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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - FemmeSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,308
Reviews:
21
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Buffy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chance Meeting
Consequence Of Desire
By Desirata41
Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters are exclusive property
of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and UPN. Dark Angel is the
property of James Cameron and the Fox network.
Rating: NC-17, Language, and sexual situations
Pairing: Faith/Max BTVS/Dark Angel crossover
Dedication: To Vix and HelenaKyle2002, because I think you’re both wonderful.
Summary: Post chosen, Faith is joyriding across California enjoying her
freedom, until her bike breaks down. She’s takes the bike to a
Garage for repairs and finds a kindred spirit in the star
Mechanic. A young woman who’s running from her past, just
as hard as Faith is barreling towards her future.
Notes: Obviously the timeline for Max and Faith meeting isn’t canon. I
manipulated it for my own fiendish purposes…Muhahaha! So just
consider this AU.
Feedback: Give it to me baby…
She had left her only after all hope of them being together was gone. The chosen two were simply Buffy and Faith now. They shared a grand history but any special bond connecting them was severed on the day Willow cast her spell activating all the other potentials. There was no unique destiny guiding their steps anymore, the world was full of slayers now.
The one souvenir she had left from Sunnydale was her bike. When the deal started to go down with The First, everyone packed up what they could carry and left town. It was like living in a shopping mall, except you didn’t need money. She came across a sweet little Harley and figured *why not*.
The bike ended up saving her life that day. It had enough power and speed to out run the gaping sinkhole absorbing what used to be a town. When it was time to part ways with Buffy, the bike had been her comfort. She lost herself in the wind of the open road, and her tears soon dried.
The gang made sure they had plenty of cash, which was just lying around anyway. At this moment she had no worries, and the freedom to go where ever she wanted. The decision was easy enough; she would see what the
rest of California had to offer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Jet Black Ninja 450 zoomed along the I-10 heading into Santa
Monica. Rider and machine blended together in a blur from the high speed. Faith only felt the wake of the bike as it passed her. She was doing 90 and figured the other driver must have been going 100 or better.
*Whew, go baby go! * She could only imagine the feel of a powerful bike like that between her legs, with a top speed of 200mph at her fingertips. The driver must have had nerves of steel, gliding along so effortlessly. Whoever it was, Faith admired them for their sheer guts.
The day unfolded before her and faded into evening. She pulled into a gas station that advertised (Mechanic on Duty). The bike seemed to be hesitating whenever she throttled it. A young man barely out of his teens greeted her at the garage door; he was covered with sweat and grease from a hard day’s work.
“Please tell me you’re looking for a date.” He said smiling down at Faith.
“Nah, too cute for me babe. I like em’ rough around the edges, but you could take a look at my bike.” She returned his charm, making him blush.
“Sweet little machine you got here, just enough of a handful for a woman like you. What’s she troubling you with?” he bent down to have a closer look at the Harley.
“It’s like she wants to choke every time I give her a little gas, it’s been happening for about the last 20 miles or so.”
He checked the oil and tightened a few screws, finally filling the gas tank.
“I don’t know much about bikes, but I did what I could. This will get you into Santa Monica. Here’s the name of a reliable garage once you get there.” He handed her a card with the garage’s name and number, “I heard they have a mechanic who specializes in bikes and can fix anything, supposed to be a real wiz.”
She reached for the card making sure to read the nametag on his shirt.
“Thanks Jimmy, what do I owe you?”
A thrill went through him when she said his name, “Promise to stay sexy for me?”
She wiped a smudge of dirt off his chin, “I’ll bet you clean up real nice sweetness.” The bike was revved up and leaving the parking lot before he could shake off her thrall long enough to reply.
Night was falling as she rode into Santa Monica and the surrounding sights begged for exploration. There would be time for that later, right now food; a hot bath and a bed were definite priorities. The Chinese carryout hit the spot nicely, and only added to the luxury of her bath. Steaming hot water and bath oil beads soaked away the fatigue of the road.
~~~~~~~~~~
She left the hotel room the next morning refreshed after a good night’s sleep and a decent breakfast. The next thing on her agenda was having the bike repaired before she found herself without wheels. The garage Jimmy had recommended wasn’t far from the hotel.
Faith pulled into the garage entrance and a bell sounded as her bike rode over a thick cable, alerting the staff of a potential customer. It was a large operation with 6 repair bays big enough for a standard size car or truck. An employee of the garage came out to greet her.
