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"To the Moon and Back," is by Savage Garden and is not mine.
If you would like to use the story, please ask first, thanks.
Chapter 11: To the Moon and Back
In a daze, Amy slowly followed the police officers down the hall and into a dimly lit room. Amy gasped in surprise at the other frowning woman on the other side of the plexi-glass.
"Torrie!" she gasped.
"You know her?" the policeman asked, turning to look at her.
Amy nodded, "She and Stacy are friends." A second policeman led out Stephanie and Shawn next. Amy's jaw dropped in shock as a woman police officer brought a frightened looking Stacy out. *You weren't counting on get caught were you?!* Amy thought to herself. She could practically feel her blood boiling. As the police officer turned to her, the range of emotions traveling across her face, did not escape him.
"We have a full confession from Ms. Wilson and Ms. Keibler," he said softly. "At the time of your accident, Torrie was in the passenger seat of the oncoming car."
"What?" Amy asked in disbelief. Amy squeezed her eyes shut, searching her memory for something more: She turned her head to look at the car, the windows were very darkly tinted, but she could still make out the silhouette of the driver's head. She remembered a hand on the dashboard, but it couldn't have been Stacey's because she had quite clearly seen two hands on the wheel, thanks to the light of the silvery moon.
Amy opened her eyes, "I remember. I saw a hand resting on the dashboard, while both of Stacy's hands gripped the steering wheel," Amy explained, smiling triumphantly.
The officer smiled, "Good." His smile deepened into a frown, "I'm afraid we will need you to testify against them as a witness. Some of your friends may be needed as witnesses as well." Nodding in understanding, Amy swallowed hard and shook her head yes.
"How did you manage to capture Stacy anyway? I thought she would have been long gone by now?" Amy asked, surprise evident in her voice.
"We went to the address Ms. Stratus gave us and found Ms. Keibler there, unconscious."
"Unconscious, why would she be unconscious? She didn't try to commit suicide did she?" Amy asked anxiously.
"Well, I don't think so, she started to wake up as we pulled into the police department parking lot."
"That's really strange," Amy said thoughtfully, half to herself.
"What's really ironic is we found an audio tape in her hotel room, explaining everything. The deputy and I listened to it earlier. We think it's important you hear it as well." His tone grave, he pushed the "play" button.
The next day:
"I didn't really want to hurt you Matt, but I had to stall until Trish came out as back - up. The moonsault was a last minute decision, because I was expecting a certain blonde to come out," Amy emphasized, giving Trish a look.
"Hey!" Trish exclaimed, ready to defend herself.
"She was just taking a few extra moments primping - for me!" Jeff exclaimed, grinning. Trish playfully hit him in the chest.
"Anyway," Amy continued, "I was hoping, with any luck, the police would be accompanying Trish too. "Thanks for all your help Trish, I really appreciate it," Amy said gratefully.
"Your welcome, what are friends for," she said with a smile. Jeff, sensing there was a need to express more, between Matt and Amy, got up off the hotel room floor, giving Trish a hand up as well.
"We'll see you guys later," Jeff said. With his hand against the small of Trish's back, Jeff gently guided her out of the room.
After Jeff closed the door behind him, Trish turned to him, "You know I happened to stumble on that towel picture of yours. You do know it's posted all over the web, don't you?" Trish asked, her eyes glinting mischievously.
Jeff ran a hand through his orange hair, "Oh geeze, you surf Hardy web - sites too?!" he exclaimed, embarrassed.
"Actually, Amy told me about it."
"Darn, Matt must have told Amy." *In that case, he probably won't mind much when he finds out I told Amy about his belt picture,* he thought to himself with a smile.
"I think it's cute, I'd like to get to know that more carefree, frivolous side of you," Trish said.
Jeff smiled, "Really? In that case, maybe I should pose for another one, I mean the chicks do dig me.." he trailed off, a grin splitting his face.
"Oh know you don't, one chick digging you is enough," Trish replied with mock severity, looping her arm through his.
"So, does this mean I'm forgiven?" Jeff asked innocently.
"I suppose so," Trish responded, reaching up to give him a kiss on the lips, "but tomorrow I want you to meet my brother and a little groveling wouldn't hurt..."
"You're not really in love with Jericho then?" Matt asked hopefully.
Amy shook her head and smiled, "Nope. Actually, I'm in lo..." Amy stopped in mid-sentence as a knock sounded at the door.
Sighing, Matt got up to open the door, "Jericho!"
