Amy strode down the hallway of the arena in search of Jeff Hardy, a small smile on her face.  She couldn't contain herself, as she'd been so happy for the last couple of weeks.  Although no one but her rainbow-haired friend knew about her and Adam, things had been going great in her personal life - the blond had been so sweet to her during the last two weeks, and things seemed to be good between them.  It seemed there was no longer that animosity between them that had always existed.

Amy hummed a tune as she ducked her head into the open locker room the Hardys were sharing for the evening.  Matt was inside, sitting on a chair and lacing up his wrestling boots in preparation for the big TLC - tables, ladders and chairs - championship match he and Jeff would be having against Edge and Christian and the Dudley Boyz a bit later.

The redhead bit her lip, her guard going up a bit as she noticed the dark-haired man was alone in the room.  Although things were going well, Matt still didn't know a thing about her relationship - she finally decided she could call it that - and she wasn't sure she wanted him to.  She stood there debating whether or not she should ask him where his brother was when Matt suddenly looked up.

"Hey, Ames."

Amy flinched a little, slightly taken aback that he had looked up to notice her.  "Hi, Matt..."  She held her breath, glanced down quickly and then spoke again before the man could question her.  "I was looking for Jeff.  Do you...do you know where he went?"

"Yeah," he replied as he studied her, "he went to get some eats at the buffet."

"Thanks, Matt..."  She turned around to leave, but the sound of her friend's voice stopped her.

"Is something wrong?"

"What?  No...everything's great."  She smiled brightly as if to prove herself.

"Good," Matt said.  "But just remember, if anything is wrong, I'm here for you."

Amy nodded at him.  "I know," she said, then turned to find Jeff.

She started down the hallway on her way to the buffet and made it within a few more steps of the room when she suddenly noticed her friend coming toward her.  "Jeff!  I was just looking for you...I need to talk to you."

"Well, sure, Ames," he said as he neared her.  He reached out to put his arm around her waist as they walked a little further.

The redhead glanced quickly around the area to make sure they wouldn't be overheard.  "I've been so happy the last couple of weeks," she revealed in a soft voice.  "I just wanted to let you know that - so you don't have to worry about me anymore."  She smiled as she met his kind eyes.

"You mean things are going well between you and Adam now?" he whispered as he stared into her face with surprise.

"Yes...things are great," she whispered.

"That's fantastic, Ames," Jeff said with a smile of his own.  He was genuinely happy for his friend and wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

Amy hugged him back, and while she still held fast to him, she moved her lips close to his ear.  "Just please...don't mention anything about us to Matt."

"Okay...I won't."

"You're the best, Jeff."  The diva placed a kiss on his cheek, near the same ear into which she'd just whispered.

*

Amy stood just behind the curtain by the stage, her eyes glued to a TV monitor as she awaited her cue to go out.  Followed by Rhyno and Spike Dudley, who were attempting to aid their respective teams, she would be running out to give the Hardy Boyz a hand.

"Oh, no..."  She winced as she watched Buh-Buh Ray Dudley slam Edge down, D'Von perched on the top turnbuckle.  And then she winced even more, one hand to her head as the Dudley Boy came crashing down, head-first into the most sensitive area on the body of the man she'd finally begun to think of as her boyfriend.  "...poor Adam..."

She continued to watch the fracas of the TLC match for another five minutes until she got her cue.  She ran down the entryway to the ring, quickly surveying the scene.

At the moment, Edge was climbing up a ladder upon which Rhyno had placed him after getting involved.  Moments before that, Spike Dudley had run out and attacked both Edge and Christian with his Dudley Dog, landing the shorter blond man into a table on the outside of the ring.

The redhead rushed into the ring and grabbed the taller blond by the back of his purple tights, pulling him off the ladder.  Then, she smashed him head-first into the ladder, trying her best to do it as gently as she could manage.

Amy stood over Adam's fallen form for a beat, checking to make sure she hadn't hurt him when she was suddenly hauled up off her feet and held high above the head of the Man Beast.  She landed safely on her feet as Spike came up from behind the big man and crotched him with a forearm.

Edge had begun to re-climb the ladder she'd yanked him off of, but Spike came back to hit Rhyno in the head with a steel chair.  The large bulky man stumbled - right into the ladder, knocking it over, the Canadian along with it.  The end result was Edge briefly tangled up in the top rope before landing in a heap on his back on the canvas.

Now on the outside of the ring, Amy watched Adam with concern in her hazel eyes.  She wondered how badly banged up he would be by the time this match ended.  She told herself she would have to make good and sure that she gave him a little TLC of a different kind later that night.

As she stood back, the Dudleys got back into the action by grabbing Rhyno and superplexing him from the top turnbuckle.  That was Amy's last cue to act in the match.  She slipped back in under the bottom rope, a chair in hand.  Running up behind the tiny Spike, she swung the chair and struck him in the head with it, stripping off her pink fishnet top as she yelled down at him afterward.

In all truth, the diva realized she'd hit the small man a little harder than she should have - and she did so because of the mishap he'd caused between Rhyno and Edge.  And then she turned around - right into a 3D.

Adam, who had risen back to his feet, watched as the Dudleys 3D'd Amy, and he felt a twinge of anger.  It seemed they could have taken her down more gently than they had.  He grabbed a chair and swung it into D'Von's back - hard - feeling a measure of satisfaction course through him as the man fell to the canvas.  A second later, he hoped Jay had hit Buh-Buh Ray equally as hard when he hit him.

The blond man knew it was unprofessional of him to strike at an opponent with anger, but damn it, he couldn't help it.  What if they'd hurt her?  He'd noticed Amy holding one shoulder as she rolled out of the ring.  He glanced one last time at the young woman, who was now lying in a heap outside the ring.  He swallowed hard, hoping that she was okay.

