"I don't think that was supposed to happen." Willow was trying to get her breathing back under control, flat on the ground and looking at the ceiling.

"No," Tara said. "No, that's never happened before."

"I mean, like, I'm not saying I mind."

"Oh no, me neither! It was, um, it was nice."

It really had been. Very nice. Willow tried to convince herself to move. It was difficult. Wait.

"Tara, where do you think our clothes went?"

Tara was quiet. "You know, I don't--"

Willow grinned. "Oh well," she said casually. "I guess we'll have to investigate the possible consequences of, ah, such a disturbance in our planned spellwork, right?"

"...right," Tara agreed.

Willow could hear the smile in her voice, and she was planning to kiss that gorgeous, gorgeous mouth as soon as she could convince herself to move again. Any minute now.

Tara beat her to it.