"Matt, I wanted to explain, Amy and I aren't.."
Matt smiled, "It's okay, I know, she told me all about it."
"Whew, my job is to call Stephanie a skanky ho, not have people calling me one, it would ruin my reputation," Chris said, relieved. Chris popped his head out of the door as Matt closed it.
"Okay Amy, keep going, I'm listen..." Matt sighed as he looked over at Amy. Curled up on the floor, she was sound asleep. Gently, Matt picked Amy up and laid her down on his bed. *I guess I'll be bunking with Jericho tonight.*
The following morning:
Amy awoke to the sound of light snoring. Her eyes popped open, *Okay, whose room am I in?!* she thought anxiously. She turned her head to see Jeff opposite her, his orange hair fanning out all around him on the pillow.
She got up and tip-toed over to his bed. Leaning over, Amy kissed his forehead, *He looks so innocent, peaceful, just like a little kid,* she thought fondly, as she stroked his hair softly. Just then the door opened and Matt walked in. Frowning, he said stiffly, "Oh, I'll come back later." As he started to close the door, he felt a hand on his arm.
"Don't be silly Matt. Just because of what you heard
about Jericho and I does not mean that I'm going to start dating any guy that walks," Amy said in frustration. "Well, all except one," she said softly. So quit being so jealous, and start learning to knock once in a while," Amy reprimanded gently, a smile on her face.
His frown turned upside down, "Okay," he replied hesitantly.
Just then the phone rang. *Darn it!* she thought to herself in frustration.
Her face paled when the person introduced themselves on the phone.
"What is it, what's wrong?" Matt asked as a bleary-eyed Jeff sat up in bed.
"The trial is today, they need Trish and I to testify."
The courtroom:
Nervously, Amy sat down and put her hand on the Bible as the Bailiff swore her in. She relayed the story as best she could. Trish did the same when it was her turn, explaining how Amy had come to her, unsure of what to do first.
Okay, ladies and gentleman of the court, now let me present one more crucial piece of evidence," the prosecutor stated. The bailiff handed him a small tape player, "This will end all doubt in your mind of Ms. Keibler's innocence!" he exclaimed. Stephanie and Shawn gasped in shock as she heard Stacy's voice on the tape. *She hung us out to dry!* Stephanie thought angrily.
Amy listened intently, as Stacy's voice took on a British accent. "There are many things my friends don't know about me, one of which is I took a language course in college.
Well, I can't live with the guilt of trying to kill Amy, so I'm giving myself up. The torture of being in jail pains me so much, that by the time you hear this I should be dead." A gasp filtered around the room. After a pause, Stacy continued, "Stephanie and Shawn knew about my goal, but I swore them to secrecy. They are only accomplices, I hope they don't get too long a sentence. Torrie has been my support throughout this whole ordeal and is just as guilty as I," Stacy's voice replied calmly.
Torrie jumped up from her seat, "That's not true! Stacy has another partner who was helping her more than I, a man!" Irritated, the police officer behind her, placed his hand on her shoulder and shoved her back down in the seat.
"That's enough, order, order in the court!" the Judge bellowed.
"What do you have to say for yourself Ms. Keibler?" he asked.
For the first time that day, Stacy spoke up, "I didn't do it your Honor, that's not my voice on the tape recorder," she said succinctly. "And who else would you presume it is Ms. Keibler?" the Judge mocked. "You can drop the accent now. Where you're going, you won't be needing aristocracy," he threatened. Confusion in her eyes, she swallowed hard. "I Suppose you're name isn't Stacy either," he mocked.
"Actually no, my name is Sab..." she stopped, realizing practically the whole room was staring at her open-mouthed. *The accent is real,* raced through her head, but she made up her mind not to say anything more, since it would only invoke more laughs from everyone. *I will not increase my status as a laughing stock,* she thought firmly. The jury walked into the back room to make their decision. After only 10 minutes of deliberation, the jury emerged.
"Well, what do you have to say?" the Judge asked irritably, wanting to break for lunch.
"Guilty," they stated simply.
"Alright Ms. Keibler, I hope you're ready to serve three years in the local prison for attempted murder. As for your accomplices, be prepared to serve a minimum of one year."
Shawn jumped up, "What! You can't do that!"
"I just did," the Judge responded bluntly. Take him away!"
