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:
5,173
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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My Garage
Disclaimer
I own NOTHING (except for the plot*smile*)! Anything in this story that falls under existing copyrights belongs to their respective owners.
A/N
1. First of all: Hi at all of you Spuffy fans out there on the internet.
2. I am German, so I know my language will probably suck, 'cause of me bei being a native speaker an all that crap. ;)
3. As far as I planned this AU story will rate up to NC-17, so all of you smut-lusting kiddies out there stop reading!!!
4. After reading many stories out there about Buffy and Spike but never finding one that contained both our favourite two and fast cars.
So I started writing this story. As you see it is my first attempt at fanfiction so please don't "rip my throat out".I got no Beta! I know the story will probably be no good at all.
5. I know at the beginning the story won't look very Spuffy, but it will definitly be.
6. I know I "stole" some phrases or things from other movies and shows, but as far as I'm concerned I'll mark it author's free will! *hrhr*
7. Review me if you want, either here on aff.net or by mail : thesilvercirle@web.de
8. Archiving: Yeah sure, no prob, but please let me know where it goes.
Summary:
AU. Buffy Summers owns a racing team in L.A.. Spike is a wannabe racer, who wants to become famous. Sparks fly at some point, and we all now how it will end! ;)
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Chapter 1: My Garage
"It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile, winning is winning"
Dominic Torretto, The Fast and the Furious
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Faint smell of burnt tires, the two thin red lines painted across the street, a four lane street going straight downtown, oh yeah this has been the scene of a crime. A crime he most wanted to commit, a drug he became addicted to as a little boy. Street racing, mainly of the illegal type, wometomething William was fond of. He liked the speed, the adrenalin rush high speed driving gave him, oh yeah he definitely wanted to live his life in the fastlane.
But he also knew for sure, that, without a racing team with a well-known name in the scene, he wouldn't even come near any of the places or streets, where those races took place. So he was more than glad to have the address of such a team, and he wanted to make sure, that he made an impression the owner wouldn't forget.
So William got into his "equipment", a navy-blue BMW M3, and got on his way to find that teams garage. Oh he liked his car, it had style, it caught the eye and most of all it was fast. Who needed drugs if he had 343 hp at his free will. A few minor tunings provided a sprint from 0 to 60 mph in about 5,5 seconds and a top-speed of about 185 mph. He really loved that car and had spent everything he ever earned on it.
So he drove through downtown L.A. to find the garage of that racing team, loud punk and rock music blaring from his up to date speaker system. He knew by rumors that the owner of that team was a real hardass and wasn't to be fooled around with. But he knew he was a good driver and he wanted to prove it if necessary. Oh yeah he would show that one that there's always someone faster out there.
Still living up in his thoughts about beating the owner of that team on the asphalt he arrived at the given address and found 4 highly tuned up cars, all Japanese imports, lined up in front of a huge garage. William found three letters saying "BSR" above the garage as well as on the sides of the cars and wondered what they could possibly mean.
He got out of his car and strode over to the open garage doors. As he stepped in his eyes found the most beautiful girl he might have ever seen in his life. A small and fragile but at the same time devilishly sexy body, long blonde hair and shiny green eyes caught his attention and he momentarily lost all thought about racing and cars.
"Can I help you sunnyboy?... Hello!?... Earth to staring stranger!!" she spoke to that extraordinary cute man that stood in her garage and kept staring at her. *Oh my god, look at that cheekbones, major salty goodness standing right here in my garage*
*Oh god that voice, I almost got hard only from her talking* "Hello, luv" William said "what's a beautiful bird like you doing in a garage? You got a name, pet?"
"First of all, I am not your luv or pet or anything, second I am in A garage because that particular garage is mine and third yes I have a name!" she quipped.
"Oh the little kitten got claws, mind to share your name with me, PET?" *Oh yeah that's a game I can play to*
"I think I will make you a deal, you tell me your name and I tell you mine if you stop calling me pet or luv and then tell me what you came looking for in my garage! Okay for you sunnyboy?"
"The name's Spike! And I'm here because I want to race and therefore I wanted to talk to the owner! So if your mightiness would have the grace to bring me to him I'd be mostly satisfied!"
