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A/N: Well - Here's me stalling. :) Enjoy, everyone.
He knew he shouldn't have agreed to this - But she promised him it'd be worth his time.
And Oliver Oken now regretted that decision, as he was rendered incapable of doing anything.
"Just stay here - I have to try something." She had sat him down on the bed, and left to get something. He sighed, looking around, bored.
She came back, and he saw what she had.
"Oh no - You're not seriously--"
"--Oliver, please," she begged. "It's my first time - And I wanted to try something-- Someone.." She struggled for words. "Interesting, and something important to me," she pouted, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Alright, alright," he sighed. "Just go."
"I hope it won't take long."
He glared at her. "Me too."
It turned out she wasn't just a first-timer - She was slow, and she was so new to this. Oliver groaned, as he remained immobile - No matter how much he wanted to take control of the situation and jump up.
"Jesus, Miley--" Oliver sucked in a breath, as she shot him a glare, and returned to her work. He blinked.
The way she moved so fast, and so furiously - You'd think she was trying to kill somebody - And by the way it was going, Oliver was well on his way there.
"Mileyyyy," he whined.
"Be quiet," she shot at him, not even looking at him properly. "Stay still - I'm doing the work here."
"But Miley--"
"Shush--"
"--I can't hold it in," he moaned, inhaling pitifully.
She stared at him, pausing a second, and sighed.
"Just a bit more," she pleaded, looking back down.
He sighed, and slumped back a little, pouting. He winced slightly as the kink in his neck came back.
Finally, she jumped up, and clapped her hands in triumph.
"Done!"
"Yay!" He shot off the bed, faster than intended, as the blood rushed to his head. "Ow."
She giggled softly, gathering up her things. "Doughnut," she murmured quietly.
Oliver bounded towards her, hands outstretched.
"Can I see?"
She clutched the sketchpad to herself, looking around hesitantly.
"Er-- No?"
"Come on Miley - I was your model for at least two hours - I think I deserve to see."
"I'm.. Embarrassed to show you."
"Why would you be embarrased? I've seen your art before - You're amazing."
She blushed, finally giving in, and slowly handing him the pad, as she began fiddling with her pencil.
He flipped the pad open, and his eyebrows rose up. He almost dropped it.
"Oh my gosh - Miles - This is amazing. Is this supposed to be me?" She stared at him, cocking an eyebrow. "Oh." He smiled sheepishly. "Well - I know it's supposed to be me-- But, I think you made me look better than in real life."
She nodded nervously chewing the inside of her lip.
"Why would you be embarrased to show me this?"
She blushed harder, and bit her lip, shrugging.
"This is great. Totally worth my two hours," he assured her.
She smiled shyly at him, before inhaling deeply.
"Okay - Could you just-- Stand there, and stay still, for just a little?"
He groaned, his happy facade dispassitating. "But Mileyy--"
"Oliver."
"Fine."
He stood there, his eyes closed, and arms crossed, and lips pursed, waiting for it to pass.
He suddenly felt a presence in front of him, the warmth of body heat radiating towards him.
Then, hands cupped his cheeks, and a pair of soft lips were gently pressing themselves against his own.
His stomach exploded with fireworks, but the moment was over as soon as it began, and Miley was pulling back, her hands still on his cheeks.
"I told you it'd be worth your time," she whispered against his lips, before pulling away, and humming happily to herself.
Clearly, it had been worth her time too.
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