Help her pick them up

You lean over, helping her as you grab a skirt, pulling it into the basket, before grabbing a blouse and throwing it in too. You keep throwing clothes into the basket, before looking at Sarah.

"Thanks, Jack, I app... wait, not that!"

You pause, taken aback by her weird reaction, as she awkwardly goes to grab the laundry out of your hands, before she pauses, unsure of herself.

"What...?" you ask, before looking down to see a bright pink and black, leopard-print panties in your hand, with a noticeably wet gusset, your fingers feeling the wetness as its pungent odor hits you.

"Oh, are these yours?"

"I'm... yeah," she says, wincing. "Sorry, I know they... smell, I was... never mind."

You laugh at her embarrassment, as she turns from blushing to annoyed.

"Leopard print? I expected something a bit classier from you," you grin, snatching your hand away as Sarah tries to grab them.

"Give them back!" she says, as you deftly avoid another grab.

Sarah pushes you up against the washing machine, pressing her body against yours as she grabs the panties back. You feel her warm body pressed against yours, as she looks furiously at you.

"Asshole," you say.

"Hey, I think they'd look cute on you," you smile, as she blushes again, biting her lip as she looks at you.