"Please ...?"

"No! I hate wearing them."

"But your ass! Come on, baby."

I whine incoherently. "But they're so hard to get off!"

"Get ... off ..." He grins.

"Shut up, dumbass."

He pouts. "They make your butt look so sexy."

"If you loved me," I coax sweetly. "You wouldn't make me wear them."

"If YOU loved ME," He's looking satisfied with his counter. "You'd do anything to make me happy."

I sigh in defeat, rolling my eyes to the ceiling. "What color."

"BLACK," He grins, scrambling to his knees on the bed and crawling to where I stand at the foot. He gives me a quick kiss. "I love you."

"You better," I grunt and turn.

"Do the shirt too!" He calls after me as I head for the bathroom. "And the hair!"

A few minutes later, I'm standing in the middle of our bedroom at eleven thirty on a Saturday night in my ring gear. He hits a switch on the remote in his hand and the CD player turns on at full blast. "CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! At last, you're on your own!"

My shoulders slump. "You're fucking sick, I hope you know."

"Oh Christian," He sighs happily.

"Stop swooning," I snap. "I'm going to vomit. I don't get you half as excited as Christian does."

He grins, crawling forward. "Do the shoulder thing."

"WHAT."

"Do it!"

"I hope you're not serious," I raise my eyebrows.

He remains silent, waiting, with that stupid smirk stuck on his face.

I issue an annoyed sigh and comply with dejection. "Okay, are you happy now? Can we cut the music?"

He laughs. "You're embarrassed."

"Am not," I defend, although he's right. "You're just an idiot."

"You're embarrassed," His voice sings, amused.

"Shut off the fucking music, EDGE."

"Ooh, Christian is getting angsty," He taunts, flickering his tongue lewdly.

"What if I made YOU wear YOUR spandex?" I challenge.

He pauses, smiling faintly. "Well, maybe I'd wear it."

"I can't believe how hard you are right now," I muse, offended.

"What can I say? Christian turns my crank."

My eyes narrow. "You're not having Christian tonight. Me or nobody."

"Aw," His face falls. "Why?"

A moment passes in which anger bubbles float up through my vision. "You're a dick," I conclude and turn back to the bathroom to change.

"Oh, JAY!" He calls after me. The music is silenced as I slam the door behind me. "I didn't mean it like that! Goddamnit."

I pull off my clingy ring clothes and climb into the empty bathtub as Adam apologizes profusely from the other side of the door.

"Baby, you know I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry! I can't help it, you look so sexy when you wear that stuff ... but just because it turns me on don't mean I don't love you as you are. I'd make love to you over fucking Christian any day." He sighs. "I'm sorry; I won't ask you to do it anymore."

I smile lightly but make no reply.

It's quiet, save for a soft, snapping sound. "I broke the cd," Adam says as two halves slide beneath the door.

I laugh in spite of myself.

It's enough; he opens to door slowly and comes to stand over me, crossing arms over his chest and grinning again. "Naked in a bathtub - definitely hotter than Christian."

Again I smile; there is no doubt in my mind that this man is the one man I will never be able to stay angry with.

He drops to his knees beside the tub, resting his chin on the porcelain and looking up at me through thick eyelashes with the sincerest of pouts. "I'm sorry."

"Well how can I resist that face?" I laugh, wrapping an arm around his neck and leaning over to capture his lips. He smiles against my mouth and I pull away to make my own apology. "I know I over-reacted ... but it just hit me the wrong way, you know?"

"Want me to hit you the right way?" He asks with a devilish gleam to his eye.

I raise an eyebrow. "What? You mean you're gonna ... SPEAR ME?"

"Nope," He rises to his feet and climbs up onto the sides of the bathtub with one foot on each ledge so that he's squatting over me. "That's Edge. Adam doesn't spear people."

"Then what does he do?" I smile coyly from beneath him.

"Well, maybe some of this," He leans forward, kissing me slowly as though his lips are almost too heavy to move. My heartbeat skitters. We break apart and his mouth drags downward, brushing softly over my chin. I suck in a shaky breath.

"And some of this," He runs his teeth over my jaw, nipping lightly before leaning down a bit more to reach towards my neck.

Porcelain is kind of slippery, you know.

His weight tilts his body off-balance and one of his feet slides off its ledge. He comes crashing down onto my chest and we burst into near-hysterical laughter, shaking against one another.

Amusement subsides; I grunt underneath his weight and he grunts at the impossible position of his leg. He makes a comment about how fortunate I am that he's not Rikishi and we break into another peal of laughter, just lying in the bathtub.

"Very sexy, Romeo," I snort, wrapping my arms around his neck.

His face picks up from the crook of my neck and he grins, kissing me again. "Romeo's got nothing on me."

"Romeo doesn't ask Juliet to wear blood-restricting spandex."

His face falls with dismay. "I said I was sorry! Goddamn, just because you have a nice ass - "

"I was kidding!" I cut him off quickly with a laugh. "It's alright, everybody's got their little thing."

He pauses, eyebrows knit with thought as he studies me. "What's yours?"

I pause with a grin. "Having sex in a bathtub."