"Are you just sitting here in silence Sang?" I looked up to see Owen standing at the other end of the couch. He came around and sat down, my feet almost touching his legs.

"No, yes." What was I doing!? I was freaking out. "I was playing on my phone. Are you done with your paperwork?"

"For now. I thought we could relax a little before we got into the details of Volto." He turned to the side, almost leaning his body against his own arm rest, stretching his arm out across the top of the couch. "Are you okay Sang? You look pale."

"Imokay." I blurted it out and it sounded like it was mushed into all one word.

"I hope you are not nervous with me Sang. I know our relationship is a little different than your relationship with the others, but I want you to know that I enjoyed our time together this morning and I hope we can do it again sometime."

Was our date only this morning? It felt like so much had happened since then.

"I hope so too. It is a little strange since we have not spent much time alone, but I am not nervous." Owen continued to just look at me, not saying anything. Typical Owen. I sighed. "I was googling things." I could feel my cheeks warming up in embarrassment. I can't believe I told him that.

His eyebrows raised briefly before he said "well that sounds dangerous. Do you mind if I ask you what you were googling?"

Well here goes nothing. "How to kiss." I was looking down at my hands when I said it, but looked up to see if he would start laughing. I bet he would never have to google how to kiss.

-Mr. Blackbourne-

Did I hear her right? She was googling how to kiss. What a beautifully innocent and wonderful girl she is.

"I certainly don't want to tell you how you should spend your time Sang." Ever since the gaming incident at Sean's condo, I have tried to keep quiet on what she does in her spare time. "However, I don't think you need to worry about googling that." She just looked at me with a look of embarrassment and confusion. "I think you are doing just fine on your own, without help from the internet."

"Thanks Owen." She mumbled it and I barely caught it as she said it. "I bet you never felt like you had to google something like that." I laughed before I could stop myself. She looked at me with wide eyes and I think she thought I was laughing at her.

"Please forgive me Sang. I am not laughing at you. I was merely thinking about how much trouble I would have gotten myself into if I had access to the internet when I was first interested in kissing, and all that went along with it. Probably for the best that I didn't."

"That's just it Owen. It feels like everyone knows what to do except me. I hear the girls talking about it at school and I never paid attention before, but now I can't help but listen. I don't know what to do and when to do it."

I brought my hand over and placed it on the hand she had resting on her knee. "Let me stop you right there Sang. You don't have to do anything you are not ready for, and it will all come naturally when you are."

"I know. It is embarrassing to admit, but I just want to know what to expect. I want to know what comes after kissing, so I can know what I am supposed to be ready for."

"And that's what you googled? What comes next?" she nodded. "Find anything of interest?" I would feel horrible if she found something not so pleasant and became overwhelmed about what our unique relationship could come to. I can't imagine being 16 and not being aware of every detail of sex and all that went with it. At 16 I was well aware of my body and every girl's body around mine.

"I found a video…" she cut off. Please don't tell me she found a sex video. "…it was of a girl and her boyfriend kissing." Just kissing? She doesn't seem too freaked out, maybe it wasn't that bad. "Can I ask you something Owen?"

"Of course Sang."

"Do you want to use your tongue when you kiss me?" Not what I thought she was going to ask, but one hundred times less stressful.

"Sang, I want to do whatever you are comfortable doing." I wanted to say more, but my tongue suddenly felt too large for my mouth. Sang was shifting on the couch and moving towards me.

"I want to try that. Will you show me how to do it?" Is she asking me to French kiss her? I want to say no, I want the Mr. Blackbourne in me to come out and tell her that she doesn't have to worry about rushing this and it will happen in time. But 19 year old Owen is saying shut up and just do it. She trusts me enough to show her what to do, to be her first French kiss, what would it mean to her if I said no when I wanted to do it just as much? I leaned up and gently grabbed her around the waist and brought her close to me. I pushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face. Her eyes were wide, but focused. She was nervous, but excited, that much I could tell.

