Livin' Life in the Fastlane
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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:
21
Views:
5,179
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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.
Sweet Choice
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I own NOTHING (except for the plot*smile*)! Anything in this story that falls under existing copyrights belongs to their respective owners.
A/N
Stupid real life! *grrr* University caught up on me and started again, hence the delay in updates. But because you had to wait I wrote a longer chapter again. Please review it so I know how I’m doing. I hope it is still okay. Tell me what you think!
Hugs to all!
*Update* As I found out today, the review system at AFF doesn't work properly (and I wondered if my story was so bad :D)! Well I just wanted to say that if anyone is willing and wants to review my story please just send me an email (thesilvercircle@web.de)! I'll try to answer all of them (as long as there aren't to much to read, which I don't expect :D)!
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Previously on Livin’ Life in the Fastlane:
Buffy offered Spike a deal. Spike told her that he got his car from Angel, and Buffy’s panic attack nearly got them both involved in a car accident. Afterwards they made up the rules for their deal. Including a date!
Chapter 6: Sweet Choice
Buffy and Spike left the small café for her garage. Again Spike tried to coax Buffy into letting him drive but she stubbornly refused and told him that nobody ever had to know that he once had driven it. Spike smirked at her threat of damaging important parts of his anatomy if he would talk about it and entered the passenger side of the Nissan.
After the short ride through downtown L.A. they finally arrived at Buffy Summers Racing and entered the garage. “Guys?!” Buffy voice called into the depths of the garage and three heads appeared from behind, next and under different rides. “Hey, I want you to meet William, William Giles, our new mechanic.”
The three employees from Buffy Summers Racing neared the blonde pair standing in the middle of the room and tried to clean their hands on their working suits and small towels they all sported. “Hi I’m Dawn. I’m Buffy’s sister and a street racer” the little brown haired girl smiled up at Spike. “Hello Nibblet, I’m Spike. I don’t really fancy anyone calling me by my poncey name. How come you race, Bit? Aren’t you a little to young to race?” he asked her.
“Hey you meanie, I’m not too young, I’m almost 17 years old and I race very well. Ask Buffy she knows I do” the little one told him in an “I’m not kidding” – voice. Spike turned around and saw Buffy smiling at him and nodding at her sister’s request.
“Uhm, …hello, I’m Willow” a cute redheaded girl tapped on Spike’s shoulder while he still stared at Buffy’s beautiful face. Spike turned a round and shook Willow’s offered hand. “Hi Red, I’m Spike as I believe you heard when I introduced myself to the Little Bit” he smiled at the redhead and Willow had the decency to blush a little and turned her head to stare at an unbelievingly interesting point in front of her right foot.
“Yeah Captain Peroxide, and I’m Xander. The one and only male in this garage. Well at least I used to be” he mumbled the last sentence more to himself than to anyone else.
“Oi whelp, what did you just call me?” Spike took a menacing step towards Xander.
“Hey it’s not my fault that you have to dye your hair only to improve yourself…” the ex-only male at BSR countered.
“Okay, that’s it. I’ll give you self-improvement…” Spike lunged for Xander.
Buffy, Willow and Dawn together jumped for Spike at the same time and were able to stop him before he could hit Xander who had jumped back a step and was now looking a little bit frightened into the direction where the three girls were struggling with the enraged Brit.
“Spike stop it “Buffy screamed “No testosterone fights in my garage.”
Spike stopped his advance on Xander and the girls except for Buffy stepped back. “You will have to work together in the future so try to relax a little and try to get along” Buffy put her left index finger on Spike’s chest while turning around her head to Xander pointing at him with her right index finger. Both men looked at each other and then turned their heads down ashamed like little school boys getting grounded for fighting on the schoolyard.
“Okay now that we got that settled” Buffy continued, still with her hand on Spike’s chest” let’s get into action. Willow? The Civic good and gone?”
The redhead nodded.
“Good with that problem behind us we only have to get rid of that BMW, get Spike a new ride and continue with our new situation” Buffy smiled self-satisfied, still oblivious to her hand resting on Spike’s chest.
“And how exactly do you think we get rid of it?” Willow asked in a small voice “it’s not like you can put it into the papers if it’s really not that a legal ride.”
“Yeah that’s right Willow, but I think Willy still owes me a favour or two” Buffy smiled at Willow, a little twinkle in her eye.
