Author's Note: Okay, this has that scene you guys were expecting so if you don't like it don't read it.


Michael:

We made out in a cab. Didn't even notice that we were being severely overcharged for a five minute ride. Didn't care. She threw money at the driver as I pulled her into the hotel.

We rode the elevator kissing. I liked being drunk if I got to do this every time.

We fell onto our bed and kicked off our shoes. I reached up the back of her shirt and undid her bra tentatively. She undid my belt buckle. I took out my wallet and searched for a condom. Serena made me keep one in there just in case we were in a cab and she got into the mood.

Perfect. Nothing in there. Shit.

"What are you looking for?" she asked, nibbling my ear.

"Er…um…"

"Don't worry about it," she mumbled. Okay maybe she just didn't want to do it.

Scratch that. She was not moving around like she didn't want to do this with me.

This could really be the stupidest thing I've ever done. Or that she's ever done. But at that moment…with her and my arms kissing me…

I wordlessly took her shirt off and started kissing her collarbone. I know this was wrong. I am taking her virginity but I couldn't really focus on that. Instead I continued to kiss her as her pants disappeared.

I had to go slowly though. I mean, I didn't want to just go barging on…um…well, in. So I had to make sure she was ready. She looked a little surprised that I had used my hands. "Uh, I thought-"

"Mia, trust," I said kissing her nose.

I've had sex before. The first time I was nervous as all hell. I had no idea what I was doing. Serena had to show me what to do.

So one would think that I would be totally comfortable and cool, right? No. Far from it. I was shaking and freaking out. Hoping that she didn't think I was molesting her.

MIA:

I was nervous as all hell. Glad that I'm drunk and wasn't thinking as much as I would have been otherwise. Didn't want to be second guessing something that felt too right.

I know he's done this before. But he seemed just as nervous as I was. But he did know where to touch me. He probably just misses Serena. Should I be taking advantage of the situation like this? As I thought of this he started kissing down my throat and touching me in ways I hadn't thought of before. I can think about the other things later.

I mean, who has times to think about protection when they are being touched in the most intimate way by a guy they've been in love with for oh, I dunno, EVER? I mean, anytime Napoleon even tried to put his hands down my pants I jumped up and said it was time to go home. I mean, it's not like I can really do that anyways because well, we are in Boston. Plus, I didn't want to.

I breathed in deep while he peeled off my sweatshirt. He was so tentative about every move; he didn't want to push me too far. I bit my lower lip as he unbuttoned my top. After each button he would kiss the skin that it had revealed. When he finally finished unbuttoning my top I sat up and shrugged it off.

Then I helped him take his t-shirt off. How many times had I seen him walk around without a shirt and not fully appreciated it? Okay, maybe I'm appreciating it a hell of a lot more now that I too am shirtless.

I'll be honest with you here. It hurt more than I could have ever imagined it would. He tried to be gentle since he knew I hadn't exactly done anything like this before (in fact, I hadn't even been to third base yet). "Michael?" I whispered.

"Yeah?" he managed.

"Is this it?" I asked, staring up at him.

He tried not to laugh, "I'm trying not to hurt you."

"Well, it did at first but now…"

Okay, I guess he just needed a jump start ya know?

We did make love that night. We didn't exactly use any protection, but we hadn't thought of that. We were just kind of thinking about how we were feeling at that moment. I woke up with a smile on my face, my head on his chest. But that smile only lasted a minute. Then I felt nauseous.

I jumped out of bed and to the bathroom.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, poking his head in.

I continued throwing up. Every time I drink, I get sick. But I also get to kiss Michael. So I guess it can't be too bad.

MICHAEL:

I had never wanted to stop kissing her. Or touching her. Or come out of this haze. I did feel like a creep, watching her while she slept.

I started imagining what life could be like now that Mia was around. I could probably write much nicer songs. I'd hang around the apartment more. But would she dump the boyfriend?

"You have terrible hang overs," I said as she got dressed the next morning.

She nervously bit her lower lip, "I guess."

"You doing okay?" I asked as we checked out of the hotel and walked to the Fung Wah bus. It'd drop us off in Chinatown New York. Everyone else was still over in Cambridge at Harvard. I'd called and left a message that we were leaving early because Mia wasn't feeling so great.

I think I was lying. I think I made her feel good.

I was thinking we'd get some dim sum when we got home. Try to figure out what was going on.

But we didn't discuss it on the bus. It was unspoken that the previous night was not up for discussion. But we continued to cuddle, much to the dismay of the other Fung Wah passengers.

I dropped her off at her apartment that evening. "I have work during the day tomorrow," I started, kicking a stone. "But uh…wanna do something tomorrow night?"

Mia smiled shyly. "Yeah. What?"
We held hands and swung them back and forth, "I don't know. Just something. I want to see you."
She let go of my hands as someone walked toward the vestibule. "Okay. I'll be home all day. I have a research paper to work on so…"

I kissed her cheek quickly. "I'll call you."