AN: Well, after a little delay, the final chapter is here. Thanks for reading, and I will see you down the road.

Chapter Nine: First Time

As Michael stood there in the shower, and let the warm water wash over him, he had a feeling that this day was going to end on a great note, but things between him and Miley were not going to be the same again. That is why he was taking his sweet time in the shower. A: because he knew that Miley was in the other room waiting on him to come out so they can go out on the town again, and B: she didn't think that he noticed, but he knows that she took his clothes out of the bathroom earlier. Payback for the frog, obviously. Michael just sighed, and turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and stepped out of the bathroom, and stepped towards Miley, who was laying on the bed dressed in a short white skirt, and a black tank top. She looked over towards Michael, and smiled.

"Nice bod. I take it that you want your clothes." Miley said.

"Yes, where are they?" Michael said, trying to keep his voice leveled. Miley handed Michael his jeans and football jersey. Michael sighed, and went back into the bathroom to change.

"Hey, is that a birthmark on your butt?" Miley asked through the bathroom door.

"Miley, don't start with me." Michael growled through the door. Miley just laughed, and went back to sit on the bed to keep watching TV.

Michael and Miley were sitting at the light in the middle of busy traffic. Not only was it hot outside, but Michael could literally tell that Miley had something up their sleeve, not literally, because she had no sleeves. Just what the girl next to him in mind, Michael had absolutely no idea about what she was going to do as the two of them were sitting there in the middle of traffic. Too bad Michael didn't know about the seductive smirk that grew across Miley's face.

Miley unbuckled her seatbelt, and leaned over and began to nuzzle at Michael's neck.

"Miley? What are you doing?" Michael asked, caught off guard.

"Just messing around with you, why?" Miley asked in an innocent voice.

"Look, the light is going to turn green soon." Michael said, his voice trailing off.

"Tough." Miley said. She ran her hand through his long blonde hair, and Michael felt her hand running up his leg, and right when she was about to reach his "area", the light turned green.

Michael watched as Miley sat in her seat with a loud huff, she buckled her seatbelt, and sat there angry for some reason the whole ride to the boardwalk. Man, was this going to be an uncomfortable ride.

Dodged a bullet there. Why is she angry about something? Michael thought. He just mentally sighed, and continued on to the boardwalk.

Michael and Miley were walking along the boardwalk, hand in hand, looking at the sunset. She and Michael stopped for a moment, and just stared out into the orange sky.

"Hey Michael, I was wondering something." Miley said with a smile.

"What?" Michael asked her back.

"Well, just here me out on this. What is the ideal time for your first time to have sex with someone?" Miley asked. Michael, caught off guard about that question, thought about what his girlfriend asked him, but he smiled, and gave her a really honest answer.

"Miley, listen to me." Michael said. "All that matters is you love someone. If you really love that someone, that time will present itself, when and where is up to blind luck."

"Alright, I can live with that." Miley smiled as she pulled closer to him.

"Uh, do you feel that way about me?" Michael asked her. Michael did not mean to ask that, because that was setting himself up for trouble. He was about to take it back when she spoke up, and caught Michael completely off guard.

"Yeah, I really do." Miley said softly, but loud enough so that he could hear her.

Michael just smiled, and kissed the top of her head. That was the one thing that he loved about her. Miley could say one thing and completely make him feel really good about himself.

This was going to be a day that neither would ever forget.

It was late in the evening when Michael and Miley returned to the hotel. Michael watched as Miley walked over to the window just as raindrops began to lightly hit it. She sighed softly, and just watched the rain come down. Michael walked over, and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. Miley sighed, and leaned into his embrace.

"I love you, Michael." Miley said.

"I love you too, Miley Stewart." Michael said.

What am I doing? I have a beautiful girl in the next room waiting on me, and I am in here, in the shower, taking my time, trying to avoid her. She wants me, and I sure as hell want her, so what am I afraid of? Two things, one, Robby Ray killing me, and two, not satisfying her. Man, life can be a real bitch sometimes, can't it?

Michael pulled back the curtain, and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Miley standing there, still dressed in the outfit that she wore earlier.

"Miley! What are you doing in here?" Michael asked, quickly covering himself up.

"This." Miley said. She pushed him back into the shower, and came in as well, still in her clothes. She pushed him under the flowing water, and kissed him passionately. They switched positions, and Miley straddled him.

"Miley, your soaking wet." Michael said.

"I can't help it, you really turn me on." Miley smiled, kissing him again.

It was a few hours later, and Miley opened her eyes to stare at the darkness of the room. She looked at her boyfriend, who was sleeping peacefully next to her. She just looked at the peacefulness on his face. After everything that he has have been through, she thought that it was nice that he could finally be happy.

With a sigh of content, Miley climbed out of the bed, and pulled on her underwear. She found Michael's pajama top and slid it on as well. She walked over to the window, and just watched the rain quietly pat the window.

I can't believe that Michael and I aren't virgins anymore. Miley smiled as she looked out into the distance of Ft. Lauderdale.

"Miley, are you awake?" Michael whispered softly.

"Yeah." Came her response.

"Uh, how are you feeling?" Michael asked. Miley turned over and looked at him.

"Amazing, why?" Miley asked. She couldn't help but chuckle as his face went red.

"Uh, you know that we had sex in the shower right?" Michael asked.

"Of course." Miley asked. "We also did it in the bed, so what's the problem?"

"No problem, but we are going to have to tell our families about what happened out here." Michael moaned. That was something he was not looking forward to doing.

"Don't worry about it, that doesn't have to happen for a while now." Miley smiled, playing with his hair.

"So, we leave here the day after tomorrow, what do you want to do until then?" Michael asked her.

"I have an idea." Miley said, pulling herself right on top of her boyfriend.

"Okay, I was thinking about a walk on the beach, but that works too." Michael said.

Miley smiled, and just kissed him again.

THE END

AN: Thanks for reading, and keep a lookout for more!