Author's Note: Ahh, I hate my computer. I am at my brother's house right now, probably should be spending time with him and my neice and nephew but this is the first time I've seen the internet in quite a few days. ANywho, one more part after this. I just realized my computer has great timing for making you guys wait on that cliffie huh?Anyways, Just wanna say: ROONEY TUESDAY...can't wait to go to Best Buy to buy my new discman (okay, it's really to meet those guys but who can blame me?) Okay, enjoy!

MIA:

"Open it," he replied with a smile I could only faintly see by candle light.

I lifted up the envelope and took out two plane tickets. I looked at the destination. "Michael...." I said with a big smile. "Iceland?"

He laughed. "You used to talk about it all the time when we were younger. I thought maybe you just might like to visit the Ice Hotel and see Tosca. Maybe improve your literacy," he teased.

My mouth made me look like a fish out of water. I couldn't speak at all. He laughed and took the tickets out of my hands and tossed them onto the night stand.

He put his hands on my hips and looked down at me. What have I done to deserve this man? I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted myself up for a kiss, but that wasn't all that I wanted.

We fell onto the bed, causing ourselves to laugh a little. I started to undo his buttons as he kissed my neck. I had missed his lips so much in our time apart.

I stood up and allowed him to undo the zipper of my dress. I adored the expression on his face when I turned to him. He looked....I can't really explain it to be honest with you. It was like he was seeing me for the first time. Then I realized that what we were about to do was different from all those other times. Those times had just been sex (or we made it seem like that), this was going to be us making love for the first time.

He rested his hands on my waist and pulled me closely to him. He leaned in to kiss me but then pulled back. "Shit."

Not exactly the expression I had been expecting. Was it my breath?

"What?"

"I remember everything else but a condom," he replied, falling onto the bed.

I sighed and then rested myself next to him. I twirled his chest hair, "Michael?"
"What?" he said, almost in pain.

"It's okay. I want this...and anything that comes from it," I said, adding the second part slowly. Praying that he didn't think I was crazy.

He looked over at me, "Are you sure?"

"I mean, don't you want that?"

He smiled and turned over and kissed me. I undid his pants and...well, you get the picture here.

The next morning we packed our belongings and get ready to head over to Logan Airport. The hotel ran a shuttle there so we didn't have to deal with a smelly cab. I had wanted to say goodbye to all my friends but I think a trip to Iceland with the man I love kind of overrules that, don't you?

We sat in the back of the shuttle van and kissed, much to the dismay of the other passengers. I know Michael used to hate public displays of affection (Lilly had told me that), but now I could see he couldn't care less.

We sat in coach, very different from all my other plane rides. I could see Michael was a bit embarrassed, "There is a reason we aren't in first class-"

"Michael, it's fine. I'm with you. I'm pretty much all set."

He smiled and kissed me. "You know...there is this thing called the Mile High Club," he teased.

I rolled my eyes. Yeah, woudln't that sound great in the tabloids, 'Princess and boy toy in the bathroom- flight attendant tells all!' .

We held hands throughout the seven hour flight (a/n, I'm totally guessing here...I have NO idea about how long it takes to get to Iceland). We took a cab through the city to the Ice Hotel. I adored European cabs, they weren't like the gross smelly ones in America.

We stayed in our hotel room the entire day, resting. After all, we hadn't slept much the entire night before (hehe!).

The next night, however, we went to the opera to see Tosca. I could see Michael was not interested at all though, so we left at intermission.

"We could have stayed," he argued once we left the doors of the opera house. Noticeably he said this once we passed a sign explaining no re-admittance.

I laughed, "I like to keep my boyfriend awake during our dates," I teased.

He smiled, "Oh well...where to now?" Our bodies hadn't gotten used to the time change yet. According to us it was only about four o'clock in the afternoon, here it was nearly ten.

I gave him a secretive smile. "Let's get dressed in more comfortable clothes."

He looked at me oddly. "I can wear my converse sneakers?"

I nodded. "There's something I want to do but not in my dress."

We hurried back to the hotel and hastily got changed. Then we went into the center of the city where Lars had told me about a tattoo parlor that he'd gotten his family crest done. He's such a dork, but I love him. I miss him sometimes now that I am given more independence, but he has his new wife and his daughter to spend time with.

"What are you doing?" Michael asked as I pulled him into the parlor.

"What do you think I am doing?" I asked.

"Mia, you dont' have to....that was a whole symbolic conversation we had months ago. Doesn't mean you have to get the tattoo."

"I want to though."

"What are you getting?" he asked as we looked at the 'menu' on the wall.

"You'll see,"I said with a smile.

I planned on getting a pink lizard on my foot. It was something that Joshua had said years before, when he and I first got together. He had said, "You will only be rid of me when you let a pink lizard rest on your foot", this was said after I freaked out at the sight of a lizard when we were vacationing in Mexico. The pink part was said just to be cute.

MICHAEL:

I sat nervously in the tattoo parlor. I had been to so many of these places over the years, but had never been this nervous. Mia was totally freeing herself from Joshua. What was she getting done?

She hadn't let me come into the room at all because she wanted it to be a surprise. I wouldn't see it until she changed the bandages in a few hours.