Shoes
by Bob Head
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Author: Bob Head
Disclaimer: None of the characters below belong to me. All the BtVS people belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox. I'm just trying to have a little fun.
Pairing: Buffy/Willow, of course.
Spoilers: None, I don't think.
Rating: PG
Feedback: Well, Yeah! frank_8281@yahoo.com
Shoes
The room looked like a tornado had hit it. A fact that was not being helped by its lone occupant as she continued to search through the closet for a particular pair of shoes. Her method, which seemed to consist of throwing articles of clothing at random into the room behind her, was what was causing the chaos.
"Dammit, where are those shoes?" Buffy growled in frustration.
Rising from her kneeling position at the closet door, the Slayer waded through the carnage she had created. As she reached the door of the bedroom she almost ran into her best friend (and now lover) Willow.
The red haired witch gaped as she saw the damage. "I know there was a shoe eating demon in here somewhere honey, but did you have to slay the WHOLE room?"
Buffy glared at her girlfriend, then continued past her to stand at the railing that overlooked the living room of the condo. "The only demon around here is... DAWN!" she ended with a bellow.
Willow winced at the volume of the Slayer's voice as she said, "Buffy you have almost as many shoes as Imelda Marcos had. Don't you have another pair that will go with your outfit?"
"No." She said, stalking down the hall to pound on Dawn's door. "I bought those shoes for this outfit specifically because they were an exact color match and I told my demonic sister that she could NOT wear them because she'll stretch them out with those gunboats she calls feet!"
Willow hastily intervened when Buffy took a couple of steps back from the door preparatory to kicking it in. "Wait!" she cried, "I'll just unlock the door, okay? No need to slay Dawn's room too."
Turning away from the impatient Slayer, Willow murmured a few words under her breath. Opening the door revealed a very comfortable looking Dawn sprawled across her bed listening to music through the headphones of her stereo.
"Well that explains why she couldn't hear the bellowing... or the pounding." Willow muttered, stepping aside for the Slayer.
"I did not bellow." Buffy said, crossing to stereo setup. She looked over her shoulder at the Wiccan and added, "Yet." Then she abruptly turned the volume up full blast.
"Yow!" cried the younger Summers as she hastily yanked the headphones off. "What?" she asked as she looked from the angry blonde to the slightly grinning redhead.
"Shoes." Buffy said grimly. "Dark blue, strappy, high-heeled, go with this outfit? Ringing any bells Dawn?" she pointed at the teenager's feet.
"You mean these?" she asked with a note of genuine confusion in her voice
"Yes! I mean those! Now hand 'em over."
"But what am I gonna wear?" whined Dawn.
Buffy stalked to Dawn's closet, yanking open the door and glancing down. "Ah Ha!" she exclaimed; reaching down to grab the first pair of blue heels she spied. Throwing them to her sister she said, "Try these."
Catching them Dawn sputtered, "But... but these are..."
"Yours." The Slayer interrupted, holding out her hand. "Now gimme."
Chuckling, Willow turned away from the sisterly conflict to head downstairs. She frowned as she saw the ornate clock on the wall. "Buffy! Dawn! Hurry up or we're going to be late!"
"Dammit Dawn! I told you you'd stretch 'em out!" She heard her lover complaining upstairs.
The red haired witch sighed and with a wave of her hand said, "Restore."
"Hey, thanks Will." Buffy said, hopping down the stairs on one foot and then the other as she put her shoes on.
"You're welcome." Willow said as she helped her lover shrug into the jacket that went with the blouse, the skirt and the all-important strappy blue high heels. "Now, can we get going please?"
As she opened the front door of the condo the witch winced as her Slayer once more bellowed, "DAWN! Get a move on!"
~~~~~BtVS~~~~~