The closet, then downstairs

Imagining Alex sitting there looking in her window brought Mackenzie back to her senses somewhat. She was here to help, and Alex was hurt, sitting on the floor downstairs. And she was fantasizing... Well, distracted, anyway. Rushing towards the door, she felt her bare legs touching as she moved and was reminded of how little she was actually wearing. And how much she wanted to be covered again. Setting the kit down, she compromised and reached for the first two articles of clothing she could see, thrown awkwardly across the hamper.

Mackenzie grabbed a pair of heavy gray sweat pants, stepping into them and pulling them up around her hips. They were ridiculously large on her, the cuffs extending down almost 6 inches past her feet, and as she released the waist band, they immediately started to fall back down her legs, before she tugged them up with both hands. She pulled the drawstring out as far as she could, the material bunching to hang loosely above her hips, but all the slack made it difficult to tie them and they would barely stay up, even with the tank top layered under them. Bending over and quickly rolling the cuffs up a dozen times each, she could feel the tank top fall away from her breasts entirely, and just a peek downward confirmed that her nipples were visible through the ill-fitting neckline. Biting her lip anxiously, she tried to put the indecency out of her mind and resolved to keep control of what she was showing.

With her legs covered, she grabbed a red open flannel shirt that was sitting below it. Putting her small arms into the large sleeves made her feel almost like a child, but with an added rush of nervousness. As she pulled the neck of the shirt together in front of her nose, she felt a bit of shame at the situation. She was wearing his dirty clothes... Would he think she was a creep? They weren't wet or anything gross... And they didn't smell bad, just... Like him. Really strongly. Blushing, she realized she was still smelling the inside of the shirt, and a sudden and surprise chill ran down her spine, causing her to shimmy her hips back and forth as it passed. Quickly shaking her head and fastening down the front of the shirt, she was a bit disappointed to see that it had snaps instead of buttons. If Alex was wearing it, it would only take her seconds to get to his chest... Which brought a pleasant image to her mind, along with the mutual realization that it would have only taken him seconds to get to her chest too...

Feeling a bit warm and overcome, she quickly grabbed the lantern and first-aid kit, heading back down the stairs to Alex. Wearing such oversized clothing with no underwear was distracting as it seemed to bounce around her rather than on her, and she was entirely too aware of it. At least helping Alex would help her get focused and help her forget about her embarrassing clothing situation...