S2 61. The Beach

- We can draw outside or If we don’t feel like it, let’s just chill? Iiro’s idea of drawing outside was great. Heatwave had taken so long it’s not remotely pleasing to be inside – not even naked. 

Iiro suggested going to beach and said he wanted to swim too. That was an hour ago. He just went in and started to swim to the open. Oona stared after him suprised, changed into her swimwear, decided to read and just enjoy being outside. She pats herself mentally on shoulder. Lately Iiro had been good company, good friend to her and hanging with male friend kept all those ”hey babe, what are you reading?” - dudes away.

Iiro walks out of the water and see Oona sunbathing, immersed into her book. Hot damn. That ass. Can she look any hotter than that in that minimal string bikini?

 Someone give me power of not fooling myself. And with that thought Iiro finds out he can’t control himself anymore. Action comes before he can’t think it through. He slams his cold and wet hands down on Oona’s behind. 

- Aaaaaagh! Cold hands! Oona yelps and gives sniggering Iiro a look that could kill. – I’m going to make you regret that! She bellows and jumps up. – You are about to die!

Laughing Iiro quickly retreats back to water and furious Oona follows him to the waterfront. 

– You are so dead meat! She shouts and kicks water at him. 

– Ha ha, Just go and try! Iiro laughs at the bottom of his heart. It was stupid, brainless thing to do but fun nonetheless. 

He splashes water on her and Oona screams when she gets wet. She comes to kneedeep water and sends another angry splash into Iiro’s direction. 

- If you want it that way! Iiro shouts and gives her full shower. Oona retaliates right away.

 They splash water like having a little war till they are wet and short of breath, both laughing. Oona looses her footing and is about to slip. Iiro pulls laughing Oona closer to him to stabilize her. He’s on his element in water but Oona isn’t so used to it. 

– Wasn’t that fun? Iiro grins. Oh man, she's so pretty. She smiles so warmly her eyes are lit too. Then they lock their gazes. Smile dies from Oona’s lips and they just look into depths of each others eyes, panting and dripping wet. She puts her hands on Iiro's chest and touches his chin ever so lightly. 

Are we about to...? 

There's moment when Iiro's heart forgets to beat and then Oona frowns and pushes him back. 

– Jerk. She says. Her hands drops to her sides and she pulls out of his arms and strodes back to beach. – Water was so cold! I’m freezing!