sharon in her underwear ; @superserumed ; accepting
She hadn’t meant to get her suit covered in mud and dirt, but apparently the universe had other plans in mind for Sharon, as during her job, a miscalculation in the landing meant that she had been thrown into a puddle of mud large enough to have its own zip code. Though, now that it had been covered completely in mud, it meant that Sharon had to clean it, and herself, resulting in a hot shower where she let the water pound out the tension in her shoulders and neck. Her underwear was mismatched and plain, black laced underwear and a white cotton bra, her blonde hair wrapped up in the white towel on top of her head as she made her way across the living room, bare feet padding against the wooden flooring.
She hadn’t been expecting anyone to enter her apartment though it was common, meaning that her hand moved to the gun she kept in the side table, pointing it at Steve as he calmly entered her apartment.
“Steve,” She sighed, returning the gun to its original position. “I apologise, if I’d known you were coming over, I’d have gotten dressed.”