Amy laughed as she watched Adam during his interview with Jonathan Coachman before the match for the unification of the U.S. and Intercontinental titles.  She immensely enjoyed his hilarious impression of Test.

As she watched the match, the redhead tried her best not to let her true emotions show, as she was not alone in the women's locker room.  Although Trish was there and of course knew - at the moment, Jacqueline, Ivory and Nora Greenwald - three of the women she and the little blonde would be competing with for the Women's title - were also there.  She didn't want to give any of them a clue, knowing how rampant gossip seemed to spread among the divas - and, inevitably, it always made its way to the male wrestlers as well.

She was glued to the TV monitor as the action went back and forth.  Test actually hit Edge with a spear, his own move, and went for the cover, but fortunately, only got a two-count.  Before long, Edge ended up winning when he reversed the larger man in a roll-up.

Amy's heart swelled with joy and love as she watched Adam make his way up the ramp, both belts held up to his face as he kissed the gold.  He'd had a fantastic match, and the redhead felt proud.

She bit her lip, a feeling of great anxiousness going through her as she wanted to go to the man she loved - at that very moment, as she felt she couldn't wait.  The urge was that great.  She stood up, her heart pounding as she suddenly exchanged glances with Trish, who smiled and gave her a discreet, knowing wink.  As she stealthily slipped from the room, Amy hoped none of the other women noticed anything unusual about her demeanor.

The redhead glanced around the hallway warily as she approached her boyfriend's locker room.  Rather than knocking, she tried the knob and found the door unlocked.

Amy slipped into the room, and Adam looked up, a smile instantly coming to his face as he made his way over to her.

"Way to go, baby," she said softly as their gazes locked.  "You were awesome."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, a soft chuckle escaping him as he lifted her off her feet and swung her around a little.

"Thank you."  The blond man nuzzled one side of her neck as he carried her over by the black leather couch across the room.

After a beat, Amy moved a bit so that her lips just brushed over his, and the desire in the tall Canadian's eyes was clearly evident.  He lowered her just a bit to devour her lips with his own, and their kiss was so intense, the redhead felt as though her head was actually spinning.

When their breathless kiss finally came to an end, his breathing slightly heavy, Adam set the diva back on her feet.  He chuckled, his emerald eyes sparkling.  "Don't move from this spot..."

As she obeyed, the blond man went around to the arm of the couch on the other side and returned to stand directly behind her.  And suddenly, Amy realized he was wrapping the Intercontinental championship belt around her waist.

"That looks cool!" she exclaimed excitedly, glancing down at herself.  She held her breath, her eyes closing at the pleasant sensation of one of Adam's arms wrapped around her waist, his other hand at her face as he gently turned her head a bit to kiss her again.

Oh, God... Amy nearly lost her breath as she felt him growing hard against her, his erection pressing into the small of her back.

She moved the belt from her waist, placing it on the back of the couch in front of her, then turned around in his embrace.  She held his head down to hers, fingers curling into his long blond locks.

Adam ran his hands all over Amy as they continued kissing, sliding them up her back and then down to her buttocks.  He backed her against the nearby wall, growing ever more passionate and aroused, wanting nothing more than to make love to her right here and now - but she had a match coming up later on, and she was already dressed for it.  Nonetheless, he raised his right hand to her left breast, eliciting a soft moan from her...

And then, he turned his head sharply in the direction of the door as he heard it suddenly open.

"Oops, sorry man."  Drew stood in the doorway.  "I just wanted to congratulate you.  We had a great-"  The big man cut his words off and nearly did a double-take as he was backing out of the room.  "Whoa!  You and...you?" he asked incredulously as he finally caught sight of the woman in Adam's arms.  He hadn't immediately seen who she was because the blond man's body had blocked his view of her.

"Shut the door - quick," Adam ordered, and Drew hesitated for a second as he gave his friend a strange look - but he did as he was told, realizing how serious the older man's expression and voice had seemed.

Amy bit her lip nervously as her boyfriend drew her to his side, his arm around her waist almost protectively, and perhaps even possessively.

"Yes," the blond man said.  "Yeah, Drew - we're together."  He moved so that he was again behind the redhead, his arms wrapping securely around her again.  The diva allowed herself to sink into his touch as she eyed the surprised young man who had just discovered about them.

"Please keep this to yourself," Adam said as he held Amy tightly against him.  "Hardly anyone knows about us, and for now, we'd prefer it that way."

"Wait a minute," Drew said.  "How long have you two...?"

"Just over a year, on and off for the first couple of months," the other man replied, and Amy noted the further surprise registering on Drew's face.  She didn't say a word to contribute, deciding instead to just let Adam continue handling this one on his own.

"That long?  Wow," the young man said, his eyebrows quirked up in surprise.  "Well, okay...if you guys don't want anyone to know about you two - mum's the word as far as I'm concerned."

Adam smiled, as did the redhead, who placed her hands on his arms, which were still clasped around her.

"Thanks a lot, Drew," he said.  "We really appreciate it."

The taller man gave them a nod before backing toward the door.  "Sorry again for the interruption - go on with what you were doing before my intrusion."  He stepped out, closing the door behind him.

The moment the door clicked shut, Adam pressed his face into the side of the redhead's face, planting kisses on her cheek and along her jawline, then moving his lips to her neck.

"Adam...Adam..."  The diva gently unentangled his arms from around her, and the man made a soft sound of protest as he reached for her again.

"Baby...I should go."

"Aww, Ames..."

"I have a match to prepare for, sweetie.  But afterward, you can have me all you want," she promised, a soft smile playing at her lips.

A huge grin spread across Adam's handsome face as he gazed deeply into her eyes.  "I'm going to hold you to that, you know..."

"I know," she replied with a mischievous grin.

"Great..."  The tall Canadian lowered his head to hers for one last kiss before allowing her to leave.