It took two guards to lead an irate Shawn out of the room, followed by an angry McMahon, "Burn me once, shame on you Stacy," Stephanie hissed, "I will seek my revenge." Her eyes shot daggers at Stacy, who was only a few feet away. Stacy shrank back in fear. Both Stacy and Torrie was very subdued as they were led away, almost as if in shock.
In the twilight, in the evening:
"Well, that's a load of crock! Stacy thinks too highly of herself to do herself in," Chris declared firmly. Forlorn, Chris plopped his chin in his hands, "Besides, now I'll have no one torture. Stephanie was the only one worth making fun of."
"I agree Chris," Amy said thoughtfully, "something's not right. There's too many holes in the story."
Chris held up his hands, "Whoa, whoa, I wasn't talking about that, Stacy can stay in jail for all I care."
"Think about it though, why did she still talk in the British accent? If she's American she wouldn't have to, and what about fingerprints? Did the police ever check the car for fingerprints?"
Trish spoke up, "They couldn't find the car." Everyone turned to stare at her in surprise. Ignoring the many pairs of eyes on her, Trish continued, "One of the officers, the one who told you about the tape, told me they found no trace of the offending vehicle."
"You're kidding me?" Amy asked, eyes gleaming. Excitedly, she leaned forward.
"I wish," Trish said with a shake of her head.
"So let me get this straight, the person that tried to kill you, you now want to help?" Jeff asked, perplexed.
"Noo," Amy said slowly, "not exactly. I just think there should be a deeper investigation into the matter."
Amy rose up out of her chair abruptly, "If you all will excuse me a minute." Taking a deep breath, Amy rushed off the patio of the restaurant and made her way to the front door. Looking up into the night sky, she took a deep breath and ran a hand through her long, auburn tresses. A hand rested on her shoulder. Normally, Amy would have jumped, but instead she whirled around and buried her face in Matt's chest. He wrapped his arms securely around her, surprised.
"How did you know it was me?"
"I just knew." Her words were muffled against the softness of his blue plaid shirt.
"You going to be okay?" he asked, tilting her chin up so he could look into her eyes.
"There's just so much going on. I'm still in shock that all this even happened. Stacy actually hated me so much she was willing to kill me."
"The question that keeps plaguing my mind though is why would she want to kill you?" Matt asked innocently.
Amy laughed, distractedly running her hands across Matt's chest in an attempt to smooth out a few wrinkles in his shirt. Looking down at her graceful fingers, Matt gulped.
"You."
Matt looked up at her in surprise, "She wouldn't have gone that far though," he said with a shake of his head.
Amy stepped away from him, "Yes, she would have. I've seen the way she looks at you. She would have done anything to get you, apparently even murder."
Matt stared at Amy, unwilling to believe it. He thought back to the first day after Amy's accident - there was so much hatred in her eyes for Amy. Stacy had been chasing him for a long time, but had never attempted to kiss him when Amy was there, until that first day - it was like she knew."
"She would have gone to the moon and back for you," Amy said quietly, staring down at her hands.
Matt took her hands in his, "And you don't think I'd do the same for you?" he asked, ever serious. He pressed his lips to her hands, "I would move Heaven and Earth for you if I could." He noticed two wet drops on her cheeks, "Hey, are you crying?" he asked in surprise.
She shook her head, "Not yet," Amy smiled through the mist showering them. "It's just a little rain."
Matt took her hand, "In that case, we'd better go back inside before we get drenched."
Amy shook her head, real tears starting to stream down her cheeks, "I know you would - if you could."
Smiling, no longer caring that the rain was cascading down on them in torrents, Matt gently slid his hands down her cheeks, and rested his forehead against hers, "I love you Red."
"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that."
"I have an inkling," Matt said with a smile, as he bent his head to kiss her. Eagerly, Amy returned the kiss, her hands sliding down his own wet cheeks to his soaking wet shirt.
"You know," Amy said, pulling back, "I heard about this picture of you wearing nothing but a belt."
"Aw geeze," Matt ran a hand over his wet face in embarrassment, "Jeff told you didn't he?"
Amy nodded, smiling, "Don't get mad at him though," she said softly.
"And why not?" he asked indignantly, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"You have know idea how many hits that site gets," Amy replied with a wicked grin.
"Why you!" he growled, chasing after her. She screeched as Matt raced after her, to the restaurant door. "Got ya!" he exclaimed, grabbing her around the waist. She turned around in his arms, linking her hands behind his neck.
"This feels so right," she murmured, as she rested her head against his chest, just content to listen to the rapid beating of his heart.
