Amy trips

With another click of your fingers, you move the bucket of water Amy was cleaning with to right in front of her feet. Clearly both of them are far too busy to notice the movement, and the bucket instantly gets caught on Amy's leg. You watch in near slow motion as she topples forward, the bucket majestically flying up into the air and showering her with far more water than it can logically hold. Amy is soaked head to toe before she can even reach the floor, which is good because you have better ideas. A little magical nudge in her fall and her flailing hands only have one thing to grab onto to break her fall. James's jeans.

As the bucket hits the floor you survey the carnage you have brought. Amy lays soaking wet, face down on the floor, her white blouse now practically see thru. Her hands still have hold of James's jeans, although they now sit at his ankles and he is stood there in just a black t-shirt and now slightly buldging Y-fronts.

"Fuck!" Amy cries once more as she struggles into a sitting position while a blushing James tries to hide his underwear with his hands.