I Think This Is Yours

[Felix Nicholas]

The laundry room was busier then usual. Felix gave a polite nod and a welcoming tilt of his hand in a small wave to the older lady who lived with his husband next door, the young college student with copious amounts of golden curls, and various other patrons who called the complex home. He'd left a pile of clothing on a slow cycle earlier that morning, and as he often did, left it alone while he hurriedly finished off some paperwork up in his apartment.
When the teacher crouched down to the machine he'd selected however, he furrowed his brow; It was in use, the clothing inside whirling round in a dance of jackets and t shirts... Which didn't belong to him. Felix ran a hand through his hair, pouting slightly before casting his gaze round until his eyes fell upon what he assumed was his canvas wash bag, clearly laden with clothing. Someone must have pulled out his clothes once they were done since they needed the machine...
With a grin, the teacher reached out and grabbed hold of the bag, pulling it to him, pulling upon the drawstring. 
A small piece of thin material tumbled out by Felix's feet. He tilted his head slightly, furrowing his eyebrows in slight confusion at the garment, plucking it up by his fingertips and standing up, trying to untangle the material in order to work out exactly what had invaded his wash bag. He heard a small gasp and a disapproving mumble, and glanced over to the older woman, who was giving the young teacher a disdainful look. Felix raised an eyebrow, before looking back to the clothing he was holding aloft.
It hit him like a ton of bricks... In Felix's grasp was a frankly see through piece of intensely black lingerie, lined with lace. At once his face flushed scarlet, and he quickly went to shove the item back into the bag as though it had burned him. "It's not mine!" He protested, looking over his shoulder and giving the woman a lop sided smile, holding his hands up defensively; She merely tutted and made her way out, mumbling about the state of kids today.

Once she'd made her hasty exit, Felix looked back to the bag... It looked like his, and there was no other laundry bag... The owner of the um... Item, must have accidentally taken his wash bag, leaving her own. He looked to the remaining woman in the room desperately, a girl who gave a giggle and shook her head, her curls bouncing on her shoulders; So if it wasn't hers... He bent down again, quickly shifting through the rest of the items in the bag before hurriedly doing it back up again, his face a touch more flushed from embarrassment.  

It DEFIANTLY wasn't Felix's laundry.

Felix knew of only one main suspect for whom the bag could belong to in the apartments this particular laundry room served, so the teacher quickly scooped up the bag to a few odd looks. "I'm just going to return it!" He pleaded, before pouting his bottom lip slightly and sighing, hurriedly taking his leave. Well, that was his reputation smudged for the foreseeable future.
Felix made his way over to the apartment in question, and gave the door a slight knock, hoping that the young woman was in. For all he knew, it might not be the bodyguard's... But from what he knew of Selina Taylor, it was highly likely what the teacher clutched in the canvas bag belonged to her. He gave a slightly embarrassed cough, running his free hand through his hair.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina didn’t quite enjoy doing the laundry, but it certainly wasn’t the bane of her existence either. All of her favorite things needed to be cleaned and she was excited to be able to have them done by tonight. She didn’t have any plans, but sometimes it was just fun to exist in sexy underwear. All of her delicates had just been washed and partially dried on a gentle slow cycle so her clothes wouldn’t shrink but they’d at least be dry enough to transport back to her apartment, when she got a call from a friend.

    In her distraction, maybe she wasn’t as careful as she should have been in picking up “her” laundry bag. When she got back to her apartment, Selina sighed happily and tossed the bag on her bed to be sorted through after a shower and some wine. Before she’d moved in with Riley, she often hadn’t even bothered with clothes after showers, but since she had a roommate now, she always made sure she was at least wearing something around her new home… even if the baby doll lingerie was rather sheer. The deep red fabric was soft and comfortable, while making her feel spoiled when merely hanging around her apartment. Some seemed to think she dressed the way she did for other people, but in all honesty, Selina’s favorite clothes were the ones that were comfortable and that made her feel good about herself.

    Her hair was still wet as she poured herself some sangria and picked up a book. Today, Selina was going to relax and enjoy what little time she had to herself now that things has started picking up so much at work. She was only a few pages into her book however, when someone knocked at her door. Selina was curious and placed a marker in her book so she could return to it later. She completely forgot that she wasn’t exactly fully dressed and opened the door to see her neighbor… what was his name again? “Can I help you?” she offered with a sly grin. He was an attractive fellow and she certainly wasn’t averse to him calling on her, though she had a feeling this might be different than a mere neighborly visit.

    The bag in his hands caught her attention and she absently wondered why he’d bring his laundry with him. “As versatile as my skillsets are, I’m afraid I don’t do other people’s laundry… although for the right incentive...,” she offered with a lingering glance down his body, an amused smirk gracing her features. “Maybe we could work something out.”