"To the Moon and Back," is by Savage Garden and is not mine.
If you would like to use the story, please ask first, thanks.
Chapter 11: To the Moon and Back
In a daze, Amy slowly followed the police officers down the hall and into a dimly lit room. Amy gasped in surprise at the other frowning woman on the other side of the plexi-glass.
"Torrie!" she gasped.
"You know her?" the policeman asked, turning to look at her.
Amy nodded, "She and Stacy are friends." A second policeman led out Stephanie and Shawn next. Amy's jaw dropped in shock as a woman police officer brought a frightened looking Stacy out. *You weren't counting on get caught were you?!* Amy thought to herself. She could practically feel her blood boiling. As the police officer turned to her, the range of emotions traveling across her face, did not escape him.
"We have a full confession from Ms. Wilson and Ms. Keibler," he said softly. "At the time of your accident, Torrie was in the passenger seat of the oncoming car."
"What?" Amy asked in disbelief. Amy squeezed her eyes shut, searching her memory for something more: She turned her head to look at the car, the windows were very darkly tinted, but she could still make out the silhouette of the driver's head. She remembered a hand on the dashboard, but it couldn't have been Stacey's because she had quite clearly seen two hands on the wheel, thanks to the light of the silvery moon.
Amy opened her eyes, "I remember. I saw a hand resting on the dashboard, while both of Stacy's hands gripped the steering wheel," Amy explained, smiling triumphantly.
The officer smiled, "Good." His smile deepened into a frown, "I'm afraid we will need you to testify against them as a witness. Some of your friends may be needed as witnesses as well." Nodding in understanding, Amy swallowed hard and shook her head yes.
"How did you manage to capture Stacy anyway? I thought she would have been long gone by now?" Amy asked, surprise evident in her voice.
"We went to the address Ms. Stratus gave us and found Ms. Keibler there, unconscious."
"Unconscious, why would she be unconscious? She didn't try to commit suicide did she?" Amy asked anxiously.
"Well, I don't think so, she started to wake up as we pulled into the police department parking lot."
"That's really strange," Amy said thoughtfully, half to herself.
"What's really ironic is we found an audio tape in her hotel room, explaining everything. The deputy and I listened to it earlier. We think it's important you hear it as well." His tone grave, he pushed the "play" button.
The next day:
"I didn't really want to hurt you Matt, but I had to stall until Trish came out as back - up. The moonsault was a last minute decision, because I was expecting a certain blonde to come out," Amy emphasized, giving Trish a look.
"Hey!" Trish exclaimed, ready to defend herself.
"She was just taking a few extra moments primping - for me!" Jeff exclaimed, grinning. Trish playfully hit him in the chest.
"Anyway," Amy continued, "I was hoping, with any luck, the police would be accompanying Trish too. "Thanks for all your help Trish, I really appreciate it," Amy said gratefully.
"Your welcome, what are friends for," she said with a smile. Jeff, sensing there was a need to express more, between Matt and Amy, got up off the hotel room floor, giving Trish a hand up as well.
"We'll see you guys later," Jeff said. With his hand against the small of Trish's back, Jeff gently guided her out of the room.
After Jeff closed the door behind him, Trish turned to him, "You know I happened to stumble on that towel picture of yours. You do know it's posted all over the web, don't you?" Trish asked, her eyes glinting mischievously.
Jeff ran a hand through his orange hair, "Oh geeze, you surf Hardy web - sites too?!" he exclaimed, embarrassed.
"Actually, Amy told me about it."
"Darn, Matt must have told Amy." *In that case, he probably won't mind much when he finds out I told Amy about his belt picture,* he thought to himself with a smile.
"I think it's cute, I'd like to get to know that more carefree, frivolous side of you," Trish said.
Jeff smiled, "Really? In that case, maybe I should pose for another one, I mean the chicks do dig me.." he trailed off, a grin splitting his face.
"Oh know you don't, one chick digging you is enough," Trish replied with mock severity, looping her arm through his.
"So, does this mean I'm forgiven?" Jeff asked innocently.
"I suppose so," Trish responded, reaching up to give him a kiss on the lips, "but tomorrow I want you to meet my brother and a little groveling wouldn't hurt..."
"You're not really in love with Jericho then?" Matt asked hopefully.
Amy shook her head and smiled, "Nope. Actually, I'm in lo..." Amy stopped in mid-sentence as a knock sounded at the door.
Sighing, Matt got up to open the door, "Jericho!"