*Bloody hell, I feel like I’m on fire. Why is she still resting her hand on my chest? Oh how I would love to feel that small powerful hands in other places. I can’t wait till we get to our date* Spike mused while desperately trying to suppress the upcoming hardon.
“Okay, luv, if you will let go of me, although I’m not complaining, we can get that show on the road” Spike smirked a sexy smirk at Buffy who suddenly blushed furiously.
*Oh my god, I can’t believe I touched him all the while. Why didn’t I take my hand back? Oh, but it feels so good, that hard, lean and muscular chest beneath my fingers. Oh how I would love to not only lay my hand on it. Perhaps a little tongue action…* *Shut up stupid subconscious. Let the brain take over and tell me how to get out of that embarrassing moment* *Oh, but he looks so tasty…* *SHUT UP!* Buffy fought with herself in her head.
“Err, uhm, yeah sure. Let’s go” she stuttered and removed her hand from Spike’s chest still sporting a deep red blush.
“I think you were right, Dawnie” Willow whispered into the girls ear and both of them started giggling. For that both received a death glare from their boss and they tried to hide it as good as possible but failed miserably. Xander still stood there looking dumbstruck shaking his head and returning to his work. Oh yeah, ignorance was definitely bliss.
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Some time later at a car sale Downtown
“Willy, oh Willy” Buffy’s voice chirped through the yard full with Japanese imports ready to be sold.
“S… Slayer” a little man emerging from behind a Mitsubishi Eclipse “What can I do for you?”
“First of all I’ve got a car I need to get rid of. And then my friend here wants to get a new one” she smiled at the cowering man.
“What’s that ride you have?” he asked
“BMW M3 slightly upgraded” Spike told the wanker.
“No way Slayer, I can’t take such a ride. I have no one to sell it to and if you need to get rid of it, I believe it must be hot” the salesman told her sternly.
“Well Willy, I believe you owe me more than just taking that BMW. Let me get this straight, if you want to keep your little business running you will not only take care of that German import but also let my friend chose whatever ride he wants from your yard. Understood?” Buffy was back in business mode.
“You little bitch, how dare you threaten me after everything I did for you?” he spat.
Spike decided he heard enough and grabbed Willy by his coat. “Listen you wanker, first you gonna apologize to the lady and then do what she wants” he told him through clenched teeth shaking him a little bit or emphasis.
“Hey, get your hands off me. Who are you to order me around?” the salesman struggled against Spike’s iron grip.
“I am the new mechanic at the beautiful lady’s garage. And I particularly do not like the way you talk to her. And even more I don’t fancy anyone calling her a bitch. So if you want to end another day in your pity existence with your jaw still intact you will do as I told you, mate!” Spike spat thet wot word into the smaller man’s face, still not loosening his grip on the man’s coat.
Buffy was in awe. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had fought for her in public. The warm feeling that spread through her body from deep within her womb couldn’t be denied and she felt her heart reach out to Spike. But as fast that feeling started as fast it was suppressed. *No I won’t go down that road again* she told herself and returned to business mode.
“Okay, okay stop manhandling me. I’m sorry” Willy muttered.
“What? I don’t believe the lady heard you so if you please would be so kind to repeat…” Spike again shook Willy.
“I am sorry for calling you a bitch slayer. And I hope we can solve your problem to your satisfaction” the little clerk muttered a little louder this time and Spike took his hands off him.
“See, a little more politeness and everybody’s will be contempt” Spike smirked his trademark smirk.
“Okay Spike, go and look around if you find a ride you want to have while I settle the business with Willy” Buffy smiled at him while laying her hand on his arm.
*Oh god she’s touching me again. Oh how I want her* Spike revelled in his thoughts.
*Damnit, I am groping him again. Oh and it feels so good. Oh how I want him* *Wow, where did that come from? I told you to shut up* *Yeah, yeah, whatever* Buffy once again fought her subconscious.
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Back at BSR later that day
Buffy stormed into her garage fuming. Breezing into her office past her employees and friends all of them wondered what might have upset her.
As they strolled outside to see where their new co-worker was they found Spike smirking up on a wrecker with something looking a little bit like a car on it. It couldn’t be identified as what it was only by looking so Dawn walked towards Spike.
“Hey Spike, what’s that poor piece of metal?” she asked.
“That, Little Bit, is my new ride” he told her still smirking.
