Irish love and Atlanta heat.
Rated: M. Cursing, heavy sex, blood, drinking,
Pairing: Stephen "Sheamus" Farrelly & Amy "Lita" Dumas.
Summary: What happens when the Queen of Xtreme falls for the Celtic Warrior?
Chapter one
Walking the halls backstage was one of Amy's favorite things to do. She could get lost for a few moments. She didn't have to be anyone, she could just be Amy. But tonight she would be more then Amy. It was the 1000th episode of Monday night Raw. Which meant tonight she would be Lita. One last time really. She hadn't even wanted to be there, not after the break up with Phil. Known to the world as Cm Punk. But she had promised Vince.
Which is why she was backstage listening to everyone freak out about tonight. Amy found the hustle and bustle enjoyable. She remembered how she would be freaking out every week as they made changes. But tonight, she had one thing to do and she knew it. So why freak out? Turing the corner she slammed hard into some. " Sorry. I wasn't paying attention." She said jumping back. " No, I should be the one sayin sorry. I wasn't lookin where I was goin." A sweet voice said reaching her ears. Looking up Amy was face to well chest with the Celtic Warrior. "No really. It was my fault, I was lost in my thoughts." She blushed. She saw her had dropped his phone. Leaning down she picked it up. "sorry again." She bit her lip but moved to walk around him.
Stephen had really been in la la land when he walked into Amy. Getting his phone he smiled. " Really, It was my fault. I'm Stephen." He smiled holding his hand out. Amy took it smiling slightly. "I'm Amy." Stephen smiled as she talked. "I know. I mean I know yer name." He blushed. This was awkward. Amy laughed softly. "Of course you do, Uh is your phone okay?" She asked looking at the phone. Stephen looked at his phone, the screen was cracked but he held it back from Amy. "Oh yeah. It's fine. Just fine." He nodded. Amy was biting her lip, it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. A blush rose up his neck. "Good luck tonight, Amy. I heard it is going to be a good match." He nodded trying to sound like he wasn't nervous.
" Thanks Stephen. Good Luck with your match tonight too. I'll be watching you." She blushed. " I mean I'll be watching you match." She stumbled over her words, which made her blush more. Stephen just smiled laughing softly. " I know what ya meant. It's alright Amy. I'll be watching ya too." He smiled nodding his head. "I should go." He said taking a step to the left the same time as Amy did. "Sorry." He laughed going to the right just as Amy did. Amy laughed softly moving to be on the wall. "Sorry." she bit her lip. Stephen simply smiled walking past her. Shaking her head she walked off. "Great going there Dumas." She thought to herself.
Looking at his phone he sighed. " Great goin there Farrelly. Could ya have made yerself look like anymore of a fan boy? Gettin all flustered and shit,." He thought to himself as he reached his locker room. Closing the door he sighed tossing his phone onto the chair. Turning on the monitor he sat down and began to stretch.
Walking towards the gorilla position she was still smiling over the weird, yet cute meeting in the hall way with Stephen. She actually found herself nervous. Amy had never been nervous in her life, so why now? Biting her lip she smiled knowing why. Because somewhere back stage, she hopped that a certain Irishman was watching her.