TITLE: The Panties
AUTHOR: Dreiser
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CONTENT: F/F cutesy romance.
SUMMARY: Last part of the Gay As Stick, Bad Bad Girl, one shot trilogy.
Tara's plan goes into action.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my pixie sticks.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This ends my W/T writing spree. At least for the moment.


The Panties

By: Dreiser


It all started with one thing really.

Okay, not one thing, several things but one problem. The panties. They kept
being left on the doorknob to her dorm room. Low cut, sexy, silk panties.
Tons of them!

Okay, not tons, but a few.

A few being exactly four in a span of four days. One panty for every day
that passed in the week.

And why was this happening? Willow had absolutely, positively, without a
doubt, no idea.

Okay, not no idea. Some idea. A small idea. All right, all right! She knew
but didn't want to admit it to herself.

Obviously... some low cut, sexy, silk panty wearing girl had fixated on her
and was now leaving her various under garments in some sort of strange
tribute.

Ew, now she felt like Glorificus.

Anyway, the real problem was what to do about the situation. She had no idea
who this person was other than they weren't Tara. The reason she knew this
was because Tara liked satin panties, not silk, and her girlfriend was far
too shy to do such a lusty... uh... eh...

Action. Yeah. It was an action.

"Willow?"

Now how to find the culprit behind the panties.

"Willow??"

They were obviously ingenious in their planning.

"Willow?!"

How else could they hide from her inquisitive eyes?

"WILLOW!"

Lifting her head, Willow gave Buffy a vague look. The Slayer wore an
unnaturally flustered expression. Maybe life and its pressures had finally
gotten to the blonde.

"Yeah?" asked Willow.

"Is this yours?" Buffy inquired with a smirk, holding up yet another pair of
panties. "It was on your door."

"They struck again!" Willow gasped, grabbing it out of Buffy's hands and
examining closely. "Silk as usual!"

"As usual?" echoed Buffy skeptically.

Clenching the offensive object in her grip, Willow's eyes narrowed as she
said, "There have been others."

"Uhm... Will... you're scaring me," Buffy said slowly. "But despite this I
want to know what's going on."

"For five days now, someone has been leaving their panties on my door in an
attempt to seduce me," Willow said in solemn tones, her eyes dark.

A moment passed as Buffy accessed this information.

"You're nuts," Buffy declared.

"I'm not nuts!" exclaimed Willow hotly, waving the panty in Buffy's face.
"This is proof of the seduction!"

"They're a pair of panties, Will," said Buffy dryly. "I bet you it's only a
prank done by some frat guys."

"Someone is trying to seduce me," Willow enforced.

"I still say you're nuts," Buffy shook her head. She paused to smirk, then
added, "I bet Tara agrees with me." At this remark, Willow paled slightly.
Studying her friend, Buffy asked, "You did tell Tara about this, didn't
you?"

"I did... in a sense..." said Willow evasively.

"In what sense?" Buffy pursued.

"In a sense that... that I didn't," Willow ducked her head quickly, avoiding
guilt inciting stare of the Slayer.

"Why?" asked Buffy, folding her arms across her chest.

"Because," Willow shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. Recalling with a
start that she was still holding the forbidden lingerie in her hand, she
quickly tossed the scandalous item onto her bed. She then stopped to stare
at it and feeling panicked, moved to hide it in the usual place. Namely
under Amy's cage. The rat scurried around as her home was lifted up, almost
telling the witch she didn't like helping hide such objects. Willow turned
to face Buffy and laughed very nervously. "Sorry, I just couldn't... I had
to... you know..."

"Hide the evidence?" Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Why did you have to do that
Will?"

"Because," said Willow in a small voice.

"Because why?" Buffy kept up her questioning.

"Because, because!" Willow exclaimed, waving her hands about. "They're signs
of seduction! It's bad!"

"Uh huh," said Buffy with a sigh. "Do you want my advice? My honest advice
as your best friend?"

"No," Willow pouted. When Buffy gave her a look, she sighed deeply and said,
"Fine, give me advice."

"Tell Tara," Buffy said softly. "She'll understand and besides, it's not
good to have secrets." Her hazel eyes twinkled as she added, "Especially
about fashion."

Blinking at this, Willow could only watch while Buffy strolled out of her
dorm room.

"What was that about?" she wondered. Walking over to Amy and lifting up the
cage, she retrieved the panties she'd stuck under there. "Do you know Amy?"

The rat squeaked at her and twitched its whiskers.

"I guess not," said Willow.

Shrugging her shoulders, she stuffed the panties into the pockets of her
pants, feeling very strange about doing so, and walked out of her dorm. And
right into Kirk.

"Willow!" he almost shrieked. It was a half a tone away from being a full
fledged shriek.

"Kirk," Willow acknowledged. "I have to go."

"Yeah, go, I mean, bye!" Kirk said quickly, scurrying forward and well past
Willow.

"Nice guy," Willow murmured to herself, focused on what exactly she'd be
telling Tara when she got to her room.

A minute later she was at the room.
More precisely, at the outside of the room, staring at the door that had a
cute kitty sign that said Tara on it. It really was cute, just like her
girlfriend. So cute that Willow just wanted to stay outside and keep staring
at the sign.

And yet, she knew she had to go in.

Straightening her shoulders and gathering her courage, Willow knocked on the
door and said, "Tara? It's me!"

"Wait a second!"

Despite the wait a second part, Willow entered the dorm room but kept her
head lowered as she moved into babble mode. "Tara I have something that I
have to tell you and it's not a good something, it's a bad something. In
that someone has been trying to seduce me by leaving their panties on my
doorknob and I know they aren't yours because you wear satin not silk. I
know that I should've told you before but I was afraid that you'd think I
did something to cause this and now I'm pretty sure how you felt when Kirk
asked you out and it's icky and--"

"Willow?" Tara interrupted hesitantly.

"Yes?" Willow asked meekly, now out of babble mode. Tara did tend to snap
her out of it with alarming speed.

"Look up."

Unable to refuse her girlfriend anything, especially now, Willow did as Tara
asked. Causing her to look at the all too lovely sight of Tara standing half
naked in front of her dresser. Clad in only a t-shirt and a pair of low cut,
sexy, silk panties.

Suddenly, Willow found her questions answered. And soon after, her desires
as well. Because it was a successful attempt at both a lesson and a
seduction.

Particularly since her girlfriend was the one responsible.

-End-