S3 2. Spicing Up The Things

 - I thought we could do something new, Oona grins and pulls her baggy pants off.

– Yeah? Iiro tries not to look so much but can’t help noticing Ilja is staring Oona getting ready. It's annoying.
– Plain nudes are so passe so I thought some accessories could spice it up.
– Spice it up! Iiro almost chokes on his words. Oona doesn’t need anything to spice it up for god sake. Is she trying to make things crazy?

– Ok. Nice, Ilja comments and Iiro glares at him venomously.
– You wanted pinup so that’s what you’re going to get. Sorry about panties. I missed my laundry day, Oona explains her odd coloured undies.
– Ha ha, who cares about panties! Ilja laughs.
– I do. I’m not going to show you guys all. This time. Oona teases and gets playful look.
– Wait, I… Iiro almost bites on his tongue.
– That does looks very good, Ilja compliments when Oona puts heels on. Stockings, little panties and killer heels. – Works for me, Ilja nods.

If before was hell what kind of torture this was called? Iiro feels trapped.

- So how do you guys want me? Oona makes a clearest double meaning with her tone this far and positions herself onto Iiro’s chair in brand new way.
– You slay, girl! Ilja smirks.
– Uh huh, is the only thing Iiro could say.
– Hold it, Ilja says before Iiro gets his speech back. – Can you curve your back more and bring your hips little forward.
– Like this?
– Looks good. Can you hold it?
– Mm. For some time.

Iiro looks at his hand and how it shakes. His palms are sweating too.
– What’s your sport? Ilja asks.
– Crossfit and Krav maga, Oona replys.
– Great. What gym you’d recommend? I should find a place to gym here.

They casually chat over workout and Iiro tries to get something done. Oona changes her position and turns her eyes straight to him. Shit. She purses her lips just little, like getting more into that sultry image.

Taika.

He’s going to see her later. Get a grip. Oona’s blue eyes burn holes onto him. She is like forbidden fruit. She teases him, now worse than before but won't give in. Or...?

Taika. Don’t forget. Taika.

The last thing Iiro wants is to get Taika hurt. And damnit Oona! Why these poses? This spicying things up? This isn’t just modelling anymore. Why?

- Hey, this is great but you could do little add up with ice, Ilja comments after some poses.
– You mean for…? Oona ask and gestures her bust.
– Yeah.
- Ok. Let's do it, Oona grins.
– Do you have ice, pal? Ilja puts his sketchbook away and looks Iiro questionly.

– Jesus, dude, Iiro grunts as Ilja jumps over his bed to check the fridge.
– Someone really got into this! Oona laughs.
– He’s always like that, Iiro murmurs.
– Found some, Ilja comes back and hands Oona some ice.
– Why didn’t I thought about this before, Oona takes the ice cubes and places them on her nipples. -Ooh gosh! She exhales quickly.
– Sensitive to cold?
– Try yourself and say that again! Oona shivers and laughs aloud. – Well, girls will look good after this.
– Oh man… Iiro complaints aloud. Someone just shoot me now.

– What’s a pinup without perky tits? Ilja shrugs and dries his hands on his trousers. Iiro stares his bestie in menacing way. – What? Start drawing. The effect won’t last forever.
– You sound like you know it all, Oona raises her brows and smirks.
– Been around, Ilja chuckles and flirts back.

- Well that was something else, Ilja scratches his chin after Oona was gone and nothing happened to his displease. – Never had a drawing session like this before.
- I’ll kill you for this, Iiro murmurs and holds his head.
– For little prank? She was playing along nicely, Ilja grins.
– I’m dating, Iiro wipes his face.
- Never stopped you before, Ilja raises a brow. This is not Iiro he used to know.

– It’s different now, Iiro mumbles. - I love Taika.
- Who are you trying to fool. You’d bang her the second you get the chance. Ilja shakes his head. What? Love? Really? – You said she was no go. I say she’s very much giving green light. If you won’t I will.
– No fucking way you won’t! Iiro sounds annoyed and frustrated.

– Look. If you’d just said something we all would be a sweaty messy tangle having a great threesome right now. I waited for that to happen.
– I won’t mess Oona's friendship like that.
Ilja shakes his head.
– Did you listen what she said at all? ”I won’t show it all - this time?” How do you guys want me?” it was open invitation.
– Nuh uh, Iiro shakes his head. -She’s tease. But she runs the moment you try to reach her.

– Take your head from your arse. Ilja rolls his eyes. – She was watching our sweating there. Enjoying it. Whatever you say she was looking to get railed.
– Don’t you dare do her! Iiro yells.
- Then stop pretending! Ilja snaps back.
– Like what?
– You are dating but you feel for her. You really feel for her.
– Fine. Fine! I do feel for her.
– So what’s going on? Ilja spreads his arms cluelessly.
– Is it possible to have very deep feelings for two different persons? Like real feelings? Iiro's voice goes down to very quiet.
– I guess. Ilja's brows grow together.
– Taika is like the perfect GF. Like she’s tailored to me, but…
- You want to fuck Oona.
Iiro gives Ilja tired look.
– Yes and no. I'd want them both.