her all to himself for the rest of the night.