Father of the Brat
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
8,741
Reviews:
44
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
In the Morning
Disclaimer: I don't own anything affiliated with Buffy. It all belongs to Joss Whedon. I just borrow it. I'm not making any money from this, it's purely for fun.
A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews, I'm glad that you're enjoying the story! I'm going to be trying to update this as often as possible. Again, thanks, and hope you enjoy these next couple of chapters!
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Spike glared hard at the door in front of him as if he could force it open by sheer willpower. He raised a fist and pounded on the door hard enough to cause it to rattle slightly.
“In a minute!” Dawn shouted from the other side.
“You’ve been saying that for the past half hour!” Spike complained.
“Well then, Blondie, I must mean ‘in a minute’ then.” she shot back. Spike sighed and rolled his eyes before turning around and heading for the bedroom. During the past week that Dawn had been living with him, they had developed a routine. Spike got up early and went into the kitchen and started the coffee, while Dawn glided into the bathroom seconds before he could. Spike went out and brought the newspaper inside. Spike got all his stuff ready for the day. And after Dawn had used all but five minutes worth of hot water and spent what seemed, to Spike, way too much time getting ready, he was finally able to take his shower. And by the time he was done showering and had gotten dressed, Dawn had already started drinking his coffee and reading his bloody newspaper. He was positive that she was doing this solely to annoy the hell out of him. And it was working.
Spike had just reached the bedroom door when Dawn sailed out of the bathroom and walked straight to the kitchen. He spun around and stared at her.
“Bathroom’s all yours.” she called. Spike started after her.
“What the bloody hell are you wearing?” he deed. ed. Dawn stopped, turned around to face him and then looked down at herself.
“Gee, looks like clothes to me.” she replied, glancing back up at him. Spike narrowed his eyes at her. She was wearing skintight black jeans and a white tank top that was too short in his opinion. He could see her bloody bellybutton for Christ’s sakes! There was no way in hell that he was letting her go to her first day of school looking like that!
“Don’t you have any that actually fit?”
“These do fit.” Dawn informed him.
“Dawn you can’t wear that on your first day at school.” Spike told her.
“Why?”
“Because…” Because I said so! Spike thought. “Because it’s probably against the school’s dress code.” he finished. Or at least, it might be. He hadn’t exactly kept up with what the school allowed and didn’t allow the students to wear. Not that he had cared when he was a student anyway. He just hoped that the dress code had gotten stricter so that he could make Dawn change.
“I already checked the school’s dress code. And in case you’ve forgotten, they pretty much don’t have one. Therefore, this is perfectly fine to wear to school.” she told him triumphantly.
Damn it.
Dawn smiled as if she knew exactly what he was thinking before she turned and headed straight to the kitchen. Spike didn’t say anything else as she walked away. He scowled and walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. This was just great, he thought as he turned the shower on and began to strip. His first real try at actually disciplining his daughter and she had outsmarted him. Spike was still scowling as he stepped into the shower, turned, and let the water beat on the muscles in his back.
In the kitchen, Dawn knew the exact moment that the hot water ran out and couldn’t help but smile when she heard the swearing start.
Ten minutes later, Spike frowned as he got out of the shower and heard the pounding. He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist without taking the time to dry himself off.
“Dawn!” he called.
There was no answer. Spike opened the bathroom door and leaned out. Someone was at the door, so why wasn’t Dawn answering it? He turned his head towards her bedroom door when he heard the music. “Dawn!” he said again. In answer, the music merely got louder.
Spike swore and opened the door all the way. There was more knocking at the door. He scowled again as he shot a glare in the general direction of Dawn’s bedroom. He stalked to the door and threw it open.
“What?” he practically shouted.
Buffy froze, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of him. His hair was unruly as if someone had run their fingers through it and from the look on his face he was…well, pissed off was the only thing Buffy could think of. D of of water clung to his skin while others ran down his chest, drawing her eye to another detail. He was also wearing nothing but a towel. Buffy sucked in a breath.
Oh, Lord.
A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews, I'm glad that you're enjoying the story! I'm going to be trying to update this as often as possible. Again, thanks, and hope you enjoy these next couple of chapters!
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Spike glared hard at the door in front of him as if he could force it open by sheer willpower. He raised a fist and pounded on the door hard enough to cause it to rattle slightly.
“In a minute!” Dawn shouted from the other side.
“You’ve been saying that for the past half hour!” Spike complained.
“Well then, Blondie, I must mean ‘in a minute’ then.” she shot back. Spike sighed and rolled his eyes before turning around and heading for the bedroom. During the past week that Dawn had been living with him, they had developed a routine. Spike got up early and went into the kitchen and started the coffee, while Dawn glided into the bathroom seconds before he could. Spike went out and brought the newspaper inside. Spike got all his stuff ready for the day. And after Dawn had used all but five minutes worth of hot water and spent what seemed, to Spike, way too much time getting ready, he was finally able to take his shower. And by the time he was done showering and had gotten dressed, Dawn had already started drinking his coffee and reading his bloody newspaper. He was positive that she was doing this solely to annoy the hell out of him. And it was working.
Spike had just reached the bedroom door when Dawn sailed out of the bathroom and walked straight to the kitchen. He spun around and stared at her.
“Bathroom’s all yours.” she called. Spike started after her.
“What the bloody hell are you wearing?” he deed. ed. Dawn stopped, turned around to face him and then looked down at herself.
“Gee, looks like clothes to me.” she replied, glancing back up at him. Spike narrowed his eyes at her. She was wearing skintight black jeans and a white tank top that was too short in his opinion. He could see her bloody bellybutton for Christ’s sakes! There was no way in hell that he was letting her go to her first day of school looking like that!
“Don’t you have any that actually fit?”
“These do fit.” Dawn informed him.
“Dawn you can’t wear that on your first day at school.” Spike told her.
“Why?”
“Because…” Because I said so! Spike thought. “Because it’s probably against the school’s dress code.” he finished. Or at least, it might be. He hadn’t exactly kept up with what the school allowed and didn’t allow the students to wear. Not that he had cared when he was a student anyway. He just hoped that the dress code had gotten stricter so that he could make Dawn change.
“I already checked the school’s dress code. And in case you’ve forgotten, they pretty much don’t have one. Therefore, this is perfectly fine to wear to school.” she told him triumphantly.
Damn it.
Dawn smiled as if she knew exactly what he was thinking before she turned and headed straight to the kitchen. Spike didn’t say anything else as she walked away. He scowled and walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. This was just great, he thought as he turned the shower on and began to strip. His first real try at actually disciplining his daughter and she had outsmarted him. Spike was still scowling as he stepped into the shower, turned, and let the water beat on the muscles in his back.
In the kitchen, Dawn knew the exact moment that the hot water ran out and couldn’t help but smile when she heard the swearing start.
Ten minutes later, Spike frowned as he got out of the shower and heard the pounding. He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist without taking the time to dry himself off.
“Dawn!” he called.
There was no answer. Spike opened the bathroom door and leaned out. Someone was at the door, so why wasn’t Dawn answering it? He turned his head towards her bedroom door when he heard the music. “Dawn!” he said again. In answer, the music merely got louder.
Spike swore and opened the door all the way. There was more knocking at the door. He scowled again as he shot a glare in the general direction of Dawn’s bedroom. He stalked to the door and threw it open.
“What?” he practically shouted.
Buffy froze, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of him. His hair was unruly as if someone had run their fingers through it and from the look on his face he was…well, pissed off was the only thing Buffy could think of. D of of water clung to his skin while others ran down his chest, drawing her eye to another detail. He was also wearing nothing but a towel. Buffy sucked in a breath.
Oh, Lord.