- So this is it? Nice. Oona looks around in Iiro's flat.
– It has good light and locations is great.
– Near the bar, Oona hmmps.
– Near downtown, Iiro corrects. – The office is not far away either.
– Hard to think of you sitting in a office, Oona looks around.
- Well well. Who’s predjudiced now? Iiro smirks.
– Sorry.
– Want something to drink before… Iiro let’s his voice trail off. He’s still not convinced about this.
– No thanks. I’m good. It’s not wise to drink before modelling. Keeping a pose with building need to pee is so annoying for everyone.
She starts to undress and isn’t bothered of Iiro staring her.
– You really are going to…
- Hmm? Oona gives him questioning look.
– To go nude?
– How else you could get proportions and positions right? Oona hmmps and continues. – I thought you are professional?
– I am! I just haven’t done this with person I know. It's bit akward.
– I haven’t done it for private sessions either, Oona confesses. – There’s so much creeps around.
- So how do you want me? Oona asks and looks Iiro behind her shoulder.
– Err,I..
– More of seducting kind or teasing? She says, places herself on Iiro’s bed and turn into smoking hot temptress from casual, boyish demeanor just like that.
Iiro gulps and he fumbles, accidentally drops his pen. He never saw Oona at school. He didn’t really see her at bar either. Oona was just one of the guys. Not with those clothes she used to wear. But now, light playing on her bare skin she was hotter than anything he has laid eyes before.
– You have great body. He manages to say.
– Thanks. I know. I’ve really worked for it, she gives him confident smile. – Just say? Oona tries to get a reply from him and changes her position again, making Iiro almost choke to his pen.
- Ok. Ok. Hold it, Iiro manages to say. Light works just perfect now. He takes his pen and paper and finds his professionalism.
– Put your another shoulder down. Just a little more. Yes. Can you hold it?
– For a while, Oona says. I'll warn you when I have to move or strech.
– Ok. Good. Thanks.
- Warm up with croquis? She thinks.
– Starting up with 5 minute? Iiro agrees.
– Ok. Do I keep up with time?
– Start the clock, he nods
And they get to work.
- I really wouldn’t thought you being an art model. Iiro tries light conversation to get his thoughts together.
– Neither does most of older ladies within amateur art classes, Oona smirks. – The art teacher was fuming after first complains for me not being this stereotypical Finnish blonde.
– Sounds stupid. You clearly know how to do it.
– Short haired chick with tattoos were too much for those ladies. They want to do those pure and classical drawings and tattoos don’t fit on their image of perfect art.
– Well, that’s just elitistic bullshit, Iiro hmmps.
– I agree, Oona smiles. - Fortunately the art teacher got so mad at them she made a deal with me for three seasons.
Iiro chuckles.
– I hope they learned to appreciate you.
– Well, did you? Oona snaps.
– You lost me here.
– You didn’t believe in me first either.
– Oh. Yes. That. Iiro sighs. – So I was wrong. You are great. You really are, Iiro confess. But he doesn’t say the truth. Oona was too good. Too hot for him to really concentrate and do anything he could use.
Iiro crashed after Oona left. Crap. Crap crap crap. He’s king of getting into the trouble. Out of the fryingpan and straight into the fire.
Why was he always the last to get memo when it considered himself and his feelings. Venla still lingered in his mind but like a distant little stinging memory, but after today, Oona burned him like lava. When did it happen?
Howcome he had never noticed how ultimately hot that girl was. And fun, and seeing, talking straight to his soul. This was definetly more than just a little crush. So he had talked to do this again next week. Just to see Oona again like this. Fuck. This was torture. How the hell he was going handle all that without ruining this all over again?
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