"Finally awake? I've never seen someone sleep so long. Its noon." He smiled at her.

"Hey, I had a busy night. Leave me alone." She groaned and pulled the covers over her head. He laughed.

"You had a busier night before. You got staked! You slept for four hours and still got up before noon." He walked over and pulled the covers off Gabrielle. She groaned again, and sat up.

"Okay, I’m up. Now what?" she grinning mischievously at him. He pulled her up to stand beside him.

"Today, the two of us are going downtown and I’m going to show you the sights you’ve been missing all your life." He smoothed her hair back as he spoke. "So get dressed. I’ll wait downstairs." She watched him as he left, and decided to take a shower in his bathroom.

The cold hit her as she stepped out and looked for a towel, but couldn’t find one.

"Shit." She decided to quickly slip out of Edge’s room to her own. Gabrielle slowly opened the door that lead out of the bathroom to his room. She didn’t see anyone, and walked out. Maybe he’s got a towel here somewhere. She searched the room to no avail when a voice spoke her name.

"Gabrielle!’ It was Edge. She screamed, and he had scared her so much she forgot her lack of clothes. Edge moved quickly over to her, seeing her breath heavily from the fright.

"You scared the crap outta me!" He chuckled, and then looked at her. She blushed, looking for something to cover herself with. He put his hands on her shoulders, and grinned slightly.

"It’s okay. I don’t mind." His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, and he kissed her neck. Slowly, his left a trail of kisses until his lips caressed hers. She kissed him back, reluctantly. Edge pulled back, and looked in her eyes.

"What’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable with this, because if you are I’ll stop…"

"No, it's not that. I've just never been with anyone before." Her eyes lowered.

"Oh, wow…. But, how old were you?" He looked confused.

"Sixteen." He jumped at this.

"Oh shit…. No…I thought you were at least nineteen. Oh fuck…." He sat down on the bed. "What the hell did I do?" He put his head in his hands. She lowered herself and sat next to him.

"This is not right, not at all. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t think there are any as young as you are. I thought you were older, I thought you had experienced all you could in the mortal body. Oh god…. This is not right." He groaned, and threw his head back on the bed, lying down. He stared at the ceiling. She looked at him, and lay down, resting her head on his shoulder, and putting her arms around him.

"It’s okay." She said, reassuringly. "I like myself better this way." He sighed.

"You don’t understand, Gabrielle. I always thought you were older. Nineteen. At least that’s a legal age."

"Well, I was old enough to drive…" she offered, playfully, hoping to see him smile. He didn’t. He just sighed again.

"This changes so much."

"It doesn’t have to. Age means nothing, at least to me. We can still be together." He looked down at her, and kissed her hair.

"If you weren't so damn optimistic." He smiled. "Now go and put some clothes on!" She laughed as they both rose, and wrapped a bed sheet around her body, slipping out of the room.