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Title: Speed
Author: elfcat255
Pairing: Sam and special guest
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Warnings:none
AN:written because Sam muse wouldn't shut up after a conversation with Snake muse...grr...I tried something a little different with this since I really didn't know Snake all that well..so..*shrugs*...eh
AN2: oh and suspend any disbeliefs you have over actual bike mechanics...this is Snake and Sam I'm writing about...they like to tinker with their engines...*grin*
The high-pitched roar of a fast moving motorcycle broke the silence of the early morning as it streaked down the deserted stretch of Nevada highway. The rider and machine seemed as one, her body hugging the contours of the sleek graphite colored Triumph Daytona as it sped through the brisk morning air past a landscape that varied little, but she paid no attention to her surroundings, only that of the open road before her.
Glancing over at her side mirror, she spotted a speck in the far distance behind her, which grew closer rapidly. Growing curious, she reduced her speed some allowing the object to catch up with her quicker, she could tell it was another motorcycle but she wanted to see what kind.
Soon the other machine grew close enough that she could tell what color it was, red; its rider stretched out in pretty much the same position she was, hugging close to the bike. It caught up with her, traveling alongside her bike; glancing over she could tell what make of motorcycle it was, a Kawasaki Ninja, the rider wore leathers that matched the color of the bike, red with black highlights, their helmet a mixture of red and black flames. Nodding her head and giving a little wave to the person, she increased her speed, moving away from the red machine and its rider.
The rider of the Ninja smiled inside his helmet as he watched the woman in the black racing leathers speed away; yes there was no doubt in his mind it was a women, men just didn’t have that sweet of an ass; the form-fitting leathers showed it off so well. As he sped up some to travel not far behind her graphite-colored Triumph he could not help but wonder if just maybe she was up for a little game. Deciding to put that thought into motion he pulled out from behind the other bike’s wake and up along side it; when she glanced over at him he gave her a little wave and then increased his speed darting ahead of her, sure enough she sped up, catching up with him. With a crooked grin, he thought to himself, ‘The game is on.’
With a grin of her own the woman thought, ‘So…he wants to play…I can do that,’ she then increased her speed, moving ahead of the red bike. The two riders began a fast dance of machines as they jockeyed for lead position, traveling at speeds close to two hundred miles an hour they wove back and forth in front of each other, each spending a fair amount of time leading until finally they pulled along side one another again. The rider of the red Ninja turned his head to look at the woman and removing a hand from its grip on the handlebars gave her a goodbye wave; he then shifted gears and with a huge burst of speed streaked away from the graphite Daytona.
‘Holy crap! What does he have in that thing a jet engine?’ she thought, watching him put a huge gap between them. She glanced at her speedometer, she was pushing two twenty at least and he was steadily growing further away from her. Not wanting to be beaten, she grinned, reaching a hand down she flicked a switch on the side of the Daytona’s engine. A high pitched whining began and she tucked her body as close as possible to the bike, pushing a button on the handlebars when the whine reached a certain level she held on tight as the graphite colored sport bike rocketed forward.
Thinking he had left the woman far behind the rider of the red Ninja glanced in his side mirror to see the other bike fast approaching. ‘What the fuck?’ he thought as he heard the bike’s engine whine as it grew closer. In a blur of speed, the woman’s bike sped past him, putting a huge distance between them, as she grew further away from him. Glancing down he read his speed, close to three hundred and he knew he could push a little more out of his machine but not the speed she was achieving, “Holy shit,” he muttered to himself, watching her bike turn into a small speck in the distance.
Easing back on his throttle some the Ninja’s rider geared down and settled into a nice cruising speed, soon he noticed the speck in the distance growing closer; not increasing his speed, he traveled on until he started to catch up with her. He could see a thin trail of smoke coming from the graphite bike’s engine and shortly she began to slow down even more, sailing past her, he glanced back to see her sit up on the bike and hold her hands up as it eased to a stop. He slowed down his bike until he could turn safely and made his way back to where she stopped, reaching the Triumph just as she pulled her helmet off and threw it on the ground. Coming to a halt close to her, he cut the engine on his bike and removed his helmet then sat watching as the short blonde-haired woman cussed a blue streak.
“Problems?” he asked her.
She ran a hand through her sweat soaked hair and looked up at the brown-haired man with an eye patch seated on the Ninja, “I think I blew a gasket,” she replied, “that was the first time I used the boost for a long distance.”
“That burst of speed definitely wasn’t from a factory built engine; what do you have on that thing?” He asked nodding his head at her bike.
“I could say the same for yours,” she replied, giving the man a crooked grin.
“Well then…how about I show you mine if you show me yours,” he said returning the grin.
“Even better…I’ll let you help me fix it,” she told him as she slipped off the bike and dropped the kickstand, easing the Daytona back to rest; she then reached into one of the saddle bags strapped to the back of the bike, pulling out a tool kit.
She tossed the kit to the Ninja’s rider, “It’s only fair…after all, I blew it while racing you,” she told him with a wide smile and a twinkle in her blue eyes.
The man looked at the tool kit in his hands and shrugged, “Sounds good to me…I can’t leave a pretty little thing like you stranded in the desert now can I?” he said returning the smile as he eased off his bike and moved it off to the side of the road.
“Oh I don’t need your help…I just want to see what’s under that engine cover,” she said pointing at the Ninja.
He chuckled and held out a hand, “The name’s Snake,” he said to her.
“Sam,” she replied grasping his hand a giving it a good shake.
“Well Sam…let’s get your bike fixed; the sooner we get done the sooner I can show you what’s under that cover,” he stated and moved to kneel down beside her bike.
She knelt along side him and they began to repair her Daytona’s engine, the morning sun shining down on the pair as they worked together.
