He had a rematch against Rob Van Dam, but this time it was to be for the Hardcore title.  She didn't like the idea of him in that kind of match, especially against RVD, who, because of ECW, was an old pro at that sort of thing.  It had been no big deal when Adam had competed in the same exact kind of match a little more than a year earlier against Steve Blackman - but he hadn't been alone, as Jay had also been in the bout, thanks to then-Commissioner Mick Foley making Edge and Christian take on the Lethal Weapon together.

As for herself, her eye ached a tiny bit, and she sensed she had finally developed that shiner overnight.  Matt would probably be falling all over himself apologizing profusely to her again when they saw each other later.

She thought about the little spot she and the Hardys would have to do later.  It seemed as though the writers and other creative people wanted to set up for a breakup of Team Xtreme.  After the events of last night, when Matt had hurt her, she would walk into the Boyz's locker room, looking for Matt.  But Jeff would be alone in the room, and as he would be touching her face, gazing down into her eyes with brotherly concern, Matt would walk in to see them - thinking it was a lot less innocent.

Amy smirked at the similarity.  Life imitates art, or in this case, art imitates life.  Matt wasn't too much different for real, as he'd been hassling her for months now about being with one of his friends.  As if her personal life were his business.  And unlike the WWF storyline, she knew he wasn't jealous - no, with the real him, it was always a ridiculous overprotective big brother attitude.

Actually, Amy suddenly realized Matt hadn't bothered her about her "secret" boyfriend for a week or so.  Although that wasn't a long time by anyone's standard's, it was unusual.  Maybe he'd finally given up, deciding to accept the fact that her life was hers?  Then again, she knew what a tenacious person Matt was - but she was not about to complain about his letting up a little.

"Amy..."  Adam spoke her name sleepily, pretty much mumbling it.  She snuggled closer to him as she gazed into his face.

"I'm here, baby..."

He fixed his sleepy green eyes on her.  "You stayed all night this time..."

"No, silly," she said with a laugh on her lips.  "This is my hotel room - you stayed all night."

"Oh, yeah..." he said softly, a smile taking residence on his handsome face.  And then he suddenly remembered how she had gotten hurt the night before - Matt had accidentally elbowed her in the face when he'd brought his arm up as if to take a swing at Stacy Keibler.  He turned over onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at her beautiful face.  "How's your eye?"

"I don't know - I haven't looked in the mirror yet, but I'm sure it's not pretty."

Adam touched her face gently with one hand, moving her head slightly to the side so he could examine her.  He winced at the sight.  Sure enough, she had a shiner beneath her right eye.  He hissed some air between his teeth as he gingerly rubbed the area with his fingertips, his touch feather-light.

"Is it that ghastly?" the diva asked.  Judging by his reaction, she guessed it had to be pretty bad.

"No, it's not that bad, Ames...I just...well, it looks painful.  I can practically feel it myself."

She smiled at him as she turned over, rolling onto him, which caused the blond man to reposition himself onto his back.  He held her over him, and she straddled him, the soft smile still playing at her lips.

"You're so sweet..." she said as she continued to hover over him.  "...it's nice to have such a sympathetic boyfriend."

He kept his eyes locked on hers, his hands sliding from her waist to her butt, and then he slid them all the way back up to her face.

"You know," he admitted slyly, "I really wanted to kill Matt last night for hitting you so hard..."

"You did?"  She looked surprised.  "Well, he didn't mean it, you know..."

"I know...but still...I couldn't help it."

The redhead's smile returned, seeming to Adam to brighten the entire room.  God, the way he felt about her... There probably weren't enough words in the English language to describe it.

He slid his hands so that they were once again at her waist, and he held tightly to her as she leaned down to place her lips on his.  They kissed passionately, her tongue battling his for dominance.  She raised her hands to his long blond hair, letting her slim fingers run through it as they continued and drew the kiss longer and longer.  And then, she felt another part of him pressing tightly against her inner thigh.  She reached down with one hand to grip him, and when she suddenly broke the kiss, he was breathing heavily.

"Well, hello there," she said with a chuckle, a little sly smile on her face.  "Hey, I just realized something..."

"What's that?" the Canadian asked as he gazed up into her eyes, his own eyes somewhat glazed over in his aroused state.

"I haven't even wished you a happy birthday yet..." the redhead replied.  "Happy birthday!"

He chuckled softly.  "Thanks."

"And I'm going to make sure it's a very happy birthday," she continued.  She proceeded to pull at the sweatpants he'd worn to bed.  He moved a little to help her get them off of him.  Afterward, she lowered her mouth on him, taking him inside little by little.

He let out a soft gasp as her tongue took a long little lap at him, and then, when she did it again, only a bit longer, he held his breath, savoring the beautiful sensation.

"Oh, God...that feels so good..."

She continued to do this for awhile until he felt as though he might burst.  She was driving him absolutely wild with that tongue of hers.

The blond man emitted a sound deep in his throat that was half-groan, half-whine.  The red-haired diva lifted her head to get a glimpse of his face, and her heartstrings tugged at the ecstatic expression on his handsome features.  It actually bordered on a look of pain.

As Adam gazed up at her, Amy lifted the sexy red babydoll she wore up over her head, and he reached for it to toss it away.  His hands lowered to her matching red thong, and he fingered the elastic on it.  She repositioned herself to rid herself of the delicate garment, then straddled him again, lowering herself onto his shaft.

The Canadian let out a sigh, his green eyes locked on hers as she began to ride him.  He reached both hands up to hers, and she grabbed them, and, their hands clasped beside his head, she lowered her lips to his.  Their kisses were even more passionate, the blond spiraling his tongue around Amy's almost dizzyingly.  She continued riding him slowly but soon quickened her pace.  Adam added his own upward thrusts, releasing high hands from hers to grip her around the waist.

The redhead arched her back above him as he reached down between them and rubbed at her.  He moved his fingertips over her in the motioin he knew she liked, and before long, she was crying out his name, moving her body against him to draw out her orgasm.  She came two more times, alternating between moans and panting.  Only then did the blond allow himself release, again thrusting up into her, gripping her waist tightly as he came.  He moaned loudly as he emptied himself into her.

"Oh, God...Amy..."  When it was over, she rolled off of him to lay beside him, laying her head on his chest.  She smiled as she listened to his heartbeat.

"Wow...that was...amazing."

Adam laughed softly as he caressed her hair, allowing his fingers to trail gently up and down her arm, tracing her huge tattoo.

"I second that," he said softly.  "Happy birthday indeed!"  He moved his hand up to her chin, tipping her face up slightly to kiss her.  He couldn't believe how happy he was.  A year ago, he never could have envisioned this.

He wanted to tell her how he really felt deep in his heart - that he loved her.  But his irrational insecurities caused him to hold his tongue.