chapter 3 by heel princesss
Lita threw her duffel bag over her shoulder as she made the short journey from her rental to the hotel entrance. Her mood had slightly improved during the short drive, the little time alone giving her the chance to cool off and to think about the days events so far. And while she still wished that Chris had choked on a chicken bone earlier she had now come to the conclusion that spending some time with Adam might not be such a bad idea after all.
In fact she thought it might be just what she needed, she'd have no time to worry about the abomination of a human being that was Chris Jericho with her boyfriends arms wrapped around her. It was the perfect escape from reality, and perhaps another way to vent her frustrations. Maybe she would take things out on Adam after all, but just not in a bad way.
She was about to push threw the revolving door when she felt a hand come in contact with her shoulder, startled she jump back, dropping her bags and raising her fists.
Then she sighed when she spotted the culprit, moving her hands from the offensive stance to her chest, holding them there as if her heart was about to fly straight out of her body. "Jesus Christ Patricia, you scared me half to death."
The blonde giggled and reached out to touch her friends arm, "Sorry I didn't mean to frighten you."
"Well ya did!"
Another laugh escaped Trish's lips, "Too funny."
"Oh shut up!" Amy retorted, "Don't act like you wouldn't jump out of your skin if I did that too you! What in the name of all that is holy are you doing sneaking up on people so late?" She asked, her heart rate finally slowly back down.
Trish smiled, "It's not that late.. and I was just getting back from picking up some beer for the boys and wanted to see if you and Adam wanted to come hang out with us."
"Spend time with the bobbsey twins? While their drinking? No thanks. Chris and Reso are enough trouble sober, I'd rather not voluntarily hand myself over to torcher, thank you."
The Canadian woman folded her arms over her chest, "But you and Jay get along great,"
Lita nodded, "We do.. but not when he's with the evil twin.. you know ones always evil Trish and in this case it's you're boyfriend."
Shaking her head at her best friend all Trish could do was laugh, "I think you're paranoid..."
"Am I?" The red head asked, glaring at her comrade. "Need I remind you of the time the Jay passed out in the back of Adam's jeep and Chris shaved off his eyebrows... WHILE WE WERE STILL DRIVING!!!"
An eye roll was sent in Lita's direction, "That was one time!"
"OR the time when Chris got the bright idea of flushing his tie down the toilet... while he was wearing it! And then you were already asleep and I was the one who had to cut it off before he choked to death... which I probably should have let him do because then he had the audacity to complain about me ruining his tie!"
A smirk grew on Trish's lips, "Ok so maybe they don't have the brightest ideas while under the influence... but I promise I wont let anything bad happen."
Bending over Amy retrieved her dropped duffel bag, "That's like saying you can change the weather Trish.. and if you can I'd like sun tomorrow."
"Hardy-har-har smart ass. Fine, don't come and be bored."
She laughed and moved towards the door with Trish by her side, "I can't anyway, Adam has some romantic evening planned..."
"Adam does?" Trish questioned, unable to believe the statement she had just heard, "That doesn't sound like him."
Shrugging Amy looked to her friend, "Yeah it doesn't but I guess I don't have the right to complain that he wants to do something nice for me."
"Nope you don't." The Canadian said smiling, "Milk this mood he's in for all it's worth.. you just might get an engagement ring out of him yet."
The redhead swallowed the newly formed lump that had formed in her throat, "You don't think that's what all this is about do you?"
"I dunno." Trish replied, shrugging her shoulders as she did so. "I'm just saying that maybe it's about time... I mean how long have you guys been together now like four years?"Amy nodded at her friend, unable to speak. "Yeah this is way past due sweetheart... anyways I better run before the beer gets cold catch you later girlie."
Soon enough Amy had found her way to the hotel room, holding her breath as she did so. Because it seemed that her calm state had once again evaporated with Trish's talk of proposals. "Hey," She said softly, taking off her sweater and throwing it over the back of the nearest chair.
"There you are," Adam said with a smile, walking over to her and taking her hand in his, "I was beginning to think you got lost."
She followed behind him as he led her over to the candle lit dinner, "Naw I just got sidetracked talking to Trish downstairs."
A panicked look suddenly washed over his face, "Oh no was Chris with her? I don't want you coming here all angry..."
Smiling she leaned up to peck him on the cheek. "No, he wasn't. And now that we're all alone I'm in a wonderful mood."
