She wasn't exactly thrilled when he pulled away but she knew his curiousity would be peaked when he noticed the black flash of lace. She wasn't dressed that differently then normal. The shirt she had was actually hers but she was pretty sure the smokey eyes and tousled hair probably made her look a little more, well, feminine, then she normally did. She watched his eyes, her heart pounding, nerves flaring up as his hands slipped up her sides, brushing her skin and tugging the soft fabric over her head. She sucked her stomach in, mostly out of nerves, suddenly feeling very exposed. He broke their gaze and she watched his eyes drop to her breasts. They were small. Barely a B cup and there wasn't a whole lot that could be done with them but the sets Emma had forced her into seemed to make them look a little more... seductive. Usually she just popped a sports bra on and that was the end of it.
When his eyes met hers, that familiar smirk and arched eyebrow staring at her, Katie gave a tiny shrug. The air seemed to crackle between them as his hands easily found the button of her jeans, finding the black lace under the denim. She swallowed, feeling nervous as she waited for his eyes to make their way back up. When she saw the laugher, Katie wasn't sure whether to laugh or punch him.
"Shut it," she said, blushing, cheeks turning red. Katie wasn't shy. She wasn't overly modest but she had the insane urge to cover herself back up. Standing in her lace bralette and jeans, her feelings for him out in the open, she felt oddly vulnerable. "You're supposed to go weak at the knees and worship at the alter of my femininity." Or whatever ti was the sales woman said.