disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to Joss Whedon.
summary: The wonders of a holiday dress can be endless.
shout: For angelskuuipo.
She turned again before the mirror, smoothing the dark green velvet over her tummy and abdomen. She paused then twirled yet again, loving the way the skirt swirled around her legs due to the momentum of her spins.
"Listen, Red, are you about... hello."
Willow turned with a smile. "Spike, don't you knock?"
"I know you're gay and all, Pet, but that dress makes a bloke want to catch you under the mistletoe."
"Think of all the teeth-gnashing it would cause."
"I'll kiss you under one condition."
"What's that then?"
"You have to wear a dress to the party too."
Spike arched a brow. "You think I won't?"