[Felix Nicholas]

Felix was quite frankly eager to rid himself of the wash bag; He'd already tarnished what reputation he'd held with a few of his neighbours, so the sooner he returned the garments and gained his own pile of shirts the better. He waited with eager patience for the door to open, already preparing his bright, warm smile as he considered the least embarrassing way to bring up the whole situation... The teacher didn't want to embarrass the poor woman on her own doorstep. He heard the door click, and it swung open... Revealing a sight which sent his warm grin retreating in place of an expression of complete and utter shock.
Selina Taylor, Felix's neighbour, had seemingly decided to open the door clad in nothing more then a slip of wine red material, which swept over her skin and left very little to the imagination. It wasn't exactly the sight Felix had expected, and after the initial shock Felix sharply fixed his eyeline onto Selina's face.

He blinked at her, and gave an awkward laugh, running a hand through his hair nervously before quickly waving it at her. "N-No, no. You've got me all wrong," He hurriedly corrected; He'd heard Selina was... Very forward at times, but this was beyond what Felix had expected. "I'm Felix... Your neighbour. You might remember me actually, I'm Isaac's godfather... I think we mixed up our laundry." He held up the canvas bag with his other hand. Felix was desperately aware of his face slowly shifting to a deep shade of red, his eyeline focused heavily on the dark haired young woman's gaze, not daring to move it in case she accused him of taking a lingering look at her attire. Felix had been brought up to be nothing if not a gentleman, and was disinclined to snatch a look of the bodyguard in her lingerie, no matter the temptation. He simply wasn't that kind of man.

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina grinned as he introduced himself, “Ah yes, Felix. That was the name,” she replied finally putting two and two together. She then glanced at the laundry bag and… yup it was hers. There were a few scuffs she definitely recognized… but… “Oh? What makes you say that?” she asked, her expression as neutral as she could make it. He was too cute and she just couldn’t resist teasing him a little. That blush was adorable, and she was interested in what other expressions she could draw from him.

    He was working so hard to keep his eyes on her face, she couldn’t help stretching, the movement incidentally pushing her chest forward. Selina then leaned against the door frame and smiled up at him, not caring about the glances she was sure to get from passerby. “Perhaps I should invite you in while we get this sorted out? After all, it’s a bit chilly out there and well,” she offered, indicating her lack of clothing with a simple gesture, “I’m not quite dressed for it,” she added with a wicked smirk. The cold actually didn’t bother in the slightest, but he didn’t need to know that just yet.

    Selina felt a smidgen of guilt, as he seemed to be a true gentleman… but it wasn’t enough to stop her from feigning a small shiver. What could she say? He was fine as hell. Besides, she should get to know her neighbors better. It was what Mr. Rogers would do. He didn’t seem the type to warm her bed just yet, but she didn’t see a ring on his hand... he’d also probably make far better conversation than a few of the more judgmental residents nearby. She knew what people said when they talked about her, and she didn’t care, but it was always nice to meet people who didn't seem to be hung up on hypocrisy. It was too early to tell of course, but he didn't yet seem like the type to criticize.

[Felix Nicholas]

Her seeming lack of knowledge of having mixed up the wash bags brought about a wave of intense embarrassment over Felix, unsure on how exactly to word how he was fairly certain the bag was hers. How exactly do you voice that you accidentally went through a young woman's underwear collection?!
He gave an awkward grin, his face still flushed with heat as he glanced down to the bag in his hand, his other again nervously finding his hair, gripping it slightly. "Well, um, let's just say... Well, I checked inside, just to see if it was mine," He quickly assured, snapping his eyeline very sharply back to the woman's face. "And... ... Well I'm sure you know what you were washing." Then came another uneasy laugh from the teacher, letting his arm drop to his side, his gaze momentarily darting slightly downwards when she stretched, the movement having caught his eye before he could help it.
As though the sight had burned his eyes Felix focused back onto Selina's gaze, positive that by now his entire face must be a bright shade of scarlet. He then blinked, noting the slight shiver she gave, likely drawn from the chilled Montana winter air; Felix himself was a touch chilly, so the bodyguard must be freezing. The teacher's embarrassed expression softened, not wanting the poor woman to fall ill because he was too busy stumbling over his words on her doorstep. "... O-Okay, but honestly, I can assure you that this is yours," He spoke, moving to step past her and into her apartment. "So if... If you could just get mine, we can make sure before I um... Leave you to what you had planned, Miss.Taylor."

Felix didn't know that lingerie was Selina's choice of dress for merely lounging around, and so was assuming he'd caught her about to meet some gentleman of gentlewoman caller of hers.