Willow helps Tara first

Willow's attention drifted from Tara, to the nude Buffy, and back to her girlfriend again. She bit her lip.

"Uh..." Willow hesitated. "I... there's... Unfreezing you should be easy, we know what spell caused that, it just takes a little time. Easier with help, but Tara's, uh..."

Tara's cheeks coloured slightly; she was in the same boat as Buffy, albeit voluntarily, and with a ready-made solution. It had been a playful spell by Willow to ensure she'd be naked whenever they went to bed, but still allow her to dress after, well, Tara wasn't going to share that with Buffy.

Though thanks to the Slayer's interruption, she was rather glad Buffy couldn't turn around just then.

"Tara'll just get dressed, then we can help you, right Tara?" Willow said.

She glanced sideways again. It was a little gratifying to see Tara distracted by Buffy's ass too.

Tara coughed and nodded.

"Hurry up!" Buffy said.

Uh. It was Willow's turn to blush then; not with the door open, and not with Buffy right there, even if she was looking away.

Well, the house had other rooms.

"Ok, so, uh, something to take care of first," Willow said. "We'll just be gone for a bit, then we'll be right back to help you, I promise."

"Gone?!" Buffy squeaked. "You said she just had to get dressed, why are you-"

"Don't ask," Tara said quickly. Now her cheeks were approaching Buffy's in terms of redness.

"Wait, is it a spell?" Buffy said. "I saw her clothes when I was hiding, do you know what-"

"No!" Willow said quickly. "It's not that. Can't be. That was, uh, specific to Tara. Specific traits. You must've... I don't know, maybe it's something a demon did, or another witch. It might've tapped into our, uh, spell, but it's not the same."

Right? Willow bit her lip, trying not to show her indecision.

Well it probably was better to take the brute **** approach anyway, unravel it as though it was some separate hex. The normal solution would be... fun, but inappropriate.

"Then why do you have to go?!" Buffy said.

There was an awkward silence. broken by a squeal from Buffy that managed to be simultaneously mortified and indignant as she realised just why Willow and Tara were hesitating.

"No! You're not taking a time out from getting me out of this to go have a quickie!" Buffy said.

"It's so Tara can help," Willow said. "We'll, uh, try not to be too long."

Willow was the first to get out of the bed; unsurprisingly Tara waited behind. Buffy might've wanted to try for a mad naked dash through the house, but Tara wouldn't have.

Luckily there was only one person present Tara cared about hiding from, and that person was easy enough to deal with. Willow moved in front of Buffy, and quickly placed her hands over Buffy's eyes.

"Hey!" Buffy said.

"It's so Tara can..." Willow's voice trailed off.

She tried to sound apologetic, though in truth she was distracted by her glanced down. Huh, who'd have thought she'd get to see this much of Buffy?

No! Bad Willow. Her cheeks coloured and she looked back up, silently gesturing to Tara to move now. Her girlfriend quickly moved, getting up and hurrying by the both of them, brushing Buffy's shoulder.

She hesitated too; apparently the temptation to peek was too much. Willow couldn't help take a second glimpse too.

"What's going on?" Buffy said, eyes still covered.

Willow coughed. "N-nothing! She's almost there."

Tara nodded, cheeks pink, and hurried to the next room along. Willow breathed a sigh of relief, took a last look, then lowered her hand and moved away.

"Wills!" Buffy protested.

"Sorry!" Willow said breathlessly.

Then she shut the door behind her with a little too much eagerness, leaving the nude Buffy once more standing in the hallway.

At least no one was staring at her ass any more, right? That was a plus. That had to be a plus.

Buffy whimpered. Even so it was impossible not to feel exposed. God, she could see down the stairs from where she was, right down to the front door, and if she could see that much of the house it meant it would be far too easy for them to see her.

Her eyes went wide as the front door rattled. Wait, was someone-

"Willow?!" Buffy called, increasingly panicked.

Damn it, Willow apparently wasn't going to be any help just then, occupied as she was. Eyes wide, Buffy stared and just prayed whoever was at the door didn't have a key.