Amy and Matt walked together to the backstage area after their mixed tag team match against Perry Saturn and Terri.  The redheaded diva was a little tired, although she hadn't had to do too much against the She Devil, who had never been known for wrestling ability.

Amy bid her pal goodbye when they reached the Hardys' locker room and then continued down the hall on her way to the women's locker room.

As she pushed her way inside, her breath caught in her throat and her gut clenched at what she saw.  Adam Copeland was in there, sitting on the small couch in one corner with Trish Stratus.  The Canadian diva had a big smile on her face as the tall blond man gently placed his hand under her chin.  They gazed into one another's eyes, Trish looking enamored, and Amy hated it.  What kind of a pig is this guy? she thought.

The redhead exhaled the breath she'd been holding and marched over to her locker, determined not to let this little display get to her.  She tried to ignore the two Canadians as she gathered up some fresh clothing into which to change after her shower.  But at the corner of her eye, she saw Trish suddenly run her hands over Adam's chisled bare chest.

"Ooh, that feels nice..."

Amy thought she might vomit at any moment.  She felt disgusted and downright sick.  What the hell was wrong with these two?  And here, she'd thought Trish was her friend.

As soon as that thought struck her, the redheaded diva wondered where it had come from - the little blonde didn't know about her one night with this man two and a half months ago.  Besides, she told herself, I despise Adam Copeland.  With her stuff in hand, she turned and headed for the shower.

When Amy was gone, Adam and Trish instantly straightened up and moved away from each other.  They stared in the direction of where the redhead had disappeared, then Adam turned to the blonde woman.

"Did she look mad?"

"Most definitely," Trish replied, keeping her voice low.  "She didn't look at all happy."

"Good," the tall Canadian replied, a smirk on his handsome face.

Trish frowned.  "I want you to know that I didn't enjoy doing that...Amy is my friend, you know."

"Don't worry about it," he said confidently.

*

Later, Amy lugged her suitcase into the hotel.  She was glad she was rooming alone because she wanted her solitude.  She hadn't even rode back with Matt and Jeff but had caught a taxi.

When she made her way down the hallway, she frowned at how deserted the place seemed.  She knew that a lot of wrestlers liked to go out to clubs and bars after hours, but normally, there would be a couple of people lurking through the hotel halls.  As she neared her room, her frown deepened.

Standing beside the door to what was, coincidentally or not, her room, was Adam.  The tall blond leaned casually against the wall beside it, his arms crossed over his chest as he smirked at her.

Amy couldn't stand it.  The man had this arrogant air about him, as if he knew how irresistible he was to women - well, physically, at least.  He stared at her with that smug expression that made her want to punch him in the nose again - like she had that night.

As she neared her room, she tried her best to simply ignore him, but he would have none of it.

"Hey, great match tonight, by the way," the man said sarcastically.  "It really takes a whole lot to wrestle Terri Runnels, huh?"

Amy turned her head to glare at him.  "Go away."

Adam turned to fully face her, his arms still crossed.  "No...why should I?"

"Because I want you to leave me alone...and because if you don't, I'll be forced to kick your ass," she replied between clenched teeth.  Her blood was suddenly pounding furiously as she stared at him like she wanted him dead.

"Oh, yeah - I'm so terrified," the tall blond taunted with a laugh.  "This from a woman who tonight couldn't even beat Terri!"

The redhead closed her eyes for a moment, trying to compose herself, but she realized the effort was futile.  She stood on her tiptoes, moving her face close to his, eyes widened in her anger.  "Fuck you!"

Adam snickered.  "Hey, I might just take you up on that offer..."

The diva scowled at him, then reached for her keycard in her pocket.  "Dream on..."

"Oh, but I have been dreaming about it...haven't you?"

Thoroughly disgusted, Amy swiped her keycard through the door, pushed it open, entered and tried to close it in the Canadian's face.

Adam shoved his way through the door, his greater strength winning over that of the redhead.  He strode into the room, and Amy stared at him incredulously, her fury so intense she swore the man could probably see steam coming out of her ears.

"What the hell do you want from me?!  Get out!" she shouted, pointing toward the door.  "Leave...me...alone!!!"

"I said I would take you up on your offer," the blond said, presenting that huge grin of his that she'd come to despise.

"I would think you'd rather do that with Trish," the redhead spat, narrowing her eyes.

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

Amy rolled her eyes.  "Okay, that's it!  I want you to get out of my room - and leave me alone - stay away from me!" she yelled, edging ever closer to him as she gestured wildly with both hands.  "You are the most annoying, infuriating, impossible man I have ever had the misfortune of meeting!  Stay away from me!"

"Come on, you don't really mean that," the blond man said innocently.  "Besides, I can't be all that irritating...I'll bet you're just aching for me."

"No!  I'm not!  Now, if you don't want me to report you to Vince for sexual harassment, you'll get out and never bother me again!" she threatened.

"Now, now...we both know you're not going to do that, Amy..."

The redhead's rage reaching a crescendo, she nearly growled as she flung out at the tall Canadian, striking him in the chest with small fists.  "You are nothing but a pig!" she shouted.  "Leave me alone!"

