Run and avoid explanations

She didn't want to hide in here forever and just let Willow and Tara do... that on the far side of the door, but she didn't want to announce herself either. Explanations might be quick, but they'd still entail cowering naked in front of her friends.

That was a hard no to both those options, which left leaving the closet and just running like hell. It wasn't far to her room, and ideally they could talk about it when she had rather more on.

Which had to be possible, right? The clothes in this closet were only shrinking from her touch because of some security charm, right?

At least she could get somewhere she could hide properly, ask Willow for help when she was under a duvet or something, not standing in a closet and...

Buffy swallowed. Her cheeks burned, as much at the sounds she could hear her friends making as at her current situation. Definitely get this over with sooner rather than later.

She pulled back, then launched herself at the closet door as hard as it could. It opened easily, and she was immediately in a sprint. The doorway out to the hall was right there, it'd only be a second before she reached it-

Behind her, she heard Tara cry out from shock. She didn't look at either Willow or Tara, too busy silently hoping they didn't get a good look at her.

"Stop!"

Willow shouted, but there was an odd echo to her voice, an almost unnatural edge to it. Buffy had heard it before; she'd always associated it with when Willow used magic.

Buffy was already in the doorway when she found herself freezing.

"Oh goddess, Buffy!" Willow said, her commanding tone giving way to something much more surprised.

Buffy yelped, finding herself trapped. It was like the air had frozen around her. One moment she'd been running, the next...

She couldn't move; at best she could frantically turn her head from side to side, managing to go so far as glimpse the doorframe, but nothing more. She was frozen mid-step, and-

And still naked. Buffy gulped, doing her best not to think about what Willow and Tara could see. At least they were behind her, so she didn't have to meet their gaze, but that still meant they'd be looking at...

"Willow!" Buffy said, panicked.

Behind her, Willow was staring, wide-eyed. Of all the things she'd expected to see today, Buffy's toned ass had never been high on her list. She swallowed, throat dry.

"I- uh- I- wh-why were you in our closet?" Willow said.

"And why are you naked?!" Tara said.

Buffy's cheeks flamed.

"I don't know!" she yelped. "I was looking for something to help with a demon, and then I was like this, and then you came in so I hid, but then you started doing- so I hurried out and- Willow, let me go!"

"I, uh, I thought you were a demon," Willow said awkwardly. "Bursting out like that, it was the first thing I could think to do."

A freeze spell. Great. Buffy bit back a whimper.

"Well undo it!" she said, panicked.

"I... uh, it's not that kind of spell," Willow said.

"What?!" Buffy said.

"It's to stop demons! It can't be easy to break," Willow said.

While Willow was talking, Tara nervously shuffled to the side of the bed. While the spell Willow had cast on the bed ensured she wouldn't be getting dressed just yet, the only person who could actually see her was her girlfriend. Buffy was frozen facing away.

Still, she was flushed slightly as she picked up one of her robes. She mostly wore them when going around the house during the night, so she didn't have to get dressed, but it'd work to give Buffy some modesty.

Tara approached a little nervously. Buffy couldn't see her, but it was still weird being naked around someone other than Willow.

As well as... distracting. She wasn't one to ogle, but her gaze did keep darting down.

"Can't you help?" Buffy squealed.

Oh god, she couldn't even move her arms. Now just to pray no one else paid a visit before she got out of the doorway, Willow and Tara seeing her ass was bad enough, but the last thing she wanted was to start handing out full-frontal glimpses.

Tara moved to lay the robe over Buffy's shoulders (was it just her or did Willow seem disappointed?) only to find it suddenly flare up as if hit by a wind; the robe crumpled to the floor, repelled similarly from Tara.

"What was that?!" Buffy yelped.

"Just, uh..." Willow's voice trailed off. "N-nothing."

"Was that-" Tara looked back, uncertain. Willow's cheeks coloured slightly.

"No," Willow mouthed, shaking her head.

Ok, there was a fun little bedroom spell they had going that kept Tara naked while they were doing... things, but she'd made sure it was specifically aimed at Tara. Buffy couldn't have triggered it, right?

No, she was good at magic, it had to be something else. Buffy wasn't permanently naked until the spell deactivated. Probably.

"Um, hello?!" Buffy said, blushing furiously. "Naked Slayer in need of assistance!"

Willow and Tara looked at each other, uncertain as to what to do about either of the problems facing Buffy, and both at least making a token effort to not glance at their friend's nude form every few seconds.