- I need to strech now, Oona warns and stands up. - This is very hard posture to keep.
- Yeah, It's ok. I'm almost done with this, Iiro mumbles
– Can I see now? She comes closer. – On big art classes it’s so fun to see how people convert what they see into paper. Every drawing IS so diffirent.
- Why not. He wants to pat himself on shoulder for his improved skills in patience and concentration.
- I really want to see how you see me
Oona streches and iiro looks at her toned body moving.
– I certainly see you now, he says in low voice Oona hasn’t heard before.
- Show me? She says, walks next to Iiro nude, gracefully as a big cat, turns to see his drawing. – You are good! Supringly hot intrepretation, she thinks.
– I draw just what I see, Iiro gives her a flashing smile he was so known for. Iiro feels her scent so up close and it's just too much to resist.
Oona freezes when she feels hand on her backside, turns to face him and her eyes are cold.
– Do that again, and I’ll twist your balls into so big knot you'll never get them straight anymore!
They continue in silence.
- Tell me why the hell every goddamn man has to try that! Oona spits after a long silence. She's angry and her expression is stern.
- Sorry, Iiro mumbles. – You looked way too fuckable. I just didn’t think.
– At least you are straight with it.
– Thank you for not running away. It was stupid thing to do.
– You think?!
– Won’t do it again. Promise. Iiro says humbly.
Oona gives him a long, pondering look.
– Ok. Apology accepted. Oona sounds softening from her anger. – I thought you'd be more used working with models.
– Oh. I am, Iiro chuckles. – Or used to be. Damn. I feel like an idiot now.
– So the slap on your fingers wasn’t enough? Oona says.
– Couldn’t help it.
– Oh come on!
– It’s biology? He shrugs.
– Would you stop that bullshit and take responsibility of your own actions?
– Um.
– Biology my ass. Your brain, your hand. You making concious action. Not some primeval part that goes ”ugh, naked woman. Must have”.
– Ok. Feeling much more stupid now, Iiro grimaces.
– Well. You should, Oona sighs. – Did you think I was holding a banner saying ”free meat” or something. You. Don’t. Touch. Without. Permission.
– I said I'm sorry! Iiro snaps back. – No. I think you are attractive and I really like you. I just… I don’t know. I’m good messing things up.
– That you are, Oona replies. – Ok. I let this one go, but even one wrong look after this and were are done for good.
– Thank you. Iiro let’s out a long sigh. He didn't want to loose Oona too and for a moment he was petrified about it.
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