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To be continued…
Upcoming: Chapter 6: The right Tune
I own NOTHING (except for the plot*smile*)! Anything in this story that falls under existing copyrights belongs to their respective owners.
A/N
Stupid real life! *grrr* University caught up on me and started again, hence the delay in updates. But because you had to wait I wrote a longer chapter again. Please review it so I know how I’m doing. I hope it is still okay. Tell me what you think!
Hugs to all!
*Update* As I found out today, the review system at AFF doesn't work properly (and I wondered if my story was so bad :D)! Well I just wanted to say that if anyone is willing and wants to review my story please just send me an email (thesilvercircle@web.de)! I'll try to answer all of them (as long as there aren't to much to read, which I don't expect :D)!
============================================================
Previously on Livin’ Life in the Fastlane:
Buffy offered Spike a deal. Spike told her that he got his car from Angel, and Buffy’s panic attack nearly got them both involved in a car accident. Afterwards they made up the rules for their deal. Including a date!
Chapter 6: Sweet Choice
Buffy and Spike left the small café for her garage. Again Spike tried to coax Buffy into letting him drive but she stubbornly refused and told him that nobody ever had to know that he once had driven it. Spike smirked at her threat of damaging important parts of his anatomy if he would talk about it and entered the passenger side of the Nissan.
After the short ride through downtown L.A. they finally arrived at Buffy Summers Racing and entered the garage. “Guys?!” Buffy voice called into the depths of the garage and three heads appeared from behind, next and under different rides. “Hey, I want you to meet William, William Giles, our new mechanic.”
The three employees from Buffy Summers Racing neared the blonde pair standing in the middle of the room and tried to clean their hands on their working suits and small towels they all sported. “Hi I’m Dawn. I’m Buffy’s sister and a street racer” the little brown haired girl smiled up at Spike. “Hello Nibblet, I’m Spike. I don’t really fancy anyone calling me by my poncey name. How come you race, Bit? Aren’t you a little to young to race?” he asked her.
“Hey you meanie, I’m not too young, I’m almost 17 years old and I race very well. Ask Buffy she knows I do” the little one told him in an “I’m not kidding” – voice. Spike turned around and saw Buffy smiling at him and nodding at her sister’s request.
“Uhm, …hello, I’m Willow” a cute redheaded girl tapped on Spike’s shoulder while he still stared at Buffy’s beautiful face. Spike turned a round and shook Willow’s offered hand. “Hi Red, I’m Spike as I believe you heard when I introduced myself to the Little Bit” he smiled at the redhead and Willow had the decency to blush a little and turned her head to stare at an unbelievingly interesting point in front of her right foot.
“Yeah Captain Peroxide, and I’m Xander. The one and only male in this garage. Well at least I used to be” he mumbled the last sentence more to himself than to anyone else.
“Oi whelp, what did you just call me?” Spike took a menacing step towards Xander.
“Hey it’s not my fault that you have to dye your hair only to improve yourself…” the ex-only male at BSR countered.
“Okay, that’s it. I’ll give you self-improvement…” Spike lunged for Xander.
Buffy, Willow and Dawn together jumped for Spike at the same time and were able to stop him before he could hit Xander who had jumped back a step and was now looking a little bit frightened into the direction where the three girls were struggling with the enraged Brit.
“Spike stop it “Buffy screamed “No testosterone fights in my garage.”
Spike stopped his advance on Xander and the girls except for Buffy stepped back. “You will have to work together in the future so try to relax a little and try to get along” Buffy put her left index finger on Spike’s chest while turning around her head to Xander pointing at him with her right index finger. Both men looked at each other and then turned their heads down ashamed like little school boys getting grounded for fighting on the schoolyard.
“Okay now that we got that settled” Buffy continued, still with her hand on Spike’s chest” let’s get into action. Willow? The Civic good and gone?”
The redhead nodded.
“Good with that problem behind us we only have to get rid of that BMW, get Spike a new ride and continue with our new situation” Buffy smiled self-satisfied, still oblivious to her hand resting on Spike’s chest.
“And how exactly do you think we get rid of it?” Willow asked in a small voice “it’s not like you can put it into the papers if it’s really not that a legal ride.”
“Yeah that’s right Willow, but I think Willy still owes me a favour or two” Buffy smiled at Willow, a little twinkle in her eye.