“What can I do for you today ma’am?”
“Hi, I’m looking for someone named Max, I need him to take a look at my bike.”
“Sure thing, hold tight.” The employee bellowed so his voice could be heard in the back of the garage, “Max, you’ve got a referral waiting for you out here.” He looked at Faith, “Max should be right with you.”
Faith turned off the engine and sat back on the bike relaxing. She was still sitting astride it when a figure wearing thick cover-alls, protective gloves and a welding helmet walked toward her. This being exactly what she had half expected, Faith was blown away when the gloves came off and one of the hands removed the helmet. Underneath the heavy steel and protective glass was the face of a Goddess.
Beautiful high cheekbones accentuated by dark almond shaped eyes burning with intensity. Blazing white teeth that must have formed the most perfect smile, covered by full moist lips that looked just kissed. Crowning her head was a long luxurious mane of silky brunette locks that varied in color when the sunlight hit it just right.
Faith shuddered as her mind generated a mental image of the body that damned bulky cover-all had to be hiding.
* Grrrrr…Now that’s USDA prime*
She smelled like motor oil, and her face was smudged and dirty, but she was the most radiant thing Faith had ever seen. Thoughts of a certain blonde were nowhere to be found. The first time she spoke, Faith barely heard her voice; she was too busy watching those lips move. When she finally did pay attention, she was rewarded by a sound that seemed to be dipped in honey, light and sweet.
It was presumptuous of her but she wondered, what their voices would sound like in the thick of things, huskiness complimented by a light breathlessness in a symphony of sighs and moans.
“Hi, I’m Max. I heard you were having problems with your bike, may I?”
Max gestured towards the seat and handlebars, indicating to Faith to un-ass the
bike. Once the bike was free, she threw her leg over the seat straddling it invitingly.
Faith smirked, * lucky seat*
“Here hold this for me, I'll be right back.” Max handed her helmet to Faith before starting the bike up and peeling onto the street. She was out of sight in seconds, leaving behind only a faint rumble as she gunned the engine.
She returned a few minutes later and pulled up next to Faith, gunning the engine one last time.
“Not a bad little ride, if you like Harleys.”
Faith didn’t know how to take the comment, after all; the bike had a lot of sentimental value. It was enough for her, having taken her from point A to Z.
“Oh yeah, well what are you pushin’?” she said with a skeptical sneer.
“That 450 in the corner over there.” Max nonchalantly pointed to a black 450 Ninja parked in the back of the garage. It was just like the one Faith had seen on the I-10.
The slayer shook her head lightly, *Nah, couldn’t be; too much of a coincidence*
She looked from the bike back to Max, making it obvious that she was admiring more than the bike, “Nice lines.”
Max licked her lips and a crooked smile formed on her face, “So I’ve been told. The problem with your bike is in the fuel injector. She’s skipping when you give her gas, because the connection isn’t feeding properly. And you could use new plugs. Repairs should take me a day, maybe a day and a half.”
“Fuck me!”
Max raised an eyebrow and looked directly into Faith’s eyes suggestively.
“Oh, I’m sorry…it’s just that I didn’t know it would take this long. I wasn’t expecting to be without wheels.”
“Well look, I was about to go get some breakfast, if you don’t mind riding with a grease monkey; I can take you home.”
“Nah, I don’t mind. I’ll grab a bite with ya.”
“Let me tell my boss I’m going, be right back.”
Max rode the bike into the garage and parked it in a repair bay. She filled out a work order stating repairs to be done, pick up time and over-all charges. Then she ran into the small area where she changed, and quickly shed the cumbersome cover-alls. A quick and thorough swipe of a face cloth rinsed away the grime to reveal perfection, but she applied a little makeup to freshen up.
He ran into her on the way out, catching a kiss on the cheek from her.
“Whoa, girlie; special customer?” He held her at arms length, making a fuss over her like he always did. “Uhm…uhm…uhm, lucky man.”
“There’s the ‘man’ over there.” She motioned towards Faith, who was pacing back and forth looking impatient but gorgeous.
“Hot damn, I gotta learn how to fix a freaking bike one of these days.”
“You belong to me chappy, don’t forget that.” She gave him another affectionate peck on the cheek and walked out of the garage.
“I’ll just going for a quick bite I’ll be back shortly, K?”