"Promise me Sang, that if at any time you want to stop you will tell me." She nodded her head. "I promise" she said "you will tell me if you want to stop too right?" For a minute I thought she was joking, but her face remained totally serious. She honestly thought I would want to stop. I was already afraid I would never want to stop once I started. "Close your eyes Sang, mimick what I do okay?" Her eyes were already closed and she just nodded her head up and down slowly. So trusting, so beautiful. I kept my eyes open, wanting to judge her reaction. I placed my lips against hers and felt her sigh against me. I opened my mouth just a little and brushed my tongue against her lips. Her eyes whipped open but she didn't pull back. She shut her eyes again and I felt her lips part and her tongue reach out and brush my lips. It felt spectacular. While I have not dated very much over the last few years, I have kissed a few women, but nothing would ever compare to what I just felt. Our plan to make this relationship work needed be successful because there was no way I was kissing anyone but her ever again.

I brought my tongue out and found hers, just gently pushing at it, letting her get used to the idea. She pushed back and then I was lost. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her close to me. I brought one hand up and moved it across her cheek and around to the back of her head, tangling into her hair. She responded in kind and I felt her small, delicate fingers running through the hair at the back of my head. I lifted her slightly and placed her on my lap, her legs moving to either side of my hips.

-Sang-

How have I missed this my whole life? As soon as Owen's tongue touched my lips I felt shocks running through my body. When our tongues touched it was like all my pores exploded. This is not at all how I thought this would feel, it is a thousand times better. I can feel his hands running everywhere, one is playing with my hair, the other is running up and down my back and then squeezing at my hips. I try to do what he is doing, but I feel awkward. If I concentrate on moving my hands I forget to kiss back. And then I realize, don't think about it too much. I focus on his kiss and feel my hands fall around his shoulders and down his arms. I feel the smooth material of his button down shirt under my hands and somewhere in the back of my mind I try to imagine what it would feel like without the shirt. He is pulling my attention back when he has both hands grabbing at my waist and he lifts me again, turning me at the same time, and lays me down on the couch. He stays close to me the whole time and our kiss never breaks. I think he has one foot on the floor, holding himself up. My head is at an awkward angle on the arm rest and I try to move it to find a more comfortable spot. One of his hands leaves me and I feel him moving around. He lifts my head gently and I feel a pillow being placed behind my head. His hand is back running up and down my side. In the move, my shirt pulled up on the side and whenever he brushes against the top of my hip I shudder. His hand goes up to the top of my shoulder and I feel it start to make its way back down. The anticipation of feeling it graze against my hip again is almost too much and when I finally feel it I hear myself let out a breathy moan. Owen stops moving his hand to squeeze at my hip. He places his forehead against mine and pulls his lips away. I start to follow him, but he brushes his lips against mine and then pulls his head further back. He is breathing hard and his pupils are dilated and jet black.

"That was…" he pauses and I wait, nervous that he will regret going that far with me. "…absolutely perfect Sang." I can't help but smile at him and I am rewarded with a giant grin in return. He starts to lift off me, but I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck, making it more difficult for him to move. He chuckles and I can feel it rumble through his whole torso. "I will take that to mean that you enjoyed it as well."

"Thank you Owen." Is it stupid to thank someone after you kiss them? "for being patient and understanding."

He places his forehead back against mine and closes his eyes for what feels like minutes when it is probably a second or two. He opens his eyes again and this time is successful when he pulls himself off me and sits up. He grabs my hands and pulls me up so I am sitting right next to him. "You're welcome Sang. I should be thanking you, for trusting me enough to share that with you."

"I trust you with everything I have Owen. I may have had doubts when Volto first put those thoughts in my head. But they were just drops. Drops of doubt. You wiped them all away and they are completely gone. I know you will share with me what you can and hopefully I can join the Academy soon and you can show me the rest of your world."

"I can't wait." He kissed me quickly on the lips and then stood up. "I should get the paperwork finished up. I think Mr. Griffin plans on heading out right after breakfast tomorrow, so I probably shouldn't keep you up to late filling out reports with me."

We spent the next hour going over everything Volto said to me and what I inferred based on his body language during the different encounters. Owen said I seem to have good intuition when it came to that. After my fifth yawn, Owen told me to go to bed and that he would keep working until Nathan came home.
I fell asleep rubbing my fingers along my lips, remembering how they felt when I was kissing Owen. Wondering if it would feel that way with everyone. I had a moment of worry that everyone else would be mad that Owen was my first French kiss, but it quickly got over it. It was too wonderful a memory to worry about that. I would have enough time to do that tomorrow.