Well, Lauren had already stolen the idea of dressing in Ben’s clothes, so she’d have to find some other way of messing with him. Didn’t mean she couldn’t still grab something of his to wear… A long pause, and she started rummaging through his wardrobe.

Five minutes later, and Amy had managed to squeeze her hips into a pair of Ben’s sweatpants, saying a short prayer for the strained fabric before digging through the wardrobe for a shirt. She’d snagged a t-shirt, was about to put it on-then she looked across the room to one of the bedposts. A smirk spread across her lips as she picked up the item of interest, glancing at it, then down at her bra.

A shrug.

[i]May as well commit[/i].

Finding Lauren wasn’t exactly a difficult matter, only as hard as chasing the calls for Ben to come collect his clothing that were echoing through the hallways. She walked after her quickly--not too quickly--before rounding a corner to see the boxer.

[color=E52B50]“I brought yours,”[/color] Amy said, grinning widely. She still had Ben’s sweatpants on, it wouldn’t do to miss this opportunity to mess with him (though they looked more like yoga pants on her), but above the waist… The contrast wasn’t as high between Amy’s ivory skin and the white coat as it was with Lauren’s, but she still wore it well… And totally braless.