She could’ve asked him for the world and he would’ve killed to get it for her.
“Take the afternoon off, you’ve earned it.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chauncey the owner of the garage, or Chappy as Max called him; sometimes forgot how striking she was. He remembered how he couldn’t take his eyes off her when she interviewed for the Mechanic’s position. With a face and body like that who gave a damn if she could really fix a bike? The worst piece of junk in the garage was rolled out for her to work on.
There was an exhibition in the garage that day, not much real work got done. All the so-called ‘jocks’ laid odds on Max to fail. They all gathered around to watch this ‘little girl’ get down on her knees in a skirt and heels. She was done in an hour, handing the keys to Chauncey.
“Take her around the block, I’ll wait in your office.”
He was amazed she had the bike running, it had been gathering dust for several years. Though bringing it to full restoration would take some time, he was impressed with her skills.
He walked back into his office to find her waiting patiently.
“Miss Guevara, there’s the matter of a resume and some sort of Mechanic’s certification.”
“That’s not what I heard Mr. Whalen, you said I had the job if I could fix the bike. Well, how did she run?”
He stammered avoiding eye contact with her. He had never expected her to repair the bike. Interviewing her proved a nice diversion for an afternoon, and that was the extent of his commitment to hiring her. This firebrand was different, and he knew the vague excuses wouldn’t work.
“You wouldn’t be leading a girl on, now would you Mr. Whalen. Say, like setting her up to fail with a bike she couldn’t possibly fix? Because if that’s the case, and you still don’t hire me; you’re more of an ass than I thought.”
She stood to leave, and he stopped her. There was something special about her, and he would be a fool to turn away such a gifted mechanic on a technicality. Besides, she had a bigger set than most of the men working for him, and he liked that.
“Alright Max, see you tomorrow morning promptly at nine.”
The joyful expression on her face melted his heart, and she ceased to be just a pair of tits and a great ass. He would prove himself to be more devoted to her than any father she could’ve had.
Hiring her was a wise choice, because the garage started to draw business away from the competition. He swore some of her regulars broke their bikes on purpose, just to have a reason to come in. His numbers from repeat customers alone increased by 40% after she started working there.
~~~~~~~~~~
Momentarily startled by the hum of the powerful engine, Faith didn’t know which was more impressive as Max rolled the bike out in front of her. There was nothing better than an incredible bike, unless the woman driving it happened to be extraordinary.
*Play your cards right slayer, and you might get em’ both*
“Hop on, I’ll take you to my favorite little breakfast nook, want a helmet?”
“Nah, it’s too nice a day. I plan on dying young anyway."
Faith sat on the bike, loving the feel of Max’s warm soft body as she took hold of
her. They looked like two cover girls for a biker mag, both extremely easy on the eyes. If ever there were a traffic stopper, this sight would certainly qualify. Faith was disappointed by the short distance they traveled to the Diner. She felt like she could’ve rode on the back of that bike forever. They walked into the restaurant and sat at a cozy booth located in the rear of the building. Neither of them relished the attention they were both used to, and wanted to eat in peace.
Faith spoke first, sensing that Max was nervous, “That Ninja is sweet, and how long have you had her?”
“About two years, she was a gift.”
“Damn, does he have a brother?
The tense brunette laughed at the slayer’s question, “It wasn’t like that, I just happened to be in the right place; at the right time.”
Max’s eyes clouded over like she was remembering something painful, not quite
healed. Faith recognized that look; it had stared back in the mirror at her far too
often. She felt the urge to reach out and touch the troubled face before her, but instinct tempered the impulse.
“I’ve seen better times too.” The slayer opined.
“Huh?”
“Just reading your mind is all.” Faith winked reassuringly at the troubled young woman sitting across from her.
Max was unsettled by Faith intuition. What she said wasn’t too far from the truth, and she had been in a dark place for a moment. She wouldn’t concentrate on that now, other more interesting things were holding her attention. Like Faith’s ravenous appetite, she ate with relish and abandon almost as if it were her last meal. Max wondered how she indulged her ‘other’ appetites.
Faith found herself dreading the end of the meal, because it meant Max had to return to the garage. As they walked out to the street and over to the bike the dark slayer thought about possessive words like ‘mine’, ‘our’s’, and stifled the warm blush she felt creeping over her face.
