Oona wakes up to a feeling she’s safe and being held. As night went on she started to feel more uncomfortable and untrusting about drunken Jesse and she asked could Iiro sleep in same bed with her.
Cockblocking was usually the language even most stubborn and drunk idiot believed. Iiro had made her safeplace before and let her sleep in much more vulnerable state so it felt natural.
He wouldn’t do anything funny. Except the guestroom was directly on top of the sauna and even sleeping with window open didn’t help. It was like sleeping in sauna. Oona got sweaty and threw her flimsy dress away during the night
and now Iiro was grabbing her bare breast. Ok. He was still asleep. Can’t get mad at something you do unconciously.
Oona shifts a little. Iiro is so close, his skin feels warm and he feels …hard? She pushes her hips little bit backwards and gets assured of it. That’s about as hard it can get. Iiro let’s out sleepy grunt. Oona starts to feel nervous and uneasy.
Just friends sharing the same bed and nothing more. Just that they don’t feel like friends at all now. Not after yesterday and that kiss. Get a grip. This can’t turn you on, woman. You
are friends. Just friends. Get a grip now.
She shifts her hips tentatively again against him and now Iiro let’s out a shaky breath. This is playing with fire. Hand on her breast squeezes little making her inhale sharply.
Uh, he’s waking up. Better to get up and leave before…
- Good morning, Iiro mutters.
- Good morning, Oona holds her breath and turns to look at the deep blue eyes next to her. The puppy eyes. Venla wasn't wrong. Iiro has so beautiful eyes.
– Did you get good sleep? Iiro yawns, notices where his hand is and lets his hold go. He clears his throat and there's hint of red in his face.
– It was ok. How about you? Oona tries to sound calm. Oh god, her heartbeat is so loud and she feels like shaking.
– Better than usual, Iiro stares Oona’s eyes and knit his brows together. – Um. About yesterday…
Oona feels a lump in her throat when Iiro gently caress her neck and chin with his fingertips. He does it very gently, almost like he's scared to touch her.
– That kiss. It was real, wasn’t it? It wasn't just dare.
He’s so close, almost about to kiss her again and Oona is very cautious remembering they are practically naked.
– Did you get good sleep? Iiro yawns, notices where his hand is and lets his hold go. He clears his throat and there's hint of red in his face.
– It was ok. How about you? Oona tries to sound calm. Oh god, her heartbeat is so loud and she feels like shaking.
– Better than usual, Iiro stares Oona’s eyes and knit his brows together. – Um. About yesterday…
Oona feels a lump in her throat when Iiro gently caress her neck and chin with his fingertips. He does it very gently, almost like he's scared to touch her.
– That kiss. It was real, wasn’t it? It wasn't just dare.
He’s so close, almost about to kiss her again and Oona is very cautious remembering they are practically naked.
He’s dating. You are not going to do this. Get up, get away. Now!
With inhumane strenght, Oona climbs up and reaches her dress from the floor.
– I need to go to toilet. It sounds fake even to her own ears and gets dressed with hurry.
– Ok, Iiro says and frowns. - Are you coming back?
- I don't know, Oona whimpers before running out.
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