mini-FIC: To dress or not to dress

["Evil Potato" <nelevranckx@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Hi there

A long long time ago I wrote like two mini-fic-thingies. Don't know people still remember me. RL has been hell since, and is still insistent on being a pain in the ass. So I did not have, and probably will not have, any time to really read posts. My loss, since I noticed several great stories posted. I try to read them and give some feedback, but don"t hold your breath. Anywho, in one of those rare moments when I wasn't on the verge of a major breakdown, I wrote this. It's sitting on my desk since ages, so I decided to toss it into cyberspace to get it out of my hands. Here it is...



Title: To dress or not to dress

Author: Evil Potato
Email: sonne91210@xxxxxxxxxxx
Spoilers: none
Rating: a nice, safe G, I guess
Pairings: Buffy/Willow 
Disclaimer: I don't own them, Joss does. 
Summary: Willow needs an outfit. Buffy is helping her. If you're looking for a plot, I suggest you buy a map and find you're way out, 'cause you ain'tgonna find it here.
NOTICE: Since I have a 5-minute attention span this story will be short. Really short. It isn't proofread, so any grammar mistakes are mine. 
Oh yeah, this is written in Buffy's POV.
 

"Buff, I'm not going to wear this."

"Sure you do" I answered. "You look hot in it." 

"But Buffy", she whined, "I feel exposed".

Probably because she *was* exposed I thought with a smirk. She was wearing a very sexy dress with whispy thin straps that reached midthigh. The green color of it complimented her hair and made her eyes light up. Her bare shoulders were just begging to be touched and and. she just looked hot. Hotter than, than, something very hot. Okay, I need to work on my metaphors. But that was not the issue here. While I was openly admiring her scantily clad form, she was still rambling about my chose of clothes for her