Max knew that Faith admired the Ninja; she remembered the look of respect on her face when she saw it for the first time. She never let anyone else drive her machine, but the older woman was already more than a stranger. She tossed Faith the keys in a reassuring manner.
“Take me for a ride?”
“I thought work was calling ya?”
“My boss gave me the afternoon off.”
“I’m so liking your boss right now.”
Faith felt a rush of adrenaline when she powered up the bike, but the feel of Max’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist gave her the real thrill. Max pressed her mouth against faith’s ear, making sure she could be heard over the noise from the bike.
“Take her along the PCH, I’ll tell you how to get there. It’s a nice little ride and it will take us by the beach.”
Faith was too distracted by the feel of Max’s warm breath grazing her ear to speak, so she just affirmed with a nod. She found the directions easy to follow, and soon they were tooling along the Pacific Coast Highway enjoying the scenic beauty of the coastline.
The Slayer was feeling mischievous and more than a little naughty as she shouted back to Max. “What can she do wide open?”
Max knew the Ninja’s potential, it had been battle tested to say the least and she knew a novice couldn’t handle it. She was able to control it far better than any Professional could, thanks to her enhanced DNA. With razor sharp reflexes and eyesight as keen as an eagle’s, she didn’t break a sweat going over 200 mph.
“I wouldn’t advise that Faith, no one’s ever had her wide open, but me.”
*I’ve seen a gotdamned town sink into the ground, who gives a shit about caution*
Faith throttled down and kicked the Ninja into high gear. She crouched down almost hugging the bike, and Max instinctively followed suit. They peeled down the highway faster than the Ninja had ever gone before.
Max started to panic, but settled into the ride. Normally the younger girl would’ve been alarmed by such a foolish action, but she somehow trusted Faith. She was aroused by the self-assured way the sexy brunette drove the bike with no difficulty, and more than a bit puzzled.
Faith smiled inwardly as she felt the softness of Max’s body cradled close to her. She couldn’t help but think this was a good day to be a slayer. A normal person would’ve easily lost control at the speeds they were traveling.
She reduced her speed only because she was thirsty and she wanted to check the gas level on the Ninja. There was a small gas station across the street from a small strip of beach where they could fill up and grab lunch.
TBC
By Desirata41
Disclaimer: All Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters are exclusive property
of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and UPN. Dark Angel is the
property of James Cameron and the Fox network.
Rating: NC-17, Language, and sexual situations
Pairing: Faith/Max BTVS/Dark Angel crossover
Dedication: To Vix and HelenaKyle2002, because I think you’re both wonderful.
Summary: Post chosen, Faith is joyriding across California enjoying her
freedom, until her bike breaks down. She’s takes the bike to a
Garage for repairs and finds a kindred spirit in the star
Mechanic. A young woman who’s running from her past, just
as hard as Faith is barreling towards her future.
Notes: Obviously the timeline for Max and Faith meeting isn’t canon. I
manipulated it for my own fiendish purposes…Muhahaha! So just
consider this AU.
Feedback: Give it to me baby…
She had left her only after all hope of them being together was gone. The chosen two were simply Buffy and Faith now. They shared a grand history but any special bond connecting them was severed on the day Willow cast her spell activating all the other potentials. There was no unique destiny guiding their steps anymore, the world was full of slayers now.
The one souvenir she had left from Sunnydale was her bike. When the deal started to go down with The First, everyone packed up what they could carry and left town. It was like living in a shopping mall, except you didn’t need money. She came across a sweet little Harley and figured *why not*.
The bike ended up saving her life that day. It had enough power and speed to out run the gaping sinkhole absorbing what used to be a town. When it was time to part ways with Buffy, the bike had been her comfort. She lost herself in the wind of the open road, and her tears soon dried.
The gang made sure they had plenty of cash, which was just lying around anyway. At this moment she had no worries, and the freedom to go where ever she wanted. The decision was easy enough; she would see what the
rest of California had to offer.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Jet Black Ninja 450 zoomed along the I-10 heading into Santa
Monica. Rider and machine blended together in a blur from the high speed. Faith only felt the wake of the bike as it passed her. She was doing 90 and figured the other driver must have been going 100 or better.
*Whew, go baby go! * She could only imagine the feel of a powerful bike like that between her legs, with a top speed of 200mph at her fingertips. The driver must have had nerves of steel, gliding along so effortlessly. Whoever it was, Faith admired them for their sheer guts.
