The pair had strolled hand-in-hand for awhile, and the blond man had been pleasantly surprised that his wife's fears had been at least temporarily abated.  The redhead had actually seemed at ease, happy to be doing such a simple thing as taking a walk with him well after dark.

Now, as they entered their hotel room, he placed the keycard on the nightstand.

As Amy removed her jacket, Adam returned to the door to secure the chainlock.  It was better to be safe than sorry, and if Chris Irvine decided to pull another stunt like he had recently, they'd be prepared.  There was no way the man could get in through such a lock.

Amy was studying him, a tentative expression on her face.  She bit her lip gently as he came closer to her, then closed her eyes as her husband swept her into his arms.  Their kiss was tender at first, but grew ever more passionate as Adam's lips became more firm against hers, his tongue darting into her warm, moist mouth.

The redhead sighed as they kissed, all of the tension inside her bubbling to the surface, wanting desperately to be released.  She felt as though she might burst when, a moment later, she felt the blond man's hand on her breast, cupping it gently at first.  Then, a soft moan escaped her as his fingers found the nipple through the fabric of her shirt.

Damn it, she needed a release.  The evening had been okay - she'd enjoyed having dinner with Stephanie and Jay, who were arguably her two best friends aside from Adam - but the majority of the conversation had circled around the trial.  The walk she and her husband had taken afterward had been a bit more relaxing.  It was a positive progress on her part - she hadn't once thought of the possibility of Irvine stalking after them.

She hadn't wanted to think about him - just as now she didn't want to think about him.  All she could concentrate on was the moment at hand, on Adam and on making love to him in the next moment or so.  The anticipation of it was nearly overwhelming.

The Canadian let out a soft groan as her hands danced underneath his shirt, feeling like little birds flapping at his chest, then dancing to his back.  Her fingertips were feather-light against his skin, which drove him wild.

Adam kissed the base of her throat, and Amy dipped her head back, eyes closed as she continued toying with his shirt.  Her hands raised the hem of it, and then, too excited to take any more of this sheer torture, the tall blond man removed the garment himself, tossing it to the floor.

Next, he reached for her shirt, tugging it off of her almost roughly, another groan escaping him as he lowered his head to her breasts.  He kissed the tops of them, as they were still encased in her bra, and the redhead sighed, her hands going around to his back.  She felt her pulse and breathing quicken as some strands of his soft, long golden hair tickled her flesh pleasantly.

Then suddenly, the diva found herself swept up off her feet, and he carried her to the bed, gently laying her onto it on her back.  Their kissed grew more passionate than ever, and she felt Adam reposition her a bit, pushing her legs apart with one hand so as to settle himself between them, although they were both still dressed from the waist down.

"Oh, God..."  She moaned at the feel of him through his black jeans, could feel him throbbing and prodding against her lower extremities.  "Baby, I need you..."

The Canadian chuckled softly, lowering one hand to her cheek, and his touch was so very tender and gentle, the look in his eyes so loving that Amy nearly cried.  All of the depth of his love for her shone brightly in those magnificent emerald eyes of his.  And then, he lowered his head to hers and kissed her again, his tongue soft and gentle as it entered her mouth.

The redhead lowered her hands to the waistband of her husband's jeans, and as their kiss concluded, he raised himself up a bit so as to help her.  Before long, he was out of them, and, now only in his briefs, Adam nearly made a dive to go for her own trousers to get them off of her.

The redhead let out an audible sigh as she felt her panties slowly being drawn down her body, and she kept her eyes closed in delicious anticipation of what would happen next.  Then, she felt him between her legs, and she moaned softly as he slipped into her.

She felt the blond man's warm breath against her cheek as he thrust gently at first, then when he sensed she was ready, began to quicken his pace.  "Amy...Open your eyes, baby - look at me..."

The diva did as he requested, and she parted her lips as she met his shining green eyes.  The expression on his face was tender, loving.  Oh, God... That in itself was enough to send her spiraling over the edge...

She came so very quickly, and she reached up to grip his shoulders, drawing him even closer against her, crying out his name as she did so.  In seconds, he followed suit and released himself into her.

"Oh, God... Jesus..."

When it was over, they lay side-by-side, facing each other, and Adam smiled softly, his right hand caressing her cheek.  "You're so beautiful..."

"I love you..."

"I love you, too..."