Author's Note: This story is going really slowly. But it's kind of important...for it to be going slowly. The conflict will be coming up soon, I promise. Things are going to well for the couple and we can't have that can we? But this chapter is all about Michael and Mia and....uh, well they have a conversation about something that can become important in a relationship.

MICHAEL:

I went to bed that night, the first night in my newly bought bed, and I heard a tapping at my window. I looked at the clock and knew it would be Mia. "Hey baby," I whispered. She didn't say a word though. She just started kissing me.
"Hey, stop for a second," I said, pulling away. "What's up?"
"I need to get to you before he does!" she said hastily.
"Your dad already was here," I replied.
She rolled her eyes. "I can't believe him."
"How'd you get here?"
"Subway."
"At this time of night?" I asked. "Where's Lars?"
"At the Plaza. Can I stay?" she asked hopefully.
I really wanted to say no. I really meant to. But before I knew it she was cuddled in bed with me. Wearing my boxers. Looking amazing.
She played with my chest hairs. "You up?" she asked.
"Your mom is going to flip out," I whispered.
"No she won't."
"Why not?"
"Because Lars has me covered. He escorted me here. I'm not dumb ya know. I told her I was going out early in the morning to do some photography. I told you I was doing that now, right?" She had mentioned that she had gotten into photography when she was in Genovia over the summer.
I nodded. "She's going to believe that?"
"Well, I don't have to lie," she said sitting up and going to her bag.
I started to protest, thinking she was leaving. She flipped on a light and took out her camera. "It is now three in the morning and I have left early. I have been taking pictures!"
She snapped a bunch of me in bed, trying to ignore the flashes. "Michael, pull the sheet up, like this," she directed. She put a piece of my hair in a certain spot. "Perfect."
She must have taken a roll of me before she stopped. She kneeled on my bed. God did she look perfect. I rubbed my hand along the top of her thigh. Her skin was so soft. "You look pretty," I whispered.
"Thank you," she replied. She leaned down and kissed me softly, but I didn't let it stop there. I pulled her all the way down and we went further than we ever had before.

I peeled off her tank top and kissed her neck. Her skin tasted so nice, like I had always imagined when I first fell for her. She began kissing my chest. I had never realized what a nice place that was to be kissed, at least for a guy. I let my hands roam on her, and she didn't pull away. I started with my hand going down the small of her back, down the boxers.
"Michael..." she moaned softly, "I-I think we need to slow down a little." Two words in my mind right now, BLUE BALLS. Never really known what the experience was like before. Well, yes I had but not to this extent. We had never been in my bedroom at three AM with no parents down the hall. Other than the time at the cabin with all my friends around taking bets on whether or not we'd sleep together.
"You sure?" I asked, holding back tears (okay, not tears, but I was really upset!).
"I- I really like when you touch me..."
"And that is a bad thing?" I asked.
"Well, it is when I don't want you to stop."
I smiled. She was so...teasing. Well, I can't call her a tease because I'm sure all girls are like this. "You don't want me touching your chest?" I asked.
"I don't mind that," she said with a sly grin, "But no where else, okay?"
Fine by me.

MIA:
I suck. I go over fully planning on seducing him, and what happens? I freak out when he starts going for my...my holy grail. He's going to dump me, I know it. Why bother with me, an inexperienced twit?
"Mia?" he asked, breaking into my thoughts.
"Yes, Michael?" here it goes...
"We have talked about sex, but I want to know what you want exactly. I mean, I know what I want."
Yes, we had had this conversation only a week or so before. "I want you," I whispered, my eyes fluttering.
"Then you can have me," he answered easily. "Just give me a call and I'm yours."
I giggled, "So if we are in Central Park one day and I suddenly get randy, I can just say 'Hey, let's make love'?"
"I'm not one for exhibitionism, but hey, if you want it then I'm game."
"Michael, I want to."
"You say that..."
"But this isn't really the most romantic spot in the world. I mean, look around us. The boxes aren't even unpacked." Okay, maybe I was actually terrified and was actually searching for excuses.
"Good point. So when I get this all tidied up?"
I nodded. The look in his eyes made my nerves go away. He looked so...adorable. Comforting. He'd never let anything hurt me. My fears totally disappeared at that moment. "Yes."
"Okay, cuz I was thinking I could clean this place up tomorrow and you could tell your mom you were over with Lilly."
I smiled. No, he hadn't had this thought out before huh?
"Okay," I answered softly, kissing his nose. I loved that adorable nose.