The day unfolded before her and faded into evening. She pulled into a gas station that advertised (Mechanic on Duty). The bike seemed to be hesitating whenever she throttled it. A young man barely out of his teens greeted her at the garage door; he was covered with sweat and grease from a hard day’s work.
“Please tell me you’re looking for a date.” He said smiling down at Faith.
“Nah, too cute for me babe. I like em’ rough around the edges, but you could take a look at my bike.” She returned his charm, making him blush.
“Sweet little machine you got here, just enough of a handful for a woman like you. What’s she troubling you with?” he bent down to have a closer look at the Harley.
“It’s like she wants to choke every time I give her a little gas, it’s been happening for about the last 20 miles or so.”
He checked the oil and tightened a few screws, finally filling the gas tank.
“I don’t know much about bikes, but I did what I could. This will get you into Santa Monica. Here’s the name of a reliable garage once you get there.” He handed her a card with the garage’s name and number, “I heard they have a mechanic who specializes in bikes and can fix anything, supposed to be a real wiz.”
She reached for the card making sure to read the nametag on his shirt.
“Thanks Jimmy, what do I owe you?”
A thrill went through him when she said his name, “Promise to stay sexy for me?”
She wiped a smudge of dirt off his chin, “I’ll bet you clean up real nice sweetness.” The bike was revved up and leaving the parking lot before he could shake off her thrall long enough to reply.
Night was falling as she rode into Santa Monica and the surrounding sights begged for exploration. There would be time for that later, right now food; a hot bath and a bed were definite priorities. The Chinese carryout hit the spot nicely, and only added to the luxury of her bath. Steaming hot water and bath oil beads soaked away the fatigue of the road.
~~~~~~~~~~
She left the hotel room the next morning refreshed after a good night’s sleep and a decent breakfast. The next thing on her agenda was having the bike repaired before she found herself without wheels. The garage Jimmy had recommended wasn’t far from the hotel.
Faith pulled into the garage entrance and a bell sounded as her bike rode over a thick cable, alerting the staff of a potential customer. It was a large operation with 6 repair bays big enough for a standard size car or truck. An employee of the garage came out to greet her.
“What can I do for you today ma’am?”
“Hi, I’m looking for someone named Max, I need him to take a look at my bike.”
“Sure thing, hold tight.” The employee bellowed so his voice could be heard in the back of the garage, “Max, you’ve got a referral waiting for you out here.” He looked at Faith, “Max should be right with you.”
Faith turned off the engine and sat back on the bike relaxing. She was still sitting astride it when a figure wearing thick cover-alls, protective gloves and a welding helmet walked toward her. This being exactly what she had half expected, Faith was blown away when the gloves came off and one of the hands removed the helmet. Underneath the heavy steel and protective glass was the face of a Goddess.
Beautiful high cheekbones accentuated by dark almond shaped eyes burning with intensity. Blazing white teeth that must have formed the most perfect smile, covered by full moist lips that looked just kissed. Crowning her head was a long luxurious mane of silky brunette locks that varied in color when the sunlight hit it just right.
Faith shuddered as her mind generated a mental image of the body that damned bulky cover-all had to be hiding.
* Grrrrr…Now that’s USDA prime*
She smelled like motor oil, and her face was smudged and dirty, but she was the most radiant thing Faith had ever seen. Thoughts of a certain blonde were nowhere to be found. The first time she spoke, Faith barely heard her voice; she was too busy watching those lips move. When she finally did pay attention, she was rewarded by a sound that seemed to be dipped in honey, light and sweet.
It was presumptuous of her but she wondered, what their voices would sound like in the thick of things, huskiness complimented by a light breathlessness in a symphony of sighs and moans.
“Hi, I’m Max. I heard you were having problems with your bike, may I?”
Max gestured towards the seat and handlebars, indicating to Faith to un-ass the
bike. Once the bike was free, she threw her leg over the seat straddling it invitingly.
Faith smirked, * lucky seat*
“Here hold this for me, I'll be right back.” Max handed her helmet to Faith before starting the bike up and peeling onto the street. She was out of sight in seconds, leaving behind only a faint rumble as she gunned the engine.
She returned a few minutes later and pulled up next to Faith, gunning the engine one last time.
“Not a bad little ride, if you like Harleys.”
