Amy had quite a great match that night, teaming up with Trish Stratus, their opponents Ivory and Mighty Molly.

Adam smiled as he watched the ending - as Lita scored the win with a moonsault on the veteran brunette.  Afterward, the redhead enveloped her friend and tag partner in a tight hug.

He had no match for the night himself, as he was getting a break after last night's Intercontinental ladder match - which he had won - against Jay.  Both blond Canadians had been battered in the match, Jay coming out worse for wear than he had.

Adam had a spot on the show in which he would be conversing with Kurt Angle in the arena hallway - and then, Rhyno would gore him into a steel door, setting up a match between his Olympian friend and the ManBeast.

The tall blond man was alone in his locker room, as Jay wasn't around that evening - his best friend was home for a couple of days, recovering from the after-effects of their ladder match.

Adam perked up as he Matt Hardy suddenly appeared on the TV monitor's screen, the man stepping into the women's locker room, calling for Lita.  Instead, he found Trish, who was topless, a towel held up to her chest.  As the blonde told him she was about to take a shower, Matt stared after her.

The moment Trish disappeared, the redhead entered the room, surprised to see the elder Hardy - who covered effectively by claiming he'd been looking for her.  After a small conversation, Matt invited the fiery diva to a shared shower, which caused Adam's eyebrows to raise in surprise.  He hadn't known about this part of the script, and he wasn't so sure he liked hearing about his girlfriend showering with another man - even if it was all pretend.

Adam ran his hand through his hair as he stood up, taking one last glance at Amy's image on the screen.  He thought she looked so alluring in her black fishnet top and olive green cargo pants, her red thong showing.  He'd wanted to do things with and to her earlier that night, when she'd first gotten dressed, but she'd pushed him away, as there hadn't been enough time.

The Canadian tried to push away the delicious thoughts penetrating his mind.  He had to go out there to do his spot with Kurt Angle - so it would be a good idea to temporarily rid himself of his sensual thoughts about Amy.

*

Amy winced as she and Trish watched Rhyno savagely gore Edge into a steel door in the arena hallway.  Although she was certain the bulky man had tried his best to be as gentle as possible, she still knew that gore had to have hurt.  For crying out loud, the previous night, her boyfriend had been in a grueling ladder match.  The last thing he needed was further battering.

A few minutes later, she left the locker room and Trish and went to Adam's locker room.  Raising a hand to knock, she glanced around to make sure Matt wasn't lurking nearby.

Without a word, the tall Canadian pulled Amy into the room by her arm, shutting and locking the door behind her.

"Are you all right?" she asked, her hazel eyes full of concern.

"I'm fine," he replied, a soft smile on his face.  He recalled how very frantic she'd been when he'd suffered that nasty cut under his eye a month before at Unforgiven - she'd been crying, which had surprised him, especially since she herself had sustained the exact same injury - oddly in the same exact place, under her left eye - at the Survivor Series last year.  It had been then that he'd realized exactly the depth of her feelings, how very much she cared for him.  The same look was in her eyes right now - and it warmed his heart.

The redhead was still clad in the outfit she'd worn to the ring less than half an hour earlier, and now the naughty thoughts Adam had been having returned to combine with the tenderness he felt toward her.  He pulled her tightly against him, ducking his head and moving his face closer to hers, their lips only inches apart.

"Well, well, well...what have we here?" he said with a soft chuckle.  "We've got this entire locker room to ourselves tonight..."

She smiled as she gazed up into his green eyes, noticing how the colors within were shifting - which tended to happen whenever he was aroused.  Not that she needed to see his eyes to know this, though - she felt it against her hip.

"So, we have..."

Adam grinned before placing his lips on hers.  He kissed her hungrily, his hands roaming over her back, hair, the swell of her hips and her buttocks.  She kissed him back and lowered one hand to the crotch of his black leather pants.  As she fondled him, the blond had to lift his head and let out a soft moan.  Just by touching him through his pants, she drove him wild.

He groaned a moment later when the redhead suddenly pulled away, gently breaking out of his embrace.  He was about to protest, but she suddenly lifted her shirt up over her head, letting it drop to the floor.

"You know, ever since my spot with Matt earlier - the shower thing - I can't seem to clear my mind of that..." she revealed, a slightly impish smile on her lovely face.  "I would love a shower right now - with you..."

Adam grinned as he stepped closer to her, kissing her ardently as he began undoing her bra.  When it slipped down her arms, she tugged at the edges of his green T-shirt, and he helped her remove it from him.

Amy let out a soft gasp as she reached to unbutton his pants, and he followed her hands with his own and unzippered them, pushing them away.  As he stepped out of them, he reached over and undid her cargos, slipping his fingers into her thong when they fell to her ankles.