*Bloody hell, I feel like I’m on fire. Why is she still resting her hand on my chest? Oh how I would love to feel that small powerful hands in other places. I can’t wait till we get to our date* Spike mused while desperately trying to suppress the upcoming hardon.
“Okay, luv, if you will let go of me, although I’m not complaining, we can get that show on the road” Spike smirked a sexy smirk at Buffy who suddenly blushed furiously.
*Oh my god, I can’t believe I touched him all the while. Why didn’t I take my hand back? Oh, but it feels so good, that hard, lean and muscular chest beneath my fingers. Oh how I would love to not only lay my hand on it. Perhaps a little tongue action…* *Shut up stupid subconscious. Let the brain take over and tell me how to get out of that embarrassing moment* *Oh, but he looks so tasty…* *SHUT UP!* Buffy fought with herself in her head.
“Err, uhm, yeah sure. Let’s go” she stuttered and removed her hand from Spike’s chest still sporting a deep red blush.
“I think you were right, Dawnie” Willow whispered into the girls ear and both of them started giggling. For that both received a death glare from their boss and they tried to hide it as good as possible but failed miserably. Xander still stood there looking dumbstruck shaking his head and returning to his work. Oh yeah, ignorance was definitely bliss.
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Some time later at a car sale Downtown
“Willy, oh Willy” Buffy’s voice chirped through the yard full with Japanese imports ready to be sold.
“S… Slayer” a little man emerging from behind a Mitsubishi Eclipse “What can I do for you?”
“First of all I’ve got a car I need to get rid of. And then my friend here wants to get a new one” she smiled at the cowering man.
“What’s that ride you have?” he asked
“BMW M3 slightly upgraded” Spike told the wanker.
“No way Slayer, I can’t take such a ride. I have no one to sell it to and if you need to get rid of it, I believe it must be hot” the salesman told her sternly.
“Well Willy, I believe you owe me more than just taking that BMW. Let me get this straight, if you want to keep your little business running you will not only take care of that German import but also let my friend chose whatever ride he wants from your yard. Understood?” Buffy was back in business mode.
“You little bitch, how dare you threaten me after everything I did for you?” he spat.
Spike decided he heard enough and grabbed Willy by his coat. “Listen you wanker, first you gonna apologize to the lady and then do what she wants” he told him through clenched teeth shaking him a little bit or emphasis.
“Hey, get your hands off me. Who are you to order me around?” the salesman struggled against Spike’s iron grip.
“I am the new mechanic at the beautiful lady’s garage. And I particularly do not like the way you talk to her. And even more I don’t fancy anyone calling her a bitch. So if you want to end another day in your pity existence with your jaw still intact you will do as I told you, mate!” Spike spat thet wot word into the smaller man’s face, still not loosening his grip on the man’s coat.
Buffy was in awe. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had fought for her in public. The warm feeling that spread through her body from deep within her womb couldn’t be denied and she felt her heart reach out to Spike. But as fast that feeling started as fast it was suppressed. *No I won’t go down that road again* she told herself and returned to business mode.
“Okay, okay stop manhandling me. I’m sorry” Willy muttered.
“What? I don’t believe the lady heard you so if you please would be so kind to repeat…” Spike again shook Willy.
“I am sorry for calling you a bitch slayer. And I hope we can solve your problem to your satisfaction” the little clerk muttered a little louder this time and Spike took his hands off him.
“See, a little more politeness and everybody’s will be contempt” Spike smirked his trademark smirk.
“Okay Spike, go and look around if you find a ride you want to have while I settle the business with Willy” Buffy smiled at him while laying her hand on his arm.
*Oh god she’s touching me again. Oh how I want her* Spike revelled in his thoughts.
*Damnit, I am groping him again. Oh and it feels so good. Oh how I want him* *Wow, where did that come from? I told you to shut up* *Yeah, yeah, whatever* Buffy once again fought her subconscious.
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Back at BSR later that day
Buffy stormed into her garage fuming. Breezing into her office past her employees and friends all of them wondered what might have upset her.
As they strolled outside to see where their new co-worker was they found Spike smirking up on a wrecker with something looking a little bit like a car on it. It couldn’t be identified as what it was only by looking so Dawn walked towards Spike.
“Hey Spike, what’s that poor piece of metal?” she asked.
“That, Little Bit, is my new ride” he told her still smirking.
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To be continued…
Upcoming: Chapter 6: The right Tune