*Oh yeah he might be cute, but he is even more infuriating than Xander at his high times*
"Are you deaf or something? I told you already two times that this is my garage. Look at those letters on the cars and over the doors, "BSR", stands for Buffy Summers Racing. That by the way is my name, Buffy, Buffy Summers. And as for you driving for my team - forget it!" Now she was infuriated. Why in the world did everybody with a piece of meat dangling between his legs always assume that every damn racing team on that planet belongs to a male?!
"What do you mean with FORGET IT?" Spike asked outraged.
"Because you aren't nearly as good as my little sister if it comes to driving!" she spat.
"Oh I would love to prove you are wrong missy"
"Oh you would, than let's see. You got a ride?" she asked all the while grinning mischievously.
"Look outside!" he told her with a smirk that told whole stories about lust.
Buffy looked outside and found Spike's M3 parking right outside. She knew she wasn't playing fair but it was just too easy and money was never a bad thing to have if you had a garage.
"Oh poor boy" she told him grinning "is that all that you got? Oh my god, how can I make a competition fair if that poor excuse of a car is all that you got?" Buffy could feel dollar signs appearing in her eyes. That car must have been worth about 50 grand. That would surely be good for upcoming bills for about, let's say the next month.
"I'll give you fair you little brat" Spike sputtered in rage.
"Okay if you really want, here's the deal: you see that yellow car standing in front of MY garage? We make a little race and see if you're as good as your mouth is big. We race a quarter mile. If you win, you will race for my team, work for my garage and make good money. If I win I get your car and you go back from where you came. And only because I have my social day and I know how poor your ride is I will only use the first three gears of my car!" she told him with a stern and all business voice.
"Oh no you won't win missy, I'll show you that there's always someone better than yourself out there, and that will be me today! Let's race!" Spike fumed. He would give her the race of her life. That little car of her, a Nissan, would never stand a chance against his little "monster".
"Xander! Willow! Dawn! Wanna see me teaching a lesson?" she yelled through the garage.
As on commando the three of them appeared from different sides of the building nodding and smiling. There smiles would vanish as soon as he kicked Buffy's ass out on the street Spike thought to himself.
"Okay Spikey, get in your car and follow us" she told him smugly as she closed the garage and got into her car with Dawn, Willow and Xander following them in their own cars.
To be continued...
Upcoming: Chapter 2: Adrenaline
I own NOTHING (except for the plot*smile*)! Anything in this story that falls under existing copyrights belongs to their respective owners.
A/N
1. First of all: Hi at all of you Spuffy fans out there on the internet.
2. I am German, so I know my language will probably suck, 'cause of me bei being a native speaker an all that crap. ;)
3. As far as I planned this AU story will rate up to NC-17, so all of you smut-lusting kiddies out there stop reading!!!
4. After reading many stories out there about Buffy and Spike but never finding one that contained both our favourite two and fast cars.
So I started writing this story. As you see it is my first attempt at fanfiction so please don't "rip my throat out".I got no Beta! I know the story will probably be no good at all.
5. I know at the beginning the story won't look very Spuffy, but it will definitly be.
6. I know I "stole" some phrases or things from other movies and shows, but as far as I'm concerned I'll mark it author's free will! *hrhr*
7. Review me if you want, either here on aff.net or by mail : thesilvercirle@web.de
8. Archiving: Yeah sure, no prob, but please let me know where it goes.
Summary:
AU. Buffy Summers owns a racing team in L.A.. Spike is a wannabe racer, who wants to become famous. Sparks fly at some point, and we all now how it will end! ;)
========================================================================================================
Chapter 1: My Garage
"It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile, winning is winning"
Dominic Torretto, The Fast and the Furious
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Faint smell of burnt tires, the two thin red lines painted across the street, a four lane street going straight downtown, oh yeah this has been the scene of a crime. A crime he most wanted to commit, a drug he became addicted to as a little boy. Street racing, mainly of the illegal type, wometomething William was fond of. He liked the speed, the adrenalin rush high speed driving gave him, oh yeah he definitely wanted to live his life in the fastlane.
But he also knew for sure, that, without a racing team with a well-known name in the scene, he wouldn't even come near any of the places or streets, where those races took place. So he was more than glad to have the address of such a team, and he wanted to make sure, that he made an impression the owner wouldn't forget.
So William got into his "equipment", a navy-blue BMW M3, and got on his way to find that teams garage. Oh he liked his car, it had style, it caught the eye and most of all it was fast. Who needed drugs if he had 343 hp at his free will. A few minor tunings provided a sprint from 0 to 60 mph in about 5,5 seconds and a top-speed of about 185 mph. He really loved that car and had spent everything he ever earned on it.
