Jeff walked into the kitchen, fairly early in the morning and chuckled under his breath, seeing Gabrielle and Edge, entangled in each others arms, still laying naked under the bench seat by the window. He walked into the living room, procuring the wool blanket that perpetually rested on the back of the couch, and returned to the kitchen, throwing it over them. Edge stirred, blinking his eyes open and glancing around. Seeing Jeff in the kitchen, he blinked again, then looked down at Gabrielle in his arms.

"Didn’t have the strength to take her upstairs?" Jeff drawled, as Gabrielle opened her eyes and snuggled against Edge, under the blanket closing her eyes once again, sighing lightly as she did so. Edge shook her gently.

"Gabrielle?"

"Yes?" she answered, sleepily.

"Um, we’re still in the kitchen…" her eyes flew open and she glanced around.

"Well so we are…Hi Jeff." She said, noticing him leaning on the counter. He laughed softly and shook his head then pointed to the floor beneath them, at their clothes.

"I imagine you’ll want to get dressed?" she blushed and Edge smirked. "Its okay, I’ll leave for a bit." He said, walked out of the kitchen and into the den, just down the hall. Edge rested himself on his elbows, smiling down at Gabrielle, who looked at the coffee filters, still on the floor, and rose to get dressed.

"You do realise, you never made me coffee…" she said teasingly, pulling her jeans on.

"Yea, but I think last night was a hell of a lot better than any cup of coffee." Reaching down to find her shirt, she smiled at him.

"Indeed it was. Dammit! Where did my shirt go?" he bent down and threw his at her.

"Wear mine. One of the advantages of being in a male dominated society, or house at least. I don’t need to wear one of those." She smirked.

"If only." Gabrielle pulled the black t-shirt over her head. "and this house isn’t male dominated. I’ve got you three whipped."

"Like hell you do!" he exclaimed vehemently, standing up in protest, the blanket falling in a pool at his feet. She raised her eyebrows and cocked her head.

"Well, good morning to you too." She gathered his boxers from the floor and tossed them at him. "I highly recommend wearing these, at least for now." He chuckled and put them on, as she picked up the coffee filters and set them on the counter. "Now make me my coffee, and I promise not to get in the way this time."

"See, that I really don’t mind at all." Edge said, moving towards her, pinning her back against the counter and kissing her softly.

"Hmmm.." she said, as he moved back a little.

"What?"

"Icky morning breath." Gabrielle said, scrunching up her face. Edge shook his head and laughed softly.

 

Gabrielle’s soft, almost seductive laughter floated into Christian’s head. He sensed happiness, but there was an indecisive quality to it. Christian by now knew the events of the night. For a moment, he believed she may have chosen Edge, but the indecision, even in her laugh, proved wrong. The laughter stopped as he heard footsteps. Her footsteps. Christian silently prayed that she wasn’t coming to see him. He had no idea of what to say to her at the particular moment. The footsteps stopped outside his door, and he held his breath. Complete and utter silence for a second too long, and the footsteps walked away. Christian was surprised to find himself sigh with relief as she left, and he heard the door to her won room open, accompanied by its slamming, right away followed by almost inaudible, bitter sobs. And just like an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, he was torn. He decided to do the same as he had done on the first day. Christian darted out of his room for the first time in a full day, and walked into Gabrielle’s. She was sitting against the bed, head rested on her knees, sobbing lightly. She slowly looked up to see Christian in her doorway. She rose, and he met her halfway across the room, and within a second she found herself enfolded in his arms. How could she be mad at him? He was such a comfort to her, and he didn’t even know why she was in tears. He was what she needed. Just comfort. Always there, never mad, despite what she had said. In an instant, she regretted ever being angered with him for something as simple for loving her. And she didn’t need to ask to know that she had been long ago forgiven. Barely thinking, she almost made her decision, but stopped for a second. Maybe she really didn’t need to choose one or the other. There had to be a way to have both. They offered so much, so many different things. But convincing them she was right would prove difficult.