Faith didn’t know how to take the comment, after all; the bike had a lot of sentimental value. It was enough for her, having taken her from point A to Z.
“Oh yeah, well what are you pushin’?” she said with a skeptical sneer.
“That 450 in the corner over there.” Max nonchalantly pointed to a black 450 Ninja parked in the back of the garage. It was just like the one Faith had seen on the I-10.
The slayer shook her head lightly, *Nah, couldn’t be; too much of a coincidence*
She looked from the bike back to Max, making it obvious that she was admiring more than the bike, “Nice lines.”
Max licked her lips and a crooked smile formed on her face, “So I’ve been told. The problem with your bike is in the fuel injector. She’s skipping when you give her gas, because the connection isn’t feeding properly. And you could use new plugs. Repairs should take me a day, maybe a day and a half.”
“Fuck me!”
Max raised an eyebrow and looked directly into Faith’s eyes suggestively.
“Oh, I’m sorry…it’s just that I didn’t know it would take this long. I wasn’t expecting to be without wheels.”
“Well look, I was about to go get some breakfast, if you don’t mind riding with a grease monkey; I can take you home.”
“Nah, I don’t mind. I’ll grab a bite with ya.”
“Let me tell my boss I’m going, be right back.”
Max rode the bike into the garage and parked it in a repair bay. She filled out a work order stating repairs to be done, pick up time and over-all charges. Then she ran into the small area where she changed, and quickly shed the cumbersome cover-alls. A quick and thorough swipe of a face cloth rinsed away the grime to reveal perfection, but she applied a little makeup to freshen up.
He ran into her on the way out, catching a kiss on the cheek from her.
“Whoa, girlie; special customer?” He held her at arms length, making a fuss over her like he always did. “Uhm…uhm…uhm, lucky man.”
“There’s the ‘man’ over there.” She motioned towards Faith, who was pacing back and forth looking impatient but gorgeous.
“Hot damn, I gotta learn how to fix a freaking bike one of these days.”
“You belong to me chappy, don’t forget that.” She gave him another affectionate peck on the cheek and walked out of the garage.
“I’ll just going for a quick bite I’ll be back shortly, K?”
She could’ve asked him for the world and he would’ve killed to get it for her.
“Take the afternoon off, you’ve earned it.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chauncey the owner of the garage, or Chappy as Max called him; sometimes forgot how striking she was. He remembered how he couldn’t take his eyes off her when she interviewed for the Mechanic’s position. With a face and body like that who gave a damn if she could really fix a bike? The worst piece of junk in the garage was rolled out for her to work on.
There was an exhibition in the garage that day, not much real work got done. All the so-called ‘jocks’ laid odds on Max to fail. They all gathered around to watch this ‘little girl’ get down on her knees in a skirt and heels. She was done in an hour, handing the keys to Chauncey.
“Take her around the block, I’ll wait in your office.”
He was amazed she had the bike running, it had been gathering dust for several years. Though bringing it to full restoration would take some time, he was impressed with her skills.
He walked back into his office to find her waiting patiently.
“Miss Guevara, there’s the matter of a resume and some sort of Mechanic’s certification.”
“That’s not what I heard Mr. Whalen, you said I had the job if I could fix the bike. Well, how did she run?”
He stammered avoiding eye contact with her. He had never expected her to repair the bike. Interviewing her proved a nice diversion for an afternoon, and that was the extent of his commitment to hiring her. This firebrand was different, and he knew the vague excuses wouldn’t work.
“You wouldn’t be leading a girl on, now would you Mr. Whalen. Say, like setting her up to fail with a bike she couldn’t possibly fix? Because if that’s the case, and you still don’t hire me; you’re more of an ass than I thought.”
She stood to leave, and he stopped her. There was something special about her, and he would be a fool to turn away such a gifted mechanic on a technicality. Besides, she had a bigger set than most of the men working for him, and he liked that.
“Alright Max, see you tomorrow morning promptly at nine.”
The joyful expression on her face melted his heart, and she ceased to be just a pair of tits and a great ass. He would prove himself to be more devoted to her than any father she could’ve had.
Hiring her was a wise choice, because the garage started to draw business away from the competition. He swore some of her regulars broke their bikes on purpose, just to have a reason to come in. His numbers from repeat customers alone increased by 40% after she started working there.
