Naked and Afraid
Kitty strolled through her small living room, Steve Rogers right on her tail. "I'm just sayin', maybe he shouldn't've been puttin' his dick where it didn't belong-" Her judgemental comment was cut off when she opened her bedroom door. Ashley LeRoux was butt-ass naked on her bed in the 'draw me like one of your French girls' pose, a smile plastered on his face.
"Hello there-"
Kitty yelped and quickly shut the door.
"What's wrong?" Steve asked with concern.
Kitty pressed her back to the door and said, "Oh, uh, my dirty laundry is on the floor. I, uh, don't want you to see my underwear-"
"Kitty," Steve sighed. "You know that I don't care."
"Uh, okay, I'll, uh," Kitty's eyes darted to the bedroom and she raised her voice. "I'LL JUST OPEN THE DOOR NOW."
Steve looked around. "...Okay?"
Kitty held her breath as she eased the door open. She let it out in relief when she saw that there was no Naked Ashley in her bed. For now.