"Great," He replied cheerfully, thumbing the back of her hand as he held it, "Then lets eat."
The red head dropped his hand suddenly, blowing out the candles before moving her arms up around his neck, "Adam just kiss me." She whispered, once again leaning up to lock her lips with his.
He kissed back quickly, the moment becoming heated as her tongue probed his mouth until he pulled back, "But what about my dinner?"
"Do you wanna get laid or not?"
The Canadian seemed to think about it only for a split second before the thought of food was thrown out the window and his hands were roaming over her body. She moaned against his lips, her fingers trailing down his chest to quickly undue the buttons of his dress shirt.
It seemed that she was in a rather controlling mood as she completely dominated the situation, slamming her boyfriend into the wall during the frantic search in the dark for the bed. Frustrated she pushed him back onto the table, sweeping all the food off of it before she did so.
"Amy baby what's gotten into you?"
She didn't bother to answer his question as she practically ripped her shirt as she peeled it up over her head. It was then that she went to work on his belt buckle, fighting anxiously to rid him of any and all clothing.
"Slow down." He demanded, to which she responded... "I can't."
Afterwards as she laid there revelling in the silence, her eyes counted the white tiles on the ceiling. The moment seemed perfect, except for one small detail... she couldn't even begin to explain the animalistic way that she had acted. All she he could come up with was that she was frustrated, angry and felt like she had something to prove.. which for some reason made her try and solve all those things using Adam. Not to mention that she didn't want to give him a chance to pop any questions, because change was something that she hated and the red head wasn't sure she was ready for such an important decision.
Rolling over so that he was curled into her body Adam draped his arm across her still naked form, "Whatever I did last night remind me to keep doing it." He whispered, pressing his mouth to her ear.
Amy smirked and turned her body into him, her hand rising up to stroke his face, "I wasn't too wild for you?"
He looked at her funny for a moment, "There's a such thing?"
A laugh escaped her lips before she pulled away from him and dragged herself out of the comfy bed. "Where are you going?" He asked confused, sitting up suddenly as he watched her gorgeous body head towards the bathroom.
"I think I need a shower," She said with a wink, before her eyes fell on the garbage can poking out of the kitchen area. Amy stopped and smiled, picking up the empty carton of take-out Chinese food, "You cheater... I can't believe all the grief you gave me over ruining your meal when you didn't even cook it."
The blonde man smiled deviously, "Ok you caught me...maybe you should punish me." He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.
Shaking her head she entered the bathroom, but not before turning around to smirk at him, "Well are you coming or not?"
It didn't take him long to make his answer clear as he hopped out of bed faster then speeding bullet to chase her, resulting in even more laughs from his girlfriend, "What?" He said coyly, "You sure as hell don't have to ask me twice."
Adam limped towards the small table in the hotel restaurant where his two Canadian comrades were already seated. "Thanks for waiting for me..." He said sarcastically, glaring at Jason who was shovelling eggs into his mouth with a fork in each hand.
"He got hungry..." Chris explained laughing as he looked up from his own breakfast. It was then that he notice how hard it was for Adam to sit down as he watched his friend wince as he eased into the chair across from him. "Wo bro what happened to you? Did you tear something in you're match with Taker last night?"
He shook his head, "No it wasn't Mark that did this to me..."
"If it wasn't your match then what?" He asked, curiosity getting the best of him. Even Jay had stopped piling food into his gob to look up with peeked interest.
Adam smirked, "Oh it was a match alright... but a mattress match with Amy. Well first it was the table, then the bed, then the shower and then the bed again..."
Chris nearly drowned in the sip of orange juice he had taken, "She did this to you."
"Yup," He replied quickly, "And I sure as hell ain't complaining."
The other man continued to shake his head, "Wow I didn't think the Ice bitch had it in her."
"Hey now that's my girlfriend you're talking about buddy."
Jericho raised his hands in defeat.. "Sorry... but at least it's not as bad as her nick name for me..."
Laughing Jay stopped eating once again, "Yeah Satan's Predecessor really takes the cake." He said with a smile, standing up with his empty plate in hand. "And speaking of which I thought I saw some on the buffet."
"Dude that's disgusting," Chris said as he scrunched up his face, "It's eight o'clock in the morning."
Jay simply looked at him bewildered... "Yeah and your point is?"
