AB/BtVS Fic: Alive at Last 15/? (Willow/Asher)
TITLE: Alive at Last
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRING: Willow/Asher
SPOILERS: Up until Micah for AB; the series for BtVS, even though I don't really remember much of it, since I haven't watched the last seasons in ages.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone. I'm just having a little fun.
NOTES: This story is AU, since it's a crossover; because of that, I've taken a few creative liberties with explaining why the BtVS vampires are different than the AB vampires, and so on.
Previous Chapters: 1-3, 4, 5, 6-7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14
PART FIFTEEN
Willow found Asher in the outer chamber of his suite. He had broken a vase; the flowers and their water were strewn around the room. She sighed and closed the door before she waved her hand, concentrated, and fixed the mess. The vase reassembled and the flowers floated back into it; the water flowed off of the rug and the wall, rather eerily, and back into the vase.
Asher turned and gasped. "Mon colibri... you... you have..." he trailed off and looked her over. "You look different. Very different."
"I had a fight with Anita. Or... more like a battle of magical wills," she explained. "I guess I embraced my power. I feel different." She paused and then smiled. "Very different. But, I think it's good. It's not scary like the first time I went all witchy."
"You look... at peace," he said softly.
"And you so don't," she murmured. She walked towards him and drew him into a hug before he could react. She reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, through his long, golden hair. He made a quiet noise and lowered his head to her shoulder. "It's going to be okay," she whispered. "For the first time in a long time... I know it's going to be okay."
"How?"
"I just do."
He chuckled a little and lifted his head to look down at her. "Just like that, as you like to say..."
"Ouais."
Willow reached up and smoothed her hand over the scarred side of his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, into her warmth.
"I said some things to Anita," she whispered. "It wasn't my place... and I'm sorry for that. She just... she... she pushed me." She sighed and slid her hand down to his chest, settling it over his heart. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.
Asher wrapped his arms around her body and rested his chin on the top of her head. "Do not apologise," he said quietly. "I should be man enough to say those things myself." He kissed the top of her head. "Do you wish for me to draw you a bath?"
"Why?"
"Why what?" he replied, asking his own question.
"Do I smell or something?"
He chuckled. "Non, you smell like cinnamon," he told her in a quiet voice. "I just know there's an hour until dawn, and I could do something... productive."
"You want to do something nice for me," she accused him, a smile on her lips.
"And if I do?"
She tilted her head up to look into his eyes. "It's pretty sweet of you," she told him.
"And if I wished to wash your hair?"
"I'd tell you I didn't do anything worth that sort of reward," she murmured.
"Ah, mon colibri, you have done many things and I have not yet rewarded you for them," he whispered.
Willow blushed. She looked away for a moment; when she returned her gaze to his, she spoke softly. "It'll have to be a bubble bath, then, because I'm not... y'know... like a shapeshifter. Comfortable with nudity and all that stuff."
Asher smiled, wide enough so she could see a tiny glimpse of both of his fangs. "I believe that can be arranged," he replied.
He gently tweaked her chin and then released her, before he disappeared into the bedroom.
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRING: Willow/Asher
SPOILERS: Up until Micah for AB; the series for BtVS, even though I don't really remember much of it, since I haven't watched the last seasons in ages.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone. I'm just having a little fun.
NOTES: This story is AU, since it's a crossover; because of that, I've taken a few creative liberties with explaining why the BtVS vampires are different than the AB vampires, and so on.
Previous Chapters: 1-3, 4, 5, 6-7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14
PART FIFTEEN
Willow found Asher in the outer chamber of his suite. He had broken a vase; the flowers and their water were strewn around the room. She sighed and closed the door before she waved her hand, concentrated, and fixed the mess. The vase reassembled and the flowers floated back into it; the water flowed off of the rug and the wall, rather eerily, and back into the vase.
Asher turned and gasped. "Mon colibri... you... you have..." he trailed off and looked her over. "You look different. Very different."
"I had a fight with Anita. Or... more like a battle of magical wills," she explained. "I guess I embraced my power. I feel different." She paused and then smiled. "Very different. But, I think it's good. It's not scary like the first time I went all witchy."
"You look... at peace," he said softly.
"And you so don't," she murmured. She walked towards him and drew him into a hug before he could react. She reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, through his long, golden hair. He made a quiet noise and lowered his head to her shoulder. "It's going to be okay," she whispered. "For the first time in a long time... I know it's going to be okay."
"How?"
"I just do."
He chuckled a little and lifted his head to look down at her. "Just like that, as you like to say..."
"Ouais."
Willow reached up and smoothed her hand over the scarred side of his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, into her warmth.
"I said some things to Anita," she whispered. "It wasn't my place... and I'm sorry for that. She just... she... she pushed me." She sighed and slid her hand down to his chest, settling it over his heart. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.
Asher wrapped his arms around her body and rested his chin on the top of her head. "Do not apologise," he said quietly. "I should be man enough to say those things myself." He kissed the top of her head. "Do you wish for me to draw you a bath?"
"Why?"
"Why what?" he replied, asking his own question.
"Do I smell or something?"
He chuckled. "Non, you smell like cinnamon," he told her in a quiet voice. "I just know there's an hour until dawn, and I could do something... productive."
"You want to do something nice for me," she accused him, a smile on her lips.
"And if I do?"
She tilted her head up to look into his eyes. "It's pretty sweet of you," she told him.
"And if I wished to wash your hair?"
"I'd tell you I didn't do anything worth that sort of reward," she murmured.
"Ah, mon colibri, you have done many things and I have not yet rewarded you for them," he whispered.
Willow blushed. She looked away for a moment; when she returned her gaze to his, she spoke softly. "It'll have to be a bubble bath, then, because I'm not... y'know... like a shapeshifter. Comfortable with nudity and all that stuff."
Asher smiled, wide enough so she could see a tiny glimpse of both of his fangs. "I believe that can be arranged," he replied.
He gently tweaked her chin and then released her, before he disappeared into the bedroom.