day three: Underwear



Hale glanced at Meela as she sat on the floor, going over her notebooks. she could have worn a robe or her kimonos, or the clothes she came in the day before, but she just sat in his binder, some button up and his briefs. They had almost the same hip and rear size, but her thighs were thicker and she was stretching them out.



"Are you wearing my underwear?" he asked lightly, placing a cup of tea on the coffee table near her workspace. Hale had an entire office space and table she could utilize instead of the carpetted floor of the livingroom.



She used a pencil to scribble in some equations. "Hmm."



"You have sweats here."



"These are fine." she said, voice tight. Was she annoyed?



"I can get you a few shorts--"



"Are you annoyed I'm wearing your panties?" she snorted, tilting her head up to glare at him. Hale frowned a bit, "Good."



"Excuse me?"



She reached in a her satchel and retrieved a scrap of fabric. Pink, lacey, with a familiar pattern. She hooked her fingers to each end and spread the bit to show him. "I'll stop wearing yours, when you stop tearing mine up."