The tall blond slid his hands up to her bare breasts, pressing his lower body against her.  She pulled at his briefs, and he moved her hands away to remove them, then instantly went for her thong.

They were both completely naked, and Adam lowered his head to kiss the redhead again.  She sighed in his hot mouth as he slid his tongue deep into her moistness, lowering his hands down between them, finding her.  Her breathing began to quicken, and Adam was unable to wait to get to the shower.  He lifted her up, and as she wrapped her legs around his waist, he slid into her.

"Oh, God..."  She threw her head back and sighed deeply as he pushed in and out of her gently.  "Mmm...I thought we were going to do this in the shower," she murmured.

He let a soft chuckle escape him before pressing his face to her throat, gently placing a love bite on the soft flesh.  "Okay...you win," he said softly.  He slid out of her, gently set her on her feet, then swept her up in his arms.  The diva's laughter was soft and feminine as Adam carried her across the locker room to the nearby shower.

*

An hour or so later, Matt Hardy stepped out of his locker room and into the hallway.  He headed for the buffet, as he was hungry after not having eaten much before the show.

"Hey, Trish..."  He smiled at the petite blonde cheerily as he spotted her getting a sandwich in one corner of the room.

"Hi, Matt," the diva replied with a smile.  She grabbed a bottle of diet Coke to go with her small meal.

"Have you seen Amy?"

Trish glanced at him for a beat, then quickly glanced away.  She knew that the redhead had gone to see her boyfriend at his locker room.  "Umm...no.  No, I haven't seen her for awhile."

"Well, do you know where she might have gone?" the dark-haired man queried.  "I've been looking for her, and I can't find her."

The blonde eyed the Hardy Boy.  "Is there something I can pass on to her, Matt?  I mean, since I'll probably see her again in the women's locker room."

"No, that's all right, Trish.  I really just wanted to ask her something...I guess I'll just catch up with her later."

"Okay..." the young woman replied.  She watched Matt leave the room, hoping, for Amy's sake, that he didn't feel nosy enough to do some investigating.

*

Amy gave Adam a brilliant smile as they stepped out of the shower together, and the blond man dried her off lovingly with a towel.  Their eyes met until he brought it up to dry her hair, which was dripping wet.

Their lovemaking in the shower had been breathtaking to both of them, and the redhead had bitten her lip when she came, in an attempt to stifle her cries of pleasure.  Although the room was large, she couldn't be certain of how sound-proof it was.

"That was really something..." Adam said softly, his eyes locked with hers.  He had wrapped a towel around his slim waist, and the diva wrapped her arms around him, reaching down to grab his left buttock through the material.

She smiled up at him, and the Canadian ducked his head slightly to place a passionate kiss on her lips.  Amy's laugh was muffled as she responded in kind, allowing her tongue to intermingle with Adam's, and the blond raised his hands to tangle gently into her damp hair.

The redhead suddenly pulled back as she felt him growing hard against her again.  "My God..." she said with an amused chuckle, "...you just can't ever get enough, can you?"

"Nope," he admitted with a devilish grin.  He started to reach for her breasts, but she stopped him with a hand against his chest.

"Baby, I can't..."

"Oh, come on..." he murmured.  He transformed his face into a pout, which Amy found adorable.

"Adam, I have to get back to the women's locker room," she said.  "People are going to wonder what happened to me," she explained.

"All right," he said resignedly as he crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing her with only partial mock disappointment.

"Aww, don't worry - you'll get me all to yourself after the show...and that's a promise."

The blond man's handsome face brightened into a huge grin, and the diva found the expression so irresistible that she reached over to pinch his cheek.  "Have I ever told you how damned cute you are?" she asked, her hazel eyes shining.  She began re-dressing into her clothing, which had been left on the floor where they were standing.

"As a matter of fact, I think you have."

Amy did the button on her cargo pants, then slipped into her shoes as she gazed up at her boyfriend.  Her laughter suddenly filled the locker room, and to Adam, it sounded like music to his ears.  He reached for her, gently pulling her into his arms and pressed a kiss on her lips again, and she kissed him back fervently.

"See you later, baby..." she said softly as she made her way to the door.  She turned back to look at him, blowing him a kiss as her hand touched the knob.

Adam smiled as he pretended to capture the kiss in mid-air, then Amy slipped quietly from the room.

Once out in the hallway, she stood there for a split second, a small smile on her face as she ran a hand through her damp red locks.  As she stepped away and started down the hall for the women's locker room, she failed to notice the person standing a short distance away, around the corridor.

Matt Hardy stood rooted to his spot, eyes wide and jaw dropped in shock.  He had seen the diva leaving what he knew to be Adam's locker room.  Given the fact that his two friends were supposed to hate each other, he wondered what in the world she had to have been doing in there.