"Matt, I wanted to explain, Amy and I aren't.."
Matt smiled, "It's okay, I know, she told me all about it."
"Whew, my job is to call Stephanie a skanky ho, not have people calling me one, it would ruin my reputation," Chris said, relieved. Chris popped his head out of the door as Matt closed it.
"Okay Amy, keep going, I'm listen..." Matt sighed as he looked over at Amy. Curled up on the floor, she was sound asleep. Gently, Matt picked Amy up and laid her down on his bed. *I guess I'll be bunking with Jericho tonight.*
The following morning:
Amy awoke to the sound of light snoring. Her eyes popped open, *Okay, whose room am I in?!* she thought anxiously. She turned her head to see Jeff opposite her, his orange hair fanning out all around him on the pillow.
She got up and tip-toed over to his bed. Leaning over, Amy kissed his forehead, *He looks so innocent, peaceful, just like a little kid,* she thought fondly, as she stroked his hair softly. Just then the door opened and Matt walked in. Frowning, he said stiffly, "Oh, I'll come back later." As he started to close the door, he felt a hand on his arm.
"Don't be silly Matt. Just because of what you heard
about Jericho and I does not mean that I'm going to start dating any guy that walks," Amy said in frustration. "Well, all except one," she said softly. So quit being so jealous, and start learning to knock once in a while," Amy reprimanded gently, a smile on her face.
His frown turned upside down, "Okay," he replied hesitantly.
Just then the phone rang. *Darn it!* she thought to herself in frustration.
Her face paled when the person introduced themselves on the phone.
"What is it, what's wrong?" Matt asked as a bleary-eyed Jeff sat up in bed.
"The trial is today, they need Trish and I to testify."
The courtroom:
Nervously, Amy sat down and put her hand on the Bible as the Bailiff swore her in. She relayed the story as best she could. Trish did the same when it was her turn, explaining how Amy had come to her, unsure of what to do first.
Okay, ladies and gentleman of the court, now let me present one more crucial piece of evidence," the prosecutor stated. The bailiff handed him a small tape player, "This will end all doubt in your mind of Ms. Keibler's innocence!" he exclaimed. Stephanie and Shawn gasped in shock as she heard Stacy's voice on the tape. *She hung us out to dry!* Stephanie thought angrily.
Amy listened intently, as Stacy's voice took on a British accent. "There are many things my friends don't know about me, one of which is I took a language course in college.
Well, I can't live with the guilt of trying to kill Amy, so I'm giving myself up. The torture of being in jail pains me so much, that by the time you hear this I should be dead." A gasp filtered around the room. After a pause, Stacy continued, "Stephanie and Shawn knew about my goal, but I swore them to secrecy. They are only accomplices, I hope they don't get too long a sentence. Torrie has been my support throughout this whole ordeal and is just as guilty as I," Stacy's voice replied calmly.
Torrie jumped up from her seat, "That's not true! Stacy has another partner who was helping her more than I, a man!" Irritated, the police officer behind her, placed his hand on her shoulder and shoved her back down in the seat.
"That's enough, order, order in the court!" the Judge bellowed.
"What do you have to say for yourself Ms. Keibler?" he asked.
For the first time that day, Stacy spoke up, "I didn't do it your Honor, that's not my voice on the tape recorder," she said succinctly. "And who else would you presume it is Ms. Keibler?" the Judge mocked. "You can drop the accent now. Where you're going, you won't be needing aristocracy," he threatened. Confusion in her eyes, she swallowed hard. "I Suppose you're name isn't Stacy either," he mocked.
"Actually no, my name is Sab..." she stopped, realizing practically the whole room was staring at her open-mouthed. *The accent is real,* raced through her head, but she made up her mind not to say anything more, since it would only invoke more laughs from everyone. *I will not increase my status as a laughing stock,* she thought firmly. The jury walked into the back room to make their decision. After only 10 minutes of deliberation, the jury emerged.
"Well, what do you have to say?" the Judge asked irritably, wanting to break for lunch.
"Guilty," they stated simply.
"Alright Ms. Keibler, I hope you're ready to serve three years in the local prison for attempted murder. As for your accomplices, be prepared to serve a minimum of one year."
Shawn jumped up, "What! You can't do that!"
"I just did," the Judge responded bluntly. Take him away!"
