Get Willow's help

No, screw it, she wanted to get this over with. Buffy took a deep breath and pushed at her door-

And regretted it almost immediately. Of course Dawn and her friends had opted to wait in the hallway. One moment Buffy was in her room, the next she was running nude past her sister and the eyes of all of Dawn's friends. Flushing, Buffy crossed an arm over her chest, and reached back with the other to try vainly and cover her ass as she hurried.

"There she is!"

Buffy didn't hear who crowed, instead darting down the hall, cheeks burning. It wasn't far to the door Willow and Tara had vanished into, she just had to make it.

She whimpered, moving the arm from her chest to knock as hard as she could, other hand shaking. It was pitifully inadequate to cover her behind, she knew, but she needed to do something beyond just feel their stares.

"Huh, your sister should do this more often."

"Fun huh?"

And that was Dawn's voice. Buffy squeaked, and opted to cheat and push with Slayer-strength on the door handle. She didn't care why Willow and Tara had locked it, something had gotten her naked and now she needed them to fix it!

Breathless, Buffy slipped through the door and closed it behind her, bright red. And-

And there was Tara, in a similar predicament to Buffy; she yelped and crossed her arms over her admittedly impressive tits the moment Buffy burst in, with the rest of her modesty protected by, well, Willow's head.

"B-Buffy!" Tara yelped. "What-"

"Don't act like I'm the inappropriate one here!" Buffy yelped. "You were meant to be helping, not- this!"

Tara scrabbled, reaching for a gown Willow had brought in. Willow meanwhile pulled back, awkwardly adjusting her own outfit; she cleared her throat.

"We, uh, got distracted," Willow said.

"Is that what you call it?" Buffy said. "You left me stuck naked in the hallway! Dawn came home! Giles visited! And right now Dawn's brought all her friends over to stare! And I still can't get dressed!"

Slowly, Buffy became aware the two were staring. Blushing, Buffy hastily drew her arms inwards from her indignant gesturing, remembering ti try and cover up her nudity rather than being distracted by her anger.

"S-sorry," Tara said.

"We were just, uh, working on it," Willow said. "We still don't know what made you end up like that."

"It could be..." Tara said.

"N-no," Willow said, "It wouldn't be that-"

"Be what?!" Buffy said. "If you know how to break it, try it, I'll try anything!"

There was an awkward pause. Tara flushed.

"Willow, uh, has a spell on our bed," Tara said. "For, uh, certain blondes to, uh, not..."

Willow smiled awkwardly.

"It should only work on Tara though," Willow said. "We can work on finding another cause-"

"I've seen Tara get dressed!" Buffy said. "Can we just try that before you spend a few days leaving me like this? Whatever you do for her."

Willow coughed awkwardly.

"We never talk about this again," Buffy said, beet-red. Willow and Tara nodded.

Awkwardly, Buffy walked out of the room, wrapped in a spare gown. Now to make sure she never went anywhere near Willow and Tara's bed ever again... Making a mental note of that, she gratefully returned to her room.

Ugh, it figured, now wearing clothes felt weird. She slumped onto her bed; Slaying be damned, she deserved a break after the day she'd had. She could yell at Dawn in the morning.

Idly she noticed an odd flower on her pillow. Buffy frowned, but shrugged it off. Something else for future Buffy to worry about.

Willow glanced over her shoulder; Tara was sleeping. She smiled fondly. Then, quietly, Willow wandered over to their wardrobe. She kept a few spell ingredients, among other things, at the bottom. She didn't want to wake Tara; her girlfriend deserved the sleep. Instead she pulled out a rather thick, heavy photo album from the wardrobe, opening to a spot a few pages in, and began the process of adding in the photos Dawn had given her. There were quite a few.

It was hard not to want a souvenir of that day. Willow bit her lip, legs rubbing together slightly at the images.

She peered into the wardrobe again, checking her stock of herbs. She was getting low on Lethe's Bramble; it was a crucial ingredient in memory spells.

The way she thought of it, Buffy probably wouldn't want to remember an embarrassing ordeal like that. Who would? And ok, maybe it meant Buffy kept making the same mistakes, but in the long run...

Willow idly turned the pages. More photos of Buffy, then of Dawn, then Buffy and Dawn... Even Anya turned up on some of the later pages, among others. Someday she really should sort out that spell on their bed.

Eh, later. Biting her lip, Willow closed the photo album and slipped it back under the wardrobe. Then, quietly, she slipped back into bed with Tara.