#instrutor

“That’s right. Don’t worry. You’ll like him.”

“H-Him?”

The day of the two-model class comes around and you still haven’t met the guy.

You’re flagged down by the instructor, who hurries in your direction with a tall, handsome man following closely behind. Is that him?

“(Name)! This is Loki. Loki, (Name).”

The instructor allows the two of you a moment to get at least slightly acquainted with each other, since “you’ll need to be comfortable with each other for this one.”

You can practically feel your stomach drop, fearing the worst. “W-Wait, what?” What exactly does the instructor want you to do?!

As you’re handed a dainty sundress (which you make a mental note to ask if you could possibly keep because it’s just so pretty), you start to feel relieved that at least you’re wearing something. Still, you voice that reservation you still have in your mind.

“Oh, relax. I wouldn’t ask you to do anything risqué. And it’s not like I’m sticking you with anyone sketchy. Go get set up. It looks like Loki’s waiting for you.”

You turn toward the podium in the middle of the room, where Loki is standing in front of what looks like a makeshift “balcony.” With a gulp, you go to stand near him, but you’re still unsure of what you should do.

The pose described to you doesn’t exactly settle your nerves.

You adjust so that you’re sitting on the “balcony,” facing Loki. He places both of his hands on the frame, one right beside each of your hips.

“Okay, just a little closer.”

Loki makes his way closer to you until your kneecaps are practically jutting into his abdomen.

“And now start leaning.”

Leaning? Weren’t you just going to pretend to stare into each other’s eyes or something like that?

Loki slowly leans down toward your face, not breaking eye contact.

“Stop there. You’re good. (Name), he’s not gonna bite you. I promise.”

Loki cracks a grin. He goes from looking like he’s about to kiss you to trying not to laugh at you.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath to try to relax. As you slowly open your eyes, you see that Loki hasn’t moved in the slightest. Might as well get used to it. You maintain eye contact, trying to focus on the task at hand and to make an expression as tender as the one he has right now.

The class seems to be more into this particular session than any of the others you’ve been in. Everyone seems to zero in on every last detail of every last detail. Still, some have to stop for a split second to admire how “adorable” they think the pose is.

As the class goes on, you can’t help but feel a little vulnerable from how close you and Loki are… and how intense his gaze is. It’s sweet, but still intense. Periodically, you remind yourself how handsome he is, just for the sake of not thinking about how awkward you think the pose is.

Eventually, the session ends. Loki helps you down from the partial balcony, just like a gentleman would. You sheepishly thank him and go to get your belongings.

The majority of the class, however, didn’t finish the day’s sketch. “That’s fine. They’ll be back tomorrow, and we can get everything wrapped up then.”

Oh, no. Again?!

Loki catches up to you and asks you to a coffee date. “After all, that’s not the most comfortable pose for two strangers.”

You take him up on his offer. Maybe he’s right. Maybe it won’t be as weird once you get to know each other.

All goes well, and the pose does become noticeably easier. The invasion of personal space is still odd, but it’s not as painfully awkward.

Everyone else notices the improved chemistry, too. “They’re so cute.” “Wish someone would look at me like that.” “Goals; am I right?”

The sketches are (finally) finished, and you feel like you’re being paroled.

You’re about to tell Loki that it was nice meeting him when you notice that he’s looking at all the drawings, particularly the most recent. It’s easy to see why he’s so mesmerized. They’re all done beautifully, and each showcases the chemistry between you more than the last.

There was nothing overtly sexual about the pose (and certainly not either of your outfits), but the drawings of both of you seem somehow… sexy. Tasteful, but sexy. You start to think back to the sessions where you posed by yourself. They were artistic and elegant, but never sexy.

“(Name)?”

You jump. “Y-Yes?”