Deeper into the park

(chapter originally by Teraton at writing.com)

"Willow! Where are we going?!"

"Uh, this way! This way looks right!"

"Looks?!"

In truth, Willow didn't really know which way she was going, but if she DID know that she was leading Mackenzie further from the exit, she probably would've been more than happy to keep going. As it was, the two of them had managed to lose the crowd, disappearing into a row of hedges and coming out a short distance nearby, behind a gift shop where they had a moment to catch their breath.

"Alright," Willow said, huffing and puffing a bit from the run, "we're all good now!"

"No!" Mackenzie shouted, hands clamped tight over her crotch, wincing once she realized how loud she was being. "No, we're not all good, Willow!" Mackenzie said again, in a harsh whisper this time. "Why didn't you tell me about the thread sooner?!"

"I, er, uh, was....." Willow looked around, hoping an excuse would occur to her, and luckily, a burst of inspiration came walking past their little alcove, ".... was, looking for a gift shop! To get you some clothes! And hey, we found another one!" Under Mackenzie's angry, incredulous, yet softening gaze, Willow scooted around the length of the building to peek around the corner. With a sheepish grin, she turned back to her half-bared companion. "This one only seems to sell mugs and decorations, but, still a good idea, don't you think?"

Mackenzie fumed for a moment longer, before letting out a deep sigh. "Yeah, alright, it's not a bad idea. You still could've noticed sooner!" Mackenzie fidgeted in place, feeling a breeze across her bare bottom, and Willow gave a sigh of relief while Mackenzie was distracted. Still... she was flying by the seat of her pants, and Mackenzie's lack of pants was not helping her concentrate any. She had to say something to get Mackenzie back on her side, and keep her exposed just a while longer. Eventually she came up with...