It took two guards to lead an irate Shawn out of the room, followed by an angry McMahon, "Burn me once, shame on you Stacy," Stephanie hissed, "I will seek my revenge." Her eyes shot daggers at Stacy, who was only a few feet away. Stacy shrank back in fear. Both Stacy and Torrie was very subdued as they were led away, almost as if in shock.
In the twilight, in the evening:
"Well, that's a load of crock! Stacy thinks too highly of herself to do herself in," Chris declared firmly. Forlorn, Chris plopped his chin in his hands, "Besides, now I'll have no one torture. Stephanie was the only one worth making fun of."
"I agree Chris," Amy said thoughtfully, "something's not right. There's too many holes in the story."
Chris held up his hands, "Whoa, whoa, I wasn't talking about that, Stacy can stay in jail for all I care."
"Think about it though, why did she still talk in the British accent? If she's American she wouldn't have to, and what about fingerprints? Did the police ever check the car for fingerprints?"
Trish spoke up, "They couldn't find the car." Everyone turned to stare at her in surprise. Ignoring the many pairs of eyes on her, Trish continued, "One of the officers, the one who told you about the tape, told me they found no trace of the offending vehicle."
"You're kidding me?" Amy asked, eyes gleaming. Excitedly, she leaned forward.
"I wish," Trish said with a shake of her head.
"So let me get this straight, the person that tried to kill you, you now want to help?" Jeff asked, perplexed.
"Noo," Amy said slowly, "not exactly. I just think there should be a deeper investigation into the matter."
Amy rose up out of her chair abruptly, "If you all will excuse me a minute." Taking a deep breath, Amy rushed off the patio of the restaurant and made her way to the front door. Looking up into the night sky, she took a deep breath and ran a hand through her long, auburn tresses. A hand rested on her shoulder. Normally, Amy would have jumped, but instead she whirled around and buried her face in Matt's chest. He wrapped his arms securely around her, surprised.
"How did you know it was me?"
"I just knew." Her words were muffled against the softness of his blue plaid shirt.
"You going to be okay?" he asked, tilting her chin up so he could look into her eyes.
"There's just so much going on. I'm still in shock that all this even happened. Stacy actually hated me so much she was willing to kill me."
"The question that keeps plaguing my mind though is why would she want to kill you?" Matt asked innocently.
Amy laughed, distractedly running her hands across Matt's chest in an attempt to smooth out a few wrinkles in his shirt. Looking down at her graceful fingers, Matt gulped.
"You."
Matt looked up at her in surprise, "She wouldn't have gone that far though," he said with a shake of his head.
Amy stepped away from him, "Yes, she would have. I've seen the way she looks at you. She would have done anything to get you, apparently even murder."
Matt stared at Amy, unwilling to believe it. He thought back to the first day after Amy's accident - there was so much hatred in her eyes for Amy. Stacy had been chasing him for a long time, but had never attempted to kiss him when Amy was there, until that first day - it was like she knew."
"She would have gone to the moon and back for you," Amy said quietly, staring down at her hands.
Matt took her hands in his, "And you don't think I'd do the same for you?" he asked, ever serious. He pressed his lips to her hands, "I would move Heaven and Earth for you if I could." He noticed two wet drops on her cheeks, "Hey, are you crying?" he asked in surprise.
She shook her head, "Not yet," Amy smiled through the mist showering them. "It's just a little rain."
Matt took her hand, "In that case, we'd better go back inside before we get drenched."
Amy shook her head, real tears starting to stream down her cheeks, "I know you would - if you could."
Smiling, no longer caring that the rain was cascading down on them in torrents, Matt gently slid his hands down her cheeks, and rested his forehead against hers, "I love you Red."
"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that."
"I have an inkling," Matt said with a smile, as he bent his head to kiss her. Eagerly, Amy returned the kiss, her hands sliding down his own wet cheeks to his soaking wet shirt.
"You know," Amy said, pulling back, "I heard about this picture of you wearing nothing but a belt."
"Aw geeze," Matt ran a hand over his wet face in embarrassment, "Jeff told you didn't he?"
Amy nodded, smiling, "Don't get mad at him though," she said softly.
"And why not?" he asked indignantly, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"You have know idea how many hits that site gets," Amy replied with a wicked grin.
"Why you!" he growled, chasing after her. She screeched as Matt raced after her, to the restaurant door. "Got ya!" he exclaimed, grabbing her around the waist. She turned around in his arms, linking her hands behind his neck.
"This feels so right," she murmured, as she rested her head against his chest, just content to listen to the rapid beating of his heart.
