Van Dam had ended the match, RVD not supposed to have been aware of the big man's interference, with a Five-Star Frogsplash.

"Yeah, I'll live," Adam replied, one hand up to his head.

As they headed down the hall toward their respective locker rooms, Test - Andrew Martin, caught up to his fellow Torontonian.

"Hey, sorry if I kicked you a little too hard there, man..."

"No problem, Drew..."

"I just sorta get carried away sometimes," the tall blond said.  Then, changing the subject, Drew said, "Happy birthday, by the way."  He smiled.  "So, how are you gonna celebrate it tonight?"

As they neared Adam's locker room, he looked past Drew, catching sight of Amy.  God, she was being particularly daring tonight - she was half in the doorway to his locker room, half in the hall, and she was giving him a come-hither look, a tiny smile on her lips, and making a "come here" gesture with her forefinger.

Adam found it incredibly erotic and was already getting turned on.  As the redhead slipped through the door and out of sight just in time, he replied to Drew's query.

"Err...not too sure just yet, but I'll figure something out..."

"Cool...see you later."  The younger man slapped a hand to his shoulder, then turned to walk the opposite way down the hall.

"Later, Drew," the shorter blond replied.  Little did he know that Adam was actually referring to a sexual position in the answer to Drew's innocent question.

Adam stepped through the door of his locker room and was met by Amy, who had been just behind the door.  She was on him the instant he entered, and he wrapped his arms around her tightly, his hands traveling up and down over her sweet, feminine curves as they kissed.

"Err...excuse me, guys.  Not that you'd actually know it, but you're not alone..."

Jay's voice startled the taller man, who actually gave a slight start as he pressed more tightly against the woman in his arms.

"Oh, dude!" Jay groaned, making a face.  "Go take a cold shower!"  He hadn't missed the sight of the bulging hard-on in his best friend's wrestling tights, though he wished he had.

The redhead laughed softly.  "Or we can take a hot shower - together..." she suggested saucily, her eyes locked on her boyfriend's.

"Good grief, you two!  Spare me the nitty gritty details of your sex life, will you?"  The Canadian stood up.  "All right, I can take a hint...and judging by that," he added, gesturing to the lower part of Adam's body, "I'd say it's a pretty big hint...Don't worry, I'm outta here.  Have fun..."  He smirked as he started for the door, thinking how the two lovebirds probably wouldn't even care if he was in the room - another minute later and they would have been having sex right in front of him.  Before he let himself out, they resumed their makeout session.  He barely turned his head to look over his shoulder as his hand began to turn the doorknob.  "Oh, and happy birthday, Adam!"

"Mmm..."  The tall blond mumbled into Amy's mouth, not bothering to break their kiss, and Jay noticed him make an "okay" gesture with one hand while the other began to move from the redhead's waist down to her butt.

Jay couldn't help but chuckle a little as he departed the room.  God, but they were hot for each other...

*

"Okay, so what are we gonna do tonight?" Matt asked Jeff.  They were in their locker room, sitting in front of the TV monitor.

"What do you mean?" the younger man asked.

"Hello?  Earth to Jeff!  It's our friend's birthday, remember?  We've got to do something to celebrate it with him - all of us..."

"I dunno, Matt...at least about tonight..." Jeff replied, running his hand through his colorful locks.  "...I mean, I'm sure Adam and Amy have got something special planned."

"Yeah..." the dark-haired man muttered bitterly, his brown eyes narrowing slightly, "...like an all-night sexorama..."

"Oh, come on, man - let it go...whatever you think about the two of them together, they are a couple...Whether you like it or whether you don't, Matt - Amy is Adam's girlfriend...Accept it."

Matt didn't reply.  His eyes were still reduced to near-slits as he thought furiously.

Jeff didn't like the look in his brother's eyes one bit.  He knew Matt better than just about anyone, and he knew he was cooking up some scheme.  His own eyes narrowed suspiciously.

