Kat sat in her underwear, rummaging through her bag, before pulling out… cat-covered pajamas. Of course. "Raven, aren't these so cute?" she exclaimed. She was holding them up in front of her, but it wasn't enough to cover up all her skin. "Hey come on, look at them! There are little Dustys, and tabbies, and calicos, and—" she paused to suck in air, smiling and looking at Raven expectantly.
"Y—yeah, they're uh, really cute…" Raven said a little shakily. She tried to focus on smiling and focusing only on the clothes, and not raking her eyes over Kat's body. This was going to be a challenge if even this tested her self-control.
At least Raven was able to react appropriately, complimenting Kat. Maybe she would finally put on her damn clothes so Raven could stop desperately trying to avoid staring at her skin, bra, and panties. Not that she was desperate.
Raven sighed gratefully as Kat began to dress. She tore her eyes away and inwardly cursed and punched at an imaginary wall. Her body throbbed now, and she could still see Kat out of the corner of her eye. Kat lifted her arms to pull the t-shirt over her head, showing off her toned stomach and the swell of her breasts. She pulled her t-shirt on all the way and stood up to put on her pants.
Raven couldn't help but glance out of the corner of her eye and note how gracefully she moved. Ever the way she bent over… Raven had to stop. She was wet enough from Kat's unintentional strip tease, she didn't couldn't afford to be thinking of her bending over for her now.
Kat stepped into her pants, slowly pulling them up, and Raven's eyes traced up with the pants. Kat couldn't be doing this on purpose, right? She had to be too innocent for that. And that was assuming that Kat was even interested in Raven in the first place.
Finally dressed, Kat plopped back down.