ABC's of Christmas, Slayer Style
H is for Hot chocolate
"Callie, be careful with that, you'll burn your tongue," Buffy instructed her daughter as the five year old took the warm beverage from her eagerly, dark eyes sparkling in a manner that never failed to remind her of Faith. "And don't spill, it's going to stain if you do. Maybe you should stay here by the sink with that…"
"I'm careful, Mommy," Callie assured her none too convincingly, just as she took a big gulp and took off with the drink, much more quickly than Buffy would have liked. Watching her, Buffy cringed, restraining herself from either calling after her or following. She could just see the stains now- or worse, Callie dumping it on herself and getting burned.
"She's fine, B," came Faith's voice from the kitchen table, sounding amused from the expression no doubt easily read on Buffy's face. "It's barely lukewarm. And it's not like there's not a hundred other stains in the carpet around here…"
"Thanks Faith, it's very comforting of you to remind me that the house is a complete disaster zone and I'm a slob," Buffy said dryly, pouring herself some hot chocolate as well.
Already having finished her own, Faith stood and walked towards her, smiling playfully. "Oh come on B, you know there's no point in cleaning. Between me, Callie, and random demon break ins, we replace the carpet every few months anyway. We oughtta just get wood floors and be done with it."
"But carpets look homier," Buffy grumbled. "Wood floors look like a guy's house…"
Smirking, Faith looped an arm around Buffy's waist, pulling her hips in so that they stood pelvis to pelvis. She kissed Buffy's forehead with odd tenderness, and then, to Buffy's surprise, licked her nose.
Off of Buffy's look, she grinned. "What? You had whipped cream there…looked yummy."
Grinning herself, Buffy hugged her back, just before sneaking in her own lick. Not on her nose, however, but her neck…