So he drove through downtown L.A. to find the garage of that racing team, loud punk and rock music blaring from his up to date speaker system. He knew by rumors that the owner of that team was a real hardass and wasn't to be fooled around with. But he knew he was a good driver and he wanted to prove it if necessary. Oh yeah he would show that one that there's always someone faster out there.
Still living up in his thoughts about beating the owner of that team on the asphalt he arrived at the given address and found 4 highly tuned up cars, all Japanese imports, lined up in front of a huge garage. William found three letters saying "BSR" above the garage as well as on the sides of the cars and wondered what they could possibly mean.
He got out of his car and strode over to the open garage doors. As he stepped in his eyes found the most beautiful girl he might have ever seen in his life. A small and fragile but at the same time devilishly sexy body, long blonde hair and shiny green eyes caught his attention and he momentarily lost all thought about racing and cars.
"Can I help you sunnyboy?... Hello!?... Earth to staring stranger!!" she spoke to that extraordinary cute man that stood in her garage and kept staring at her. *Oh my god, look at that cheekbones, major salty goodness standing right here in my garage*
*Oh god that voice, I almost got hard only from her talking* "Hello, luv" William said "what's a beautiful bird like you doing in a garage? You got a name, pet?"
"First of all, I am not your luv or pet or anything, second I am in A garage because that particular garage is mine and third yes I have a name!" she quipped.
"Oh the little kitten got claws, mind to share your name with me, PET?" *Oh yeah that's a game I can play to*
"I think I will make you a deal, you tell me your name and I tell you mine if you stop calling me pet or luv and then tell me what you came looking for in my garage! Okay for you sunnyboy?"
"The name's Spike! And I'm here because I want to race and therefore I wanted to talk to the owner! So if your mightiness would have the grace to bring me to him I'd be mostly satisfied!"
*Oh yeah he might be cute, but he is even more infuriating than Xander at his high times*
"Are you deaf or something? I told you already two times that this is my garage. Look at those letters on the cars and over the doors, "BSR", stands for Buffy Summers Racing. That by the way is my name, Buffy, Buffy Summers. And as for you driving for my team - forget it!" Now she was infuriated. Why in the world did everybody with a piece of meat dangling between his legs always assume that every damn racing team on that planet belongs to a male?!
"What do you mean with FORGET IT?" Spike asked outraged.
"Because you aren't nearly as good as my little sister if it comes to driving!" she spat.
"Oh I would love to prove you are wrong missy"
"Oh you would, than let's see. You got a ride?" she asked all the while grinning mischievously.
"Look outside!" he told her with a smirk that told whole stories about lust.
Buffy looked outside and found Spike's M3 parking right outside. She knew she wasn't playing fair but it was just too easy and money was never a bad thing to have if you had a garage.
"Oh poor boy" she told him grinning "is that all that you got? Oh my god, how can I make a competition fair if that poor excuse of a car is all that you got?" Buffy could feel dollar signs appearing in her eyes. That car must have been worth about 50 grand. That would surely be good for upcoming bills for about, let's say the next month.
"I'll give you fair you little brat" Spike sputtered in rage.
"Okay if you really want, here's the deal: you see that yellow car standing in front of MY garage? We make a little race and see if you're as good as your mouth is big. We race a quarter mile. If you win, you will race for my team, work for my garage and make good money. If I win I get your car and you go back from where you came. And only because I have my social day and I know how poor your ride is I will only use the first three gears of my car!" she told him with a stern and all business voice.
"Oh no you won't win missy, I'll show you that there's always someone better than yourself out there, and that will be me today! Let's race!" Spike fumed. He would give her the race of her life. That little car of her, a Nissan, would never stand a chance against his little "monster".
"Xander! Willow! Dawn! Wanna see me teaching a lesson?" she yelled through the garage.
As on commando the three of them appeared from different sides of the building nodding and smiling. There smiles would vanish as soon as he kicked Buffy's ass out on the street Spike thought to himself.
"Okay Spikey, get in your car and follow us" she told him smugly as she closed the garage and got into her car with Dawn, Willow and Xander following them in their own cars.
To be continued...
Upcoming: Chapter 2: Adrenaline