~~~~~~~~~~
Momentarily startled by the hum of the powerful engine, Faith didn’t know which was more impressive as Max rolled the bike out in front of her. There was nothing better than an incredible bike, unless the woman driving it happened to be extraordinary.
*Play your cards right slayer, and you might get em’ both*
“Hop on, I’ll take you to my favorite little breakfast nook, want a helmet?”
“Nah, it’s too nice a day. I plan on dying young anyway."
Faith sat on the bike, loving the feel of Max’s warm soft body as she took hold of
her. They looked like two cover girls for a biker mag, both extremely easy on the eyes. If ever there were a traffic stopper, this sight would certainly qualify. Faith was disappointed by the short distance they traveled to the Diner. She felt like she could’ve rode on the back of that bike forever. They walked into the restaurant and sat at a cozy booth located in the rear of the building. Neither of them relished the attention they were both used to, and wanted to eat in peace.
Faith spoke first, sensing that Max was nervous, “That Ninja is sweet, and how long have you had her?”
“About two years, she was a gift.”
“Damn, does he have a brother?
The tense brunette laughed at the slayer’s question, “It wasn’t like that, I just happened to be in the right place; at the right time.”
Max’s eyes clouded over like she was remembering something painful, not quite
healed. Faith recognized that look; it had stared back in the mirror at her far too
often. She felt the urge to reach out and touch the troubled face before her, but instinct tempered the impulse.
“I’ve seen better times too.” The slayer opined.
“Huh?”
“Just reading your mind is all.” Faith winked reassuringly at the troubled young woman sitting across from her.
Max was unsettled by Faith intuition. What she said wasn’t too far from the truth, and she had been in a dark place for a moment. She wouldn’t concentrate on that now, other more interesting things were holding her attention. Like Faith’s ravenous appetite, she ate with relish and abandon almost as if it were her last meal. Max wondered how she indulged her ‘other’ appetites.
Faith found herself dreading the end of the meal, because it meant Max had to return to the garage. As they walked out to the street and over to the bike the dark slayer thought about possessive words like ‘mine’, ‘our’s’, and stifled the warm blush she felt creeping over her face.
Max knew that Faith admired the Ninja; she remembered the look of respect on her face when she saw it for the first time. She never let anyone else drive her machine, but the older woman was already more than a stranger. She tossed Faith the keys in a reassuring manner.
“Take me for a ride?”
“I thought work was calling ya?”
“My boss gave me the afternoon off.”
“I’m so liking your boss right now.”
Faith felt a rush of adrenaline when she powered up the bike, but the feel of Max’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist gave her the real thrill. Max pressed her mouth against faith’s ear, making sure she could be heard over the noise from the bike.
“Take her along the PCH, I’ll tell you how to get there. It’s a nice little ride and it will take us by the beach.”
Faith was too distracted by the feel of Max’s warm breath grazing her ear to speak, so she just affirmed with a nod. She found the directions easy to follow, and soon they were tooling along the Pacific Coast Highway enjoying the scenic beauty of the coastline.
The Slayer was feeling mischievous and more than a little naughty as she shouted back to Max. “What can she do wide open?”
Max knew the Ninja’s potential, it had been battle tested to say the least and she knew a novice couldn’t handle it. She was able to control it far better than any Professional could, thanks to her enhanced DNA. With razor sharp reflexes and eyesight as keen as an eagle’s, she didn’t break a sweat going over 200 mph.
“I wouldn’t advise that Faith, no one’s ever had her wide open, but me.”
*I’ve seen a gotdamned town sink into the ground, who gives a shit about caution*
Faith throttled down and kicked the Ninja into high gear. She crouched down almost hugging the bike, and Max instinctively followed suit. They peeled down the highway faster than the Ninja had ever gone before.
Max started to panic, but settled into the ride. Normally the younger girl would’ve been alarmed by such a foolish action, but she somehow trusted Faith. She was aroused by the self-assured way the sexy brunette drove the bike with no difficulty, and more than a bit puzzled.
Faith smiled inwardly as she felt the softness of Max’s body cradled close to her. She couldn’t help but think this was a good day to be a slayer. A normal person would’ve easily lost control at the speeds they were traveling.
She reduced her speed only because she was thirsty and she wanted to check the gas level on the Ninja. There was a small gas station across the street from a small strip of beach where they could fill up and grab lunch.
TBC