For prompt 609 - parents
Title: Conference
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Jenny Calendar/Joyce Summers
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 250
Summary: Jenny wasn't a fan of the parent-teacher conference. Then Joyce Summers walked in.
Jenny wasn’t a huge fan of the parent-teacher conference. It was a day of too many outsiders taking a look at the equipment and deeming it unsuitable for their precious babies, or parents who contested a grade because their spawn spent all their time looking for porn.
And then Buffy Summers’ mother walked in and the conversation changed. “Nice setup,” she said. “I’ve seen this model before. It’s something that graphic artists can use, right?”
“Yes. They come equipped with some of the better drawing programs. I generally have a couple of classes each year where the students can use their artistic ability. Are you an artist?”
“A sculptor. And I own a gallery. But computer art has always fascinated me.”
As Mrs. Summers continued to talk, Jenny snuck a glance at the other woman’s long fingers and was sidetracked by the thought of them moving against her skin.
The door opened and Michael Washington’s father walked in. “Computers, right?”
Jenny nodded. Her eyes strayed to the clock and she was disappointed to see that her meeting with Mrs. Summers was over.
“Be with you in a minute,” she said to Mr. Washington. She turned to Joyce. “Our time’s up, I’m afraid.”
Joyce retrieved a business card from her purse. “Come out to the gallery. I’d love to talk with you some more, see what ideas you have…”
Jenny was having all kinds of ideas. Not a one of them suitable for a parent-teacher conference.
“I’d love it,” she said.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Jenny Calendar/Joyce Summers
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 250
Summary: Jenny wasn't a fan of the parent-teacher conference. Then Joyce Summers walked in.
Jenny wasn’t a huge fan of the parent-teacher conference. It was a day of too many outsiders taking a look at the equipment and deeming it unsuitable for their precious babies, or parents who contested a grade because their spawn spent all their time looking for porn.
And then Buffy Summers’ mother walked in and the conversation changed. “Nice setup,” she said. “I’ve seen this model before. It’s something that graphic artists can use, right?”
“Yes. They come equipped with some of the better drawing programs. I generally have a couple of classes each year where the students can use their artistic ability. Are you an artist?”
“A sculptor. And I own a gallery. But computer art has always fascinated me.”
As Mrs. Summers continued to talk, Jenny snuck a glance at the other woman’s long fingers and was sidetracked by the thought of them moving against her skin.
The door opened and Michael Washington’s father walked in. “Computers, right?”
Jenny nodded. Her eyes strayed to the clock and she was disappointed to see that her meeting with Mrs. Summers was over.
“Be with you in a minute,” she said to Mr. Washington. She turned to Joyce. “Our time’s up, I’m afraid.”
Joyce retrieved a business card from her purse. “Come out to the gallery. I’d love to talk with you some more, see what ideas you have…”
Jenny was having all kinds of ideas. Not a one of them suitable for a parent-teacher conference.
“I’d love it,” she said.