*

"Oh, God..." Amy said softly, her breathing quickening by the moment as Adam continued to lavish her most sensitive areas with his warm, moist tongue.  She rose her hips a little to meet his oral movements, and he slid his hands beneath her body, lifting her up even more so that her legs were over his shoulders and around his neck.

"Adam...Oh, God..." she cried.  She was almost there, could feel the pleasurable sensations just eluding her.  Another few seconds and then...

She suddenly felt her body exploding, and she bit her lip to stifle the scream she felt building up from within.  God, he was certainly returning the favor, so to speak.

The redhead started to move after a moment, pulling her legs from his grasp, and she met his eyes across the leather couch on which they were laying.  She didn't have to verbalize what she wanted, as after nearly a year together, the Canadian had learned to red her extremely well.

Adam repositioned himself so that he hovered just over her, and he smiled down at her, their eye contact never breaking.  The diva rose both hands to his face, pulling his head down to hers, and their kiss nearly took his breath away with its intensity.

The moment he entered her, Amy rose her legs and wrapped them tightly around his waist.  She threw her head back and sighed, again biting her lip gently as the blond man pumped in and out of her.

They'd been going for a few minutes, the redhead having come a couple more times, and Adam felt himself very near that delicious brink when the knock suddenly sounded.

"Oh, Jesus..." the blond man muttered as softly as he could manage .  He didn't stop thrusting into her for a minute.  Amy, meanwhile, stared up at him with worried hazel eyes.

"Hey, Adam?  You in there?"

The redhead's eyes went wide, her jaw dropping with shock.

Adam frowned for a second, but then his handsome features resumed their original expression.  He lifted one hand, placing his forefinger against his lips as he gazed down into his girlfriend's eyes.

Amy didn't doubt for one second that she wasn't going to listen to him.  She could continue doing this and keep quiet - she and Adam had certainly had plenty of practice at it throughout their relationship.

The blond Canadian smiled slyly, almost wickedly as they ignored Matt Hardy and continued with their lovemaking.

At first, Amy felt a bit mortified but after awhile, she began to enjoy herself again.  She smiled up at Adam as she realized that continuing to do this under such circumstances turned her on even more.

The blond man seemed to stiffen above her, his entire body rigid as he suddenly came.  He had to bite his lip in order to keep silent, and he held tightly to the redhead as he emptied himself deep into her, gently biting one side of her neck as he did.

Amy clung to him with her arms and legs, reluctant to let go.  The knocking just outside on the locker room door had ceased, but somehow, she believed Matt was still out there.

Both their breathing was hard, but fairly quiet.  They lay in one another's arms for another moment or two, trying to collect themselves.

After a beat, Adam lowered his head to Amy's, and he kissed her tenderly.  He didn't think he could love her anymore than he did at that very moment.

*

Matt fumed as he walked up the hallway and back to his locker room.  Damn it!  He knew they'd been in there!  Even though it had grown pretty silent within that room, he knew Adam and Amy had been in there together - and he knew they were having sex.  He'd heard a distinct, telltale little sounds.

Damn him, Matt thought.  If he does anything to hurt her... The dark-haired man became furious at the recollection of the fact that the blond man had been screwing Trish Stratus for awhile about a year back.  That certainly hadn't gone on too long.  And then, of course, there was Nora Greenwald before her.  Matt couldn't prove Adam had been messing with Nora, but his gut told him otherwise.  Like the petite Canadian, she too obviously hadn't had a problem with being dropped so quickly.

The elder Hardy brother frowned.  That wasn't quite normal behavior - at least as he knew it - for women.  But he knew Amy, and he knew her well.  By the time Adam decided he'd had enough of her and decided to drop her, the redhead would be crushed.  It would destroy her.  When - not if - that happened, for he instinctively knew it would - Matt would be there for the redhead.

And when that happened, he would make Adam sorry he'd ever even looked at her.