Adam reached down to grab her wrists, but she managed to free one of her hands.  Slapping him in the face, she shouted, "You're a player, and I hate players!"

"On the contrary, lady...a player is the last thing I am," he replied calmly.  He grabbed hold of her other wrist before she had a chance to slap him again, then twisted around so that she was the one with her back now against the door.

"Get out!  Get out!"

Adam continued to watch her struggle in his grip, her face contorted with anger and effort, then he lowered his head to hers, kissing her into silence.

Amy continued to flail against him, trying to free her hands from his, but he was too strong.  He forced her arms up over her head against the door, his fingers twining with hers.

Oh, God, she thought.  Despite her anger and disdain for this man, she found herself melting and kissing him back.  What the hell was it about him?

When Adam finally brought his head up from hers after the lengthy kiss, they were both breathing heavily.  Amy gazed at him with a pained expression.  There was such an intensity about him - and between them.  She stared up into his green eyes helplessly, wanting to shrink away or strike out at him again, but she did neither.  God, the effect this man had on her...

Adam kissed her again, his hands against her cheeks as he cupped her head and tipped it at a more suitable angle.  His tongue felt hot and demanding as Amy parted her lips to allow it entrance.  She was nearly breathless as the kiss deepened still, and she was nearly overwhelmed by the intensity of it.

The tall blond moved his hands over either side of her body, running them down the swell of her hips and then down to her buttocks.  He cupped and kneaded them gently at first, then firmly, eliciting a soft moan from Amy.  Oh, God...

While they continued kissing, Adam grasped one of her hands and placed it between his legs.  She gasped into his mouth as she felt the heat of him, felt his need as he throbbed against her.  To his complete surprise, she didn't even try to move her hand away.  Instead, she rubbed him through the rough denim of his black jeans.  He groaned with pleasure as he moved his lips from hers to her throat.

After a couple of minutes, Adam thought he might go mad if this didn't continue a lot further.  He lifted Amy up in his arms and carried her to the bed, sitting her on its edge.  He quickly removed his shirt, then went for her jacket, which she still wore.  The redhead beat him to the punch as she shrugged out of it and then lifted her shirt over her head.

The tall blond man gazed her over for a brief moment, marveling at what a lovely sight she was in her black lace bra.  He reached down to caress her breasts, afraid he might lose his mind if he didn't touch them.  A soft moan escaped him as he stroked her.

Amy lay back, and Adam fell beside her on the bed, his eyes locked with hers as he continued lavishing attention on her breasts.  The redhead pulled him onto her, her fingers twining in his long hair as they kissed again.  Seconds into the kiss, Amy's hands traveled down, and the blond man repositioned himself slightly when he realized what she had in mind.  The diva unbuttoned and unzippered his jeans, and he reached down and yanked them off, tossing them over the side of the bed.  He moaned as her hand was on him again, and he went for her pants as well.  She lifted her hips off the bed to help him and then Adam reached down and touched her through the thin fabric of her black thong.  She was soaking wet.  He groaned with pleasure and removed Amy's thong as her own hands were pulling at his briefs.

Once he was out of them, the Canadian lay on his back, reaching for the young woman.  He pulled her onto him, and she instantly straddled him, lowering herself onto him.

Adam sighed nearly with relief as he felt himself slipping inside of her.  She was still very wet, which made it easier for her to ride him.  Oh, God... She moved very quickly, and for a moment, he was afraid of coming too quickly.  But he soon realized he didn't have to worry, as the redhead came first, after only a few short minutes.

"Oh, God...mmm...Adam!" she cried, arching her back on top of him.  Her hazel eyes were shut, and the blond man let go as well, emptying himself into her.

"Amy..."  He reached up grasped one of her hands, squeezing it tightly, his eyes never wavering from her face.  "Oh, God..."

When it was over, Amy rolled off of him and slid over to the other side of the bed.  Despite the sex they'd just had, she pulled the blanket up and covered herself.  She looked almost shy, coy, as she glanced at Adam with her head slightly bowed.  After several minutes, she turned over onto her right side, her back to him.

The redhead shuddered as she thought about what they'd just done - again.  And this time, she had been more aggressive and in control.  She could have stopped it.  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as a horrible feeling overtook her.  She wondered how many other divas Adam had been with - and felt a terrible emptiness inside.

Adam lay on the other side of the bed on his back, watching her.  He wondered what was going through her mind.  She seemed to be avoiding him again - back to normal.  He sighed and ran his fingers through his long blond hair as he slid under the blanket beside her.

Without turning around, Amy spoke, her voice soft.  "Would you please leave?"

Adam stared at the back of her red head, slightly taken aback.  After a beat, he rose from the bed.  He didn't speak a word as he got dressed.  He turned back to eye Amy but noted that she hadn't moved a muscle.

He stepped into his boots and tied the laces, then headed for the door.  As his hand touched the knob, he turned back one last time.  "Goodnight, Ames."  When he received no reply, he slowly, reluctantly turned back toward the door and quietly let himself out.