N is for Nativity Play
"I really can't believe the irony of this," Buffy muttered, shifting herself in discomfort in one of the tiny child-sized chairs that had been provided for the adult-sized parents of the children performing in their daughter's class's Christmas play. This chair arrangement was completely and totally ridiculous in Buffy's opinion. "Our daughter…a child born to a lesbian, SLAYER couple, by mystical means…a child who's a Slayer herself…THAT CHILD is the one they pick to play the Virgin Mary…"
"Isn't it a killer?" Faith grinned, dimples flashing with her amusement. "Damn, if they only knew…they'd probably end up casting Cal as Judas or something. Or maybe Satan. Is Satan somewhere in the Christmas story?"
"I don't think so…" Buffy said a little uncertainly. "And see, that's what I'm talking about, Faith! You're sitting here surrounded by all these teachers and little kids, as our daughter is backstage all dressed up like the mother of God, and you're using words like killer and damn!"
"Oh that's nothing," Faith shrugged, her eyes glinting in a way that made Buffy look at her suspiciously. "I could really give 'em an education if you want…"
She deliberately rested her hand high up on Buffy's thigh, stroking it slowly as her grin widened, making her resemble an evil little elf in her features. Buffy's eyes widened, and she swatted Faith's hand away, looking around quickly to see who had seen.
"Faith!"
"Curtain's opening, B," Faith said, and she quickly dropped her insinuative tone, her voice lowering as she leaned forward with an eagerness that made Buffy smile in spite of herself. "Let's see our little star go hog the spotlight."
Buffy quickly and unconsciously mirrored her movements, already smiling as she waited for Callie's appearance.