Okay, so I am at Lilly's the next day listening to her rant about the absurd pricing strategies at the little family owned store around the block from her. She thinks they overcharge. I want to shake her and say "HELLO I AM ABOUT TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY TO YOUR BROTHER TONIGHT I HAVE OTHER THINGS ON MY MIND THAN PAYING FIVE CENTS MORE THAN THE ASIAN STUDENTS!", but I refrained.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Me? Oh, nothing."
"Did he do something stupid?"
"Michael?"
"Duh. There are no other he's in your life."
"No. Not at all. Could you do me a huge favor though?"
"Sure."
"Your parents aren't going to be around tonight, are they?"
"What's going on?" she asked suspiciously.
"I am going to Michael's. I need you to cover for me."
Her eyes became the size of baseballs. "You are joking me, right?"
I shook my head.
"You expect me to cover for you so you can go have crazy sex with my brother?"
I nodded. "Not crazy sex though. Just the regular kind."
"Where has my Mia gone?"
"She's growing up," I replied with a smile.
She rolled her eyes. "I think you are simply doing this because you are afraid of what type of girls he will be meeting at school and think that by doing this with him that he will stay with you-"

"Lilly?"

"Yeah?"

"Just say you will cover for me if my mom calls you."

"Fine. I've got you covered."

MICHAEL:
I made Denis help me out with my room today. He organized the boxes while I ran out to buy things that would make my room a little more romantic. I bought curtains for one thing. No paparazzi would be able to get pictures. I went a little cliché and bought some candles. I wasn't nervous though, surprisingly enough. With every other step of our relationship I have been a nervous wreck, but this seems too....too natural to be nervous about.
Denis knew what was planned for the evening and promised to make himself scarce. But not without a lesson.
We were sitting in my room and I was downloading some music (I'm such a criminal). He was watching some television when he suddenly got up and walked out of the room.
I figured he must have found something better to do and just went to it. But no. He came back with "Debbie Does Dallas" (A/N, if I hear about this porno one more time...and just so you know, a TEACHER brought it up in high school, and my guy friends now talk about it at least once a day). He threw it in my DVD player and turned my swivel chair around. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked.
I hadn't watched porn in months. It'd be interesting, but not with another guy in the room.
"You are a virgin."
"But not porn virgin. I am eighteen, I have seen porn before."
He rolled his eyes. "This film will show you exactly how to do it."
"Denis, I'm sorry, but I don't think Mia is a cheerleader with a group of friends dedicated to satisfying many many men," I replied.
"So you have seen this?"
"No. Well, yes. Okay? I admit I have seen this film before, but I'm not into that shit anymore. I have Mia."
"Oh please. You are only now seeing those parts of her anatomy. Besides, these are porn stars. Not regular girls. It's educational. Inspirational even. I mean, Debbie and her friends are trying to make it to the Cowgirl Cheerleading squad. They'll do anything," he said with a dramatic pause, "Or anyone to get there."
I gave in. "Just shut up and don't ruin it."
But he didn't stop. "Did you consider giving it a go before she got here?" he asked after the film was over.
"No, why the hell would I?"
"So you didn't, you know, too quickly. I do it all the time before- I mean, I used to do it all the time before dates."
"Didn't Ben Stiller do that in Something About Mary ? It didn't work out really well for him, did it?"
"I'm just saying, you want this to be enjoyable, don't you? I mean, for the both of you."
I shrugged, "Of course."
"Think about it man, think about it..."

I started making our dinner around five o'clock. She didn't eat meat so I decided I wouldn't that night either. Besides, I have found out that meat makes you fart more and I really didn't want that. That wouldn't be...romantic I guess. So I decided to make another dish, baked macaroni. Easy. Simple. It would just be cooling a little when Mia got here.
"Yo, man, I'm going downtown to see some friends. I'll be back tomorrow, okay?" Denis said, throwing a t-shirt on. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"
"If you are dating my sister you better not!" I joked back at him.
He rolled his eyes. "Okay man. Well, good luck and...uh, god speed."