"Why coffee? It'll just keep you up all night?" she laughed.

"And isn't that what you wanted?" he furrowed his brow at her, and did his best to look confused.

"Why, no. there are so many other things I want…"

"No, Edge." He sighed heavily.

"Was it that obvious?"

"Yea, actually. Even Jeff figured it out."

"Oh." He lowered his eyes and tried to look hurt. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't try making me feel sorry for you. Its not gonna get you anywhere. Just make me some coffee, please?" he put his hand over her mouth.

"Don't whine, Gabrielle. It sounds so childish. I'll make coffee...but what's in it for me?" he added, wide grin spreading across his face.

"I think you know…" Gabrielle said in a low voice, smiling seductively. He kissed the top of her head and brought his hand around the back of her neck, titling her head up towards his. Her eyes met his expectantly, and he stared right back, purposefully doing nothing but bringing his head down extremely slowly, and stopping just short of her mouth. His other hand came up to stroke her cheek lightly, and finally pull her face to his and engulf her in an utterly primal kiss that left them both breathless. As he nipped softly at her neck, Gabrielle diverted his attention.

"Edge…..coffee?" he groaned and pulled away.

"but, Gabrielle…do you really need the coffee?"

"Yes!" she shot him a shocked glance. "I have a craving for coffee. I need it!" Edge raised his eyebrows.

"And I need something else, but I have a feeling I'm not going to get it anytime soon."

"Oh shut up. You know you'll get it." He rose and took her hands.

"Is that a promise?"

"You bet your sorry ass it is. And I'm coming to the kitchen with you."

"Aw, why? I'll just end up with my mind on something other than making coffee. You do still want coffee?" she stood up, and began pulling him into the kitchen.

"yea, and I'm gonna get my coffee. I'm just gonna help."

"Oh great." He rolled his eyes. "Like that’s gonna do me any good." She leaned against the doorframe as he entered the kitchen, stopping for a moment to eye her.

"Get in the damned kitchen, boy!" she said playfully, smiling at him but still just standing in the doorway.

"You just going to stand there and watch?"

"You have no idea how sexy it is for a man to make you food, do you?"

"Well, I've never actually felt that way myself, but I suppose from your point of view it may be." Gabrielle walked over to him and stood on her toes to whisper into his ear.

"Make me my damn coffee or I'll go ballistic on you." Finishing off by biting his earlobe lightly, she moved away to sit on the counter, directly in his way. When he shot her a nasty glance, she smiled slyly. "Work around me."

Edge shook his head, trying to avoid her bemused gaze as he tried to make coffee without getting distracted. This proved hard. When he reached up to go into the cupboard directly over her head, he was met with her chest in his face, and when he went to open the lower cupboard, her legs and other parts of her lower anatomy were directly in his face.

"My god, Gabrielle, why don't you just lay naked across the kitchen table? At least then I could avert my eyes and attempt to keep my mind on the task at hand." Gabrielle just blinked at him.

"you mean…what am I in the way? How so?" she said in mock innocence, as he threw the coffee filters on the floor.

"Screw this." He said, standing before her, and lifting her from the counter.

"You better." She said, coyly as he carried her to the long bench seat in the corner of the kitchen, just under the window. He set her down ,and they both stood. Edge bent his head, nuzzling her neck, and biting at it softly as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. His hands deftly pulled her shirt over her head, and he gently kissed the flesh of her shoulders as he undid, and tossed her bra aside. He drew back for a second to look at her, then brought his hand up to caress one breast, his mouth descending on the other. Gabrielle let out a surprised gasp and arched towards him. He soon repeated the teasing torture with his mouth on her other breast, and used his free hand to unbutton her jeans, sliding them down past her hips, taking what she wore beneath with them. Releasing her breast from his mouth, he kissed down to her navel, swirling his tongue around the silver stud she wore, and delving further. Gabrielle closed her eyes, and felt him push her down to lay on the cushioned bench, then settling in front of her, hands gently parting her legs. Before settling his head, he glanced up at her, and she looked down at him, silently pleading for him to continue. He grinned wildly, dipping his head down, tongue searching out her clit, and darting around it. Instinctively, Gabrielle's hands reached down and entwined in his silky hair, pushing him closer as she felt something well up inside her. Edge lightly flicked his tongue over her throbbing clit before drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it gently. She tilted her hips upwards, and then suddenly pulled at his hair, urging him up. Edge heard her breathless plea.

"Please, Edge…I can't wait…please…" A sensuous smile spread across his face as he stood up and disrobed, then rested half on top of her, gazing into her eyes.

"This might hurt you, and I'm sorry but- " She silenced him with a kiss, rocking her hips up against his. He buried his head on her shoulder, and eased himself in to her, stopping as he heard a small wince of pain. "You okay?" he asked, breath becoming laboured. She nodded, and closed her eyes as he withdrew and thrust into her, slowly and deeply, creating friction. Gabrielle moaned his name softly, arching against him, raking her nails up and down his back as his rhythm and pace increased. She heard a rumbling in his chest as he started to pound harder into her, and she met his thrusts with the same frenzied pace, a pace only unnatural bodies could stand. She cried out loudly, bucking upwards as she clenched on him, and then she could do nothing but gasp as she felt Edge erupt inside of her, thrusting briefly to prolong their passion before collapsing on top of her, breathless. Edge kissed her neck lightly, feeling the insatiable hunger that always followed sex.

"Gabrielle?" he asked breathing heavily, "Can - Can I drink from you?" she nodded weakly and pressed his head to her throat, feeling his teeth gently sink into the flesh. He drank as little as he could to keep him satisfied. He once again collapsed on top of her, silently willing her to put and end to her own hunger and drink from him. Slowly, she brought his wrist up to her lips and bit into his flesh, drinking slowly, taking all she could before he pulled away. Edge carefully rolled beside her, and drew Gabrielle into his arms, both spend of all energy. Faintly as she rested her head on his chest, covered with a thin veil of sweat, she could hear the dull sound of a chainsaw from the movie. Sleepily, she glanced outside.

"Look….its snowing…." She murmured, before they both fell asleep.