*

"You sure you don't want to come with us, Ames?" Matt asked the redhead later on.  Despite the fact that he, Jeff and Jay had been banged up like mad during their match, they had plans to go out to a popular area club with Chris Jericho.

Amy put down her now empty cup of coffee.  They were in the hotel's cafe downstairs, eating a light snack.  "Yeah, I'm sure," she replied, rubbing at her shoulder for emphasis.  "Not tonight..."

"You and Adam are such party poopers," Jay complained.  The blond man chuckled a bit before continuing.  "He's being a big baby, saying he's too sore after the match to do anything."

"Oh...oh well," Amy said, shrugging disinterestedly.  She rose from the table.

"Hey, is your shoulder okay?" Matt asked.

"Yeah...it's just a little achy, that's all.  I'm just going to soak in a nice, hot tub tonight."

"Okay, well, if you change your mind...we're not leaving for another half-hour or so," the darker Hardy brother said.

Amy quickly swung her eyes Jeff's way, and she could tell the young man knew what she really had in mind.  "Leave her alone, Matt," he said.  "If she's too tired, she's too tired."

*

Adam glanced at his watch for what had to have been the hundredth time in the last half-hour, ever since Jay had left.  He ran his hand through his long blond locks as he flipped the channels on the TV, wondering what was taking Amy so long.  He had called her cell phone and quietly talked to her while Jay had been in the shower after the TLC match, and she'd said she would go to him tonight.  But where was she?

He flipped the television off and dropped the remote on his bed as he stood up.  If she wasn't coming to him, he would go to her.  Although the diva had told him she wasn't hurt or anything, maybe she'd been lying to save face.  He knew her reputation of being exceptionally brave, and maybe this time it was only a facade.

The tall blond Canadian man felt the concern sweep through him as he made his way over to the door.  As he turned the knob and swung it open, he was surprised to see Amy standing out there, her arm up.  She had apparently just been about to knock.  He let his eyes scan her over from head-to-toe.  She was wearing a black silk robe, which was belted securely around her slender waist.

"Hi...I was just about to go to your room..."

"Sorry I didn't get here sooner," the redhead said as she stepped inside.  She turned to face Adam as he closed and locked the door.  "I was taking a bath for the last half-hour."

"Mmm," the blond said as he moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.  "That sounds good to me...why didn't you wait?  We could've taken one together..."  He lowered his head and placed his lips on hers, and she tightened her arms around his neck as they kissed passionately.

After a moment, Amy pulled back slightly to gaze up into his emerald eyes.  "Are you okay?  I saw that headbutt you took from D'Von earlier tonight...are you...?"

Adam chuckled softly as he hugged her again, resting his chin against the top of her head.  He pulled her more tautly against him as he kissed her again, and this time it was even more intense.  The redhead found herself nearly overwhelmed as she parted her lips even more for his tongue to penetrate her mouth more fully.  She gasped as she felt him  harden, throbbing against her.

Afterward, the tall blond smiled mischievously, one of his hands gently tangled in her hair.  "Does that answer your question?"

Amy laughed as he suddenly swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bed farther in the room.  He laid her gently on her back before turning his attention to her robe, toying with the belted sash around her waist.

"Hmm...now what do we have here?" Adam asked with amusement as he undid the sash.  His green eyes raked over her body appreciatively as he took in the sexy black baby doll she was wearing underneath the robe.  He quickly removed the robe altogether, then lowered his head to nuzzle at her right breast, which he bared by pulling the lingerie slightly down.

"Oh, God..." Amy sighed as she stroked his soft hair with one hand.  She pulled his head more closely against her chest as his tongue and teeth began to get a little more demanding.

After a few minutes, she sat up and helped Adam out of his T-shirt, jeans and briefs.  She gestured for him to lay beside her, and that was when she made her move and did the thing she'd been daydreaming of doing ever since that spot in the TLC match.

Amy kneeled over the blond man and lowered her mouth on him, taking in his full length, which caused him to gasp.  She made sure to be gentle, for, even though he claimed not to have been hurt by that Dudley headbutt, she knew he must have felt some pain.

"Oh, God..." Adam whispered.  He reached down to gently tangle one hand in her long red hair, savoring the feeling of her lips and tongue on him.  "That feels so good."

Before too long, he could hardly stand it.  The tall blond man whispered, "Come here..."  When she did, he took the baby doll off of her, allowing his eyes to drink in her beautiful form before he laid her on her back again.  As she gazed up at him, their eyes meeting, he entered her, smiling at how wet and ready she was for him.  Her arms went up around his neck, drawing him down to her, and they kissed passionately as he began thrusting into her.

They'd been making love for several minutes, Amy quite close to orgasm, both of them moaning and breathing heavily when something suddenly startled them.

"Oh, God!  Adam, I'm sorry!"

They both whipped their heads in the direction of the doorway, shocked to see Jay standing there.  The man was just beginning to turn around when he suddenly gave a double-take, turning back in shock.  "Amy???!"

The redhead frantically hid herself under the blanket, which Adam had grabbed and thrown over them.  She felt her face burning with embarrassment, unable to believe that Jay had just caught them having sex.  She wished the bed would open up and swallow her.  She peeked at the blond man, the blanket covering her from her nose down.

"Jeez, Jay!  What the hell are you doing back so soon?!" Adam shouted as he too stayed hidden underneath the blanket.

"I...I decided not to go after all," Jay explained, the surprise of this almost too unbelievable to swallow.  "I had Chris drop me off a few blocks away and walked back..."