"If it wasn’t' for you, I would have forgotten." She whispered to him, standing in front of the car.

"I'll miss you. But I'll not be far…you know." She sighed.

"I know. I - I don't think I ever thanked you." Her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at him. Matt pressed his forehead to hers, eyes meeting again.

"You didn't need to…" he said, as their lips met in their first, and last kiss, a sorrowful goodbye that tore at their souls. Matt drew back and wiped the tears off Gabrielle's face, smiling through his.

"Go. Go back into that house and forget about me. You've got Edge in there. He loves you more than you know." She bit her lip and smiled.

"Thank you."

"Good bye Gabrielle." He said, as she reluctantly walked away back into the house. As Matt sped of in the car, he couldn’t help but fell like he had made a mistake.

Gabrielle walked into the living room and seeing Edge sitting on the far end of the couch, went and sat beside him. The TV was on, sound blaring at it always was when he watched TV. She put her head on his shoulder, and felt his arm reach around and draw her closer.

"What up?" he asked, finally tearing his eyes away from the flickering screen, and remembering that today was the day Matt was leaving. She realized her eyes had grown red from crying, and she closed them, almost ashamed. "What is it between you and Matt anyway?"

"He and I went through death together. No matter how many times I try and explain, I don't think you'll understand." She paused, searching for a comparison. "It’s a bond, like the one Christian and I have." Edge smiled at her.

"I don't think I like you having all these bonds with other guys."

"Why?" she asked, teasingly. "Does it make you jealous?" she slid down so she lay across him, and the couch. He mocked a pout.

"Well, yes." Not being able to keep a straight face, he burst into a wide grin. "And we both know what happens when I'm jealous." She shot an innocent glance at him, blinking her eyes.

"Why, no. what happens?" he chuckled and descended on her mouth.

"I turn into that monster you love so much…" his lips hovered over hers, but she pulled away and sat up, grinning menacingly.

"Nope. Not today, my boy. I - " she paused dramatically, "have a shopping date with Christian." Edge rolled his eyes.

"Yes, and I'm sure he loves taking you." He said, sarcastically.

"Hey, if you ever decided to take me shopping, then we could have all sorts of fun in one of those change rooms, ya know.." Gabrielle added, still grinning. He moved over towards her, resting his head on her legs and she started playing idly with his hair.

"Well, how long until you leave? And I thought you were upset about Matt leaving." He accused.

"Oh, I am. But shopping cures all. At least for a good portion of the female population."

"Uh-oh, you're stereotyping." Edge pointed a finger at her and she slapped it away playfully. He scooted his head further in her lap, and she felt a hand creep up her shirt.

"Hey!" she yelled, rather loudly, as he grabbed her waist and quickly shifted, pinning her down on the couch.

"So what are you going to do now?" he asked, amused at her surprised glance. She briefly struggled, and gave up.

"Nothing…" she whispered as his face drew closer, and their lips met. His hands slid under her shirt and ran up and down her back, as his tongue began exploring her mouth. He ground his hips into her, silently letting her know what he wanted. The broke the kiss and as he slipped her shirt over her head, kissing her shoulders and the top of her chest, before they were interrupted by the clearing of a throat.

"How many times this week alone have I found you guys like this on the couch?" Gabrielle laughed and blushed, replacing her shirt as Edge sat up, looking at Christian in the doorway.

"Talk about spoiling a mood." He mumbled, reclining back as Gabrielle sat up.

"Gabrielle, you ready to go?"

"Um, give me a second, okay?" Christian obliged, and went to sit in the kitchen. "Why do we never just go to a bedroom?" she asked Edge, eyebrows raised.

"Because its more spontaneous on the couch, that’s why."

"We need to put a door there." Gabrielle suggested, pointed at the open doorway to the hall. She rose and stood in front of Edge, kissing his cheek and bending down to whisper in his ear. "When I get home, I promise." She said, softly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down on his lap.

"Promise?" He asked, kissing her neck.

"Promise." She replied, moving and kissing his lips before rising again and walking to the kitchen.