SmackDown taping, Washington State
Stephanie stalked the hallways of the arena, the wheels of her mind in constant motion.
She was thinking about her last session with Dr. Fischer. She fumed inwardly as she recalled the way the man had patronized her about love, and about her feelings for Adam.
When the session had ended, Steph had declared that she would no longer need the psychologist's services. Naturally, Fischer had attempted to change her mind and tried to convince her that it wasn't a good idea - that in his "professional opinion," it would benefit her to continue with him. Of course he would say that - he didn't want to lose a job, and, with it, the big bucks she paid him every time they met.
He hadn't swayed her. Stephanie had coldly refused. She was sorry she hadn't told the man to go fuck himself after everything he'd said to her - after he'd completely belittled her feelings for Adam.
She stared at the closed door of the locker room she was suddenly standing before. She blinked and turned her head from left to right. Nobody was around.
Holding her breath, Stephanie turned the doorknob and pushed her way into the locker room that Adam and Jay were sharing for the night. She knew neither of them were inside - she'd seen Jay a few minutes ago with Trish the bitch and Adam was due for his match in ten to fifteen minutes.
Steph knew she was taking a bit of a risk entering this locker room. She hadn't dared attempt such a thing since last month. But after what had happened - after the "shower incident," as she thought of it, she had to be careful.
Stephanie glanced around the room. A pair of Adam's wrestling tights lay on the back of a chair. They were platinum ones with black designs and "Edge" printed on the legs. She felt drawn to them and picked them up, rubbing the glossy fabric against her skin. She caressed the crotch, envisioning Adam wearing them while she did this.
"Oh, Adam," she whispered sadly. "Just let me love you..." She continued rubbing the tights against her face, lovingly stroking her cheek against them, her eyes closed. She felt as though she might cry as she continued to envision Adam there.
Stephanie lingered in the room so long that she didn't keep track of the amount of time she was there. She was still holding onto Adam's tights when she suddenly became aware of voices directly outside the door.
She nearly panicked, her jaw dropping, mouth open wide. Steph quickly glanced around the small room, seeking a place to hide. Oh, God, she thought. She recognized the voices as being Adam and Amy's. Adam's match must have just ended, and they were heading back.
Stephanie nearly ran to the showers but told herself she was a sitting duck if she went there, because Adam at least would obviously want to shower after his match. She spun on her heel and instead ran to the small bathroom nearby that contained only a toilet and sink. She shut and locked the door behind her, not turning on the light, her breathing heavy. She mentally cursed herself a few seconds later, remembering that Amy was in the earlier stages of pregnancy. She prayed that the other woman would not need to suddenly use the bathroom.
*
Adam turned the knob of the door of the locker room he and Jay were sharing. Amy walked in and he followed, and they both looked around.
"Jay's not here," Adam said with a lascivious grin, all his teeth displayed.
Amy grinned back at him. "Good..." She moved forward until she was in his arms. "...This might sound like a silly thing to say, but I can't wait till I'm able to mix it up with your opponents again."
"Oh, yeah?" Adam nuzzled her neck.
"Yeah..." Amy murmured, savoring the feel of his lips and tongue against her skin. "...I like physically helping out my man."
"Mmm...then why don't you help him out in the shower?" Adam said playfully as he gazed down into her eyes intensely. He gently backed her against the wall, moving his hands up to either side of her face.
Amy smiled up at him, her eyes never wavering from his. "Sounds like a good idea..."
Adam chuckled and lowered his lips on hers, kissing her deeply and passionately. Amy kissed him back, loving the feel of his hot tongue pressed against hers.
*
Enveloped in the darkness of the bathroom, leaning against the door, one hand pressed against it, Stephanie nearly let out an audible gasp. They were right in the next room, and they were going to have sex in the shower! She thought she was going to be sick.
It should be me out there kissing him, Steph thought bitterly. Her heart pounded in double beat a moment later when she heard Adam utter, "I love you."
I love you, too, she thought. Her romantic thoughts turned to disgust when she heard Amy say those exact words a second later.
Stephanie frowned as she pressed her ear to the bathroom door. She heard more kissing, soft moans, and what she knew to be the sounds of clothing being removed. She was so upset, she nearly hit the door with one hand. Her right hand was poised to slam palm into it, but she stopped herself just before she reached the door. She hated her life.
*
After Adam had his wrestling boots unlaced and off and Amy had her shoes off, he pulled her into his embrace and kissed her. She kissed him back and toyed with the waistband of his red velvet tights, allowing her hand entrance at the back of them. She gently squeezed one of his buttocks and giggled as they continued to kiss.
Adam lifted up Amy's shirt, which was red, as she liked to color coordinate with him, and tossed it onto the floor. As Amy continued to giggle, Adam lowered his head to her chest and bit a piece of black lace that was the top of one of her bra cups. Amy twined her fingers into his long, soft blond locks and lifted his head to hers to kiss his lips again.