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_call_me_snake_...you evil muse you!...lol..hope you like!Title: Speed
Author: elfcat255
Pairing: Sam and special guest
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Warnings:none
AN:written because Sam muse wouldn't shut up after a conversation with Snake muse...grr...I tried something a little different with this since I really didn't know Snake all that well..so..*shrugs*...eh
AN2: oh and suspend any disbeliefs you have over actual bike mechanics...this is Snake and Sam I'm writing about...they like to tinker with their engines...*grin*
The high-pitched roar of a fast moving motorcycle broke the silence of the early morning as it streaked down the deserted stretch of Nevada highway. The rider and machine seemed as one, her body hugging the contours of the sleek graphite colored Triumph Daytona as it sped through the brisk morning air past a landscape that varied little, but she paid no attention to her surroundings, only that of the open road before her.
Glancing over at her side mirror, she spotted a speck in the far distance behind her, which grew closer rapidly. Growing curious, she reduced her speed some allowing the object to catch up with her quicker, she could tell it was another motorcycle but she wanted to see what kind.
Soon the other machine grew close enough that she could tell what color it was, red; its rider stretched out in pretty much the same position she was, hugging close to the bike. It caught up with her, traveling alongside her bike; glancing over she could tell what make of motorcycle it was, a Kawasaki Ninja, the rider wore leathers that matched the color of the bike, red with black highlights, their helmet a mixture of red and black flames. Nodding her head and giving a little wave to the person, she increased her speed, moving away from the red machine and its rider.
The rider of the Ninja smiled inside his helmet as he watched the woman in the black racing leathers speed away; yes there was no doubt in his mind it was a women, men just didn’t have that sweet of an ass; the form-fitting leathers showed it off so well. As he sped up some to travel not far behind her graphite-colored Triumph he could not help but wonder if just maybe she was up for a little game. Deciding to put that thought into motion he pulled out from behind the other bike’s wake and up along side it; when she glanced over at him he gave her a little wave and then increased his speed darting ahead of her, sure enough she sped up, catching up with him. With a crooked grin, he thought to himself, ‘The game is on.’
With a grin of her own the woman thought, ‘So…he wants to play…I can do that,’ she then increased her speed, moving ahead of the red bike. The two riders began a fast dance of machines as they jockeyed for lead position, traveling at speeds close to two hundred miles an hour they wove back and forth in front of each other, each spending a fair amount of time leading until finally they pulled along side one another again. The rider of the red Ninja turned his head to look at the woman and removing a hand from its grip on the handlebars gave her a goodbye wave; he then shifted gears and with a huge burst of speed streaked away from the graphite Daytona.
‘Holy crap! What does he have in that thing a jet engine?’ she thought, watching him put a huge gap between them. She glanced at her speedometer, she was pushing two twenty at least and he was steadily growing further away from her. Not wanting to be beaten, she grinned, reaching a hand down she flicked a switch on the side of the Daytona’s engine. A high pitched whining began and she tucked her body as close as possible to the bike, pushing a button on the handlebars when the whine reached a certain level she held on tight as the graphite colored sport bike rocketed forward.
Thinking he had left the woman far behind the rider of the red Ninja glanced in his side mirror to see the other bike fast approaching. ‘What the fuck?’ he thought as he heard the bike’s engine whine as it grew closer. In a blur of speed, the woman’s bike sped past him, putting a huge distance between them, as she grew further away from him. Glancing down he read his speed, close to three hundred and he knew he could push a little more out of his machine but not the speed she was achieving, “Holy shit,” he muttered to himself, watching her bike turn into a small speck in the distance.
Easing back on his throttle some the Ninja’s rider geared down and settled into a nice cruising speed, soon he noticed the speck in the distance growing closer; not increasing his speed, he traveled on until he started to catch up with her. He could see a thin trail of smoke coming from the graphite bike’s engine and shortly she began to slow down even more, sailing past her, he glanced back to see her sit up on the bike and hold her hands up as it eased to a stop. He slowed down his bike until he could turn safely and made his way back to where she stopped, reaching the Triumph just as she pulled her helmet off and threw it on the ground. Coming to a halt close to her, he cut the engine on his bike and removed his helmet then sat watching as the short blonde-haired woman cussed a blue streak.
“Problems?” he asked her.
She ran a hand through her sweat soaked hair and looked up at the brown-haired man with an eye patch seated on the Ninja, “I think I blew a gasket,” she replied, “that was the first time I used the boost for a long distance.”
“That burst of speed definitely wasn’t from a factory built engine; what do you have on that thing?” He asked nodding his head at her bike.
“I could say the same for yours,” she replied, giving the man a crooked grin.
“Well then…how about I show you mine if you show me yours,” he said returning the grin.
“Even better…I’ll let you help me fix it,” she told him as she slipped off the bike and dropped the kickstand, easing the Daytona back to rest; she then reached into one of the saddle bags strapped to the back of the bike, pulling out a tool kit.
She tossed the kit to the Ninja’s rider, “It’s only fair…after all, I blew it while racing you,” she told him with a wide smile and a twinkle in her blue eyes.
The man looked at the tool kit in his hands and shrugged, “Sounds good to me…I can’t leave a pretty little thing like you stranded in the desert now can I?” he said returning the smile as he eased off his bike and moved it off to the side of the road.
“Oh I don’t need your help…I just want to see what’s under that engine cover,” she said pointing at the Ninja.
He chuckled and held out a hand, “The name’s Snake,” he said to her.
“Sam,” she replied grasping his hand a giving it a good shake.
“Well Sam…let’s get your bike fixed; the sooner we get done the sooner I can show you what’s under that cover,” he stated and moved to kneel down beside her bike.
She knelt along side him and they began to repair her Daytona’s engine, the morning sun shining down on the pair as they worked together.
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