Hide in the closet!

No, screw that, she was not going out into the hallway stark naked. That just... wasn't happening. Buffy hastily glanced around, before her eyes quickly settled on the room's closet.

Big, decently roomy, ok. And if nothing else it had clothes in; Buffy scrambled off the bed, hurrying over to the closet and pulling the door open, eyes scanning its contents. Maybe she could-

She reached out to one of Willow's least offensive tops; the garment seemed to shrink away from her hand, like it was somehow magnetically repelled. What-

Then Buffy heard footsteps grow louder. Oh god! With no time to puzzle out that mystery, Buffy took a step forwards and pulled the closet door shut behind her, holding her breath and praying no one looked too closely at the shutters in the door.

She'd seen it from outside; there was no way to make much out in the darkness of the closet. Hopefully, if someone did go into this room, they'd be in and out quickly and Buffy could get back to her room.

The garments in this wardrobe still seemed to shrink away from her. She prayed it was just some security charm of Willow's; there was no way she'd just ended up trapped nude, was there?!

She flushed at the thought, shrinking back and still feeling exposed even through just the thin slits in the door.

And then she heard voices and movement.

"Doesn't look like Buffy's home," Was that Willow? "We've got the house to ourselves."

She sounded... oh god, she sounded flirtatious.

"Are you sure?" and that was definitely Tara's voice.

"Mm-hmm," Willow said. There was a sound Buffy took to be Willow sitting on the bed. "Come over here."

"Is your... spell still active?" Tara said.

"Of course," Willow said. "Why wouldn't it be?"

Spell?! There was some kind of spell? Was that-

Suddenly a folded up set of clothes appeared by Buffy's feet. She squeaked from shock; in the little light she had, that seemed like something Tara would wear.

Wait, had she- was that what had caused-

Buffy reached for those clothes too, crouching as silently as she could; they almost jumped off the floor in their effort to escape her.

She whimpered in disappointment, then flushed, freezing. Oh god, she hoped they hadn't heard her.

She could not be caught like this; she was hiding naked in their closet! Nervously, Buffy's arms shifted, moving back to covering her tits out of instinct. She just prayed neither of them saw her.

And then she realised why they hadn't heard her. There was a sound of... probably making out, though it probably wasn't going to stay like that. Oh god.

Buffy's cheeks burned. She did not want to just hide out here through all that; she wasn't some kind of peeping tom, or peeping tam, or whatever the female equivalent was. Fuck, etymology was really not her priority. She couldn't just hide and watch, especially given that Tara's clothes were by her feet. Unless she got truly absurdly lucky, Tara would be coming to collect and opening the closet.

But what else could she do?! The only way out was the closet door, and that would lead right into full view of her friends.