Feel This Good

Part Three

"Damn it, where the hell are they?" Amy wondered as she and Patricia Stratigias wandered around the hotel's fourth floor. Opening the door to the stairwell, the divas peeked inside and failed to notice a door being opened, Adam and Jay stepping out of the room marked 'ice'. The blond duo making a silent dash to the elevators.

"When we find those two, I'm gonna-" Patricia's words were cut off at the ding of the elevators, signaling that someone was either entering or exiting. They snapped their heads at the direction of the elevators, cursing when they found Adam and Jay waving back at them, Adam frantically pressing the button to close the doors.

"Oh, hell no!"

Amy and Patricia broke out into a run, failing to get to the elevators before the doors closed. They banged their fists on the closed doors.

"Your asses are grass, do you hear me? I'm going to hurt you so bad that a TLC match would seem like a walk in the park... What are you doing?"

Patricia met her eyes, waving the hotel phone at her before replacing it next to her ear, "What we should have done the moment Ads and Jay ran out of our room. Calling for back-up."

Amy rolled her eyes, setting herself against the wall across of her friend, "Well, how would I have known it would be this difficult to find two blond Canadians, both of whom, by the way, like to act like a couple of Valley girls for the show?"

The blond diva ignored her, the other line finally picked up, "Jeff? Hey, it's Tricia. Listen, I need a favor. It's Ads and Jay- What? They're there? Seriously? Okay... Can you keep them there? Ames and I will be there soon. Is Chris with them? No? All right... Do not let them go anywhere... What? You're drinking? And so is Matt... Great... Yeah, see you soon."

"Wonderful," Amy muttered dryly, pushing herself away from the wall. Both divas waiting for the elevator. "Not only are we still dealing with three drunk Canadians, but the Hardy boys have decided that tonight's the perfect night to get drunk, too. Oh, and not only that, but one of the said Canadians is still M.I.A."

"Not so M.I.A now actually," Patricia muttered when the elevator doors opened to reveal their missing and very drunk friend. Amy's eyes narrowed.

"Christopher Irvine, where the hell have you been?"

"Around," he replied, scratching at the back of his head as he stepped out of the elevator. His fellow Canadian stepped into the elevator before it could close.

"I'll go check on Ads and Jay."

Nodding at the other diva, Amy crossed her arms in front of her chest, studying the man before her, "Please tell me that you weren't in the hotel bar all this time."

"I wasn't."

"Then, where were you? And you've obviously been drinking again. You look a lot more plastered than the last time I saw you."

"Does it really matter where I've been?"

Amy's eyes softened in concern, "Chris?"

He closed his eyes at the sound of his name, her arms falling to her sides in response. She reached out and placed a hand on his cheek, smiling when he leaned into her touch, "What's bothering you, sugar?

Blue eyes fluttered open and pinned her. Amy gasping at the intensity of his gaze, at the look of lust and maybe love that was staring back at her.

"Chris..."

"Do I matter to you, Ames?" Chris asked her. Chris, who was one of her closest friends. Whom she adored and had secretly been crushing on for what seemed like forever. She licked her suddenly dry lips, aware that the action had caused him to become fixated on her mouth.

"Of course you matter to me. You're one of my best friends..."

He shook his head, meeting her eyes once more, "No, not like a friend. Or a brother, or anything like that. Do I matter to you as a man? Amy... I have had feelings for you for a long damned time. Strong, romantic feelings and maybe this isn't one of the best times to tell you, but-" His words were silenced when she pressed her lips against his, the front of his shirt gathered in her fist, pulling him closer to her. His hands settled on her waist. He moaned when her tongue darted across his lips and he opened his mouth to her, his own tongue dueling with hers...

"What does that tell you?" Amy asked him as she pulled away, both of them panting for breath.

"That you're a damned good kisser..." And Amy laughed, unclenching her fist and smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt that she had caused. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stared into his eyes with a smile.

"You're not so bad yourself... But, just to be serious again. Chris, I have loved you for the longest time..." Chris's eyes widened slightly and she winced. She hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"What?"

Amy smiled innocently, knowing that she couldn't take back her words, "I've loved you for the longest time?"

"You love me?"

"Yeah, I do, " she stared down at her at his chest, unable to look him in the eyes just in case he were to tell her that that wasn't how he felt, too. His hand slipped under her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. Blue eyes filled with warmth and love and she couldn't help but smile.

"I'm glad because I love you, too," And he bent his head and captured her lips in a kiss that would leave them both breathless once again.