AB/BtVS Fic: Alive at Last 16/? (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, 15
PART SIXTEEN
"Do you plan on staying here all night to distract me?" Asher asked, trying to sound menacing. He knew, however, that he barely sounded anything but amused. "Or are you eventually going out?"
Willow grinned, her tongue's tip poking out from between her teeth. "I'm distracting you?"
"Mon colibri," he replied, returning his gaze to the paperwork in front of him, "you have been distracting me since I found you outside of this club."
She laughed softly. He didn't see what she did---he only caught a glimpse of movement above the desk---but then his pen slipped out of his hand and flew across the room into her hand.
"Willow."
She smiled and ducked her head. "Sorry."
"You are not apologetic in your tone of voice," he scolded. "And give me that back."
"If you want it, you'll have to take it from me," she said, her voice almost purring a little. She held the pen up and waved it around. "Because, I'm just gonna keep distracting you."
Asher smirked. "I've realised that," he replied, pushing his chair back from his mahogany desk. He stood up and slowly walked towards her, as if he were stalking prey. Willow's eyes widened but her smile didn't fade from her face. Asher took a few more steps and then he pinned her to the wall, by leaning in and putting his hands on either side of her and against the pale blue surface. "Why do you seem so compelled to keep me from doing my work?"
"You promised you'd take me dancing!" Willow reminded him.
"Danse Macabre is open for most of the night," Asher said in response. "You did not have to come to Guilty Pleasures with me."
She grinned. "I like watching you work."
"You're not watching me work much," he pointed out. "Give me the pen, mon colibri."
"No."
He growled---and was rather impressed to see her laugh instead of cower or whimper. She laughed and nudged him with one hand while her other hand hid the pen behind her back.
"You are testing me," he warned.
She grinned again. "I know."
"You get a little power... and suddenly you're... suffisante."
Willow laughed. "I know that one," she murmured between bouts of laughter. "You think I think I'm as smug as the Cat in the Hat, huh?"
"Do not start rhyming," he warned.
"I will not rhyme in this room," Willow purred, leaning in towards him a little bit, "because I do not want to make you fume."
"Willow..."
She arched an eyebrow. "Don't you like the way I speak? Or do you want to comment upon my technique?"
"Give me my pen... and please, stop rhyming!"
Willow smirked. "I---"
Asher reached out and put one of his hands over her mouth. "Please cease rhyming."
He felt her tongue swipe a long, wet line over the palm of his hand. "Willow!" he exclaimed, almost yelping---something he hadn't done in decades. He pulled his hand back and looked down at it before he looked at her. He wanted to tell her that her behavior was childish or disgusting, but all he could do is laugh.
He laughed as hard as he could for as long as he could. He leaned against the wall, next to Willow, and he laughed. She watched him, her eyes wide with surprise; he knew she was surprised but he didn't mind so much.
"You are... you..."
"I am," Willow replied. "Me, I mean."
Asher started to laugh again. "I hadn't finished my sentence," he said quietly.
Someone knocked at the door. He hesitated, his laughter fading, and he could sense it was Jean-Claude and Anita. He frowned and headed to the door, to open it; Willow, however, prevented him from moving too far away.
"You take my pen and now you prevent me from answering the door to my office?" he asked teasingly.
"Yeah."
"Why is that?" he inquired. "And how will you prevent me from letting them in? Will you lick me into submission?"
"I think it would take a lot more than licking to get you to submit to anyone," Willow reasoned. Asher watched as she processed what she had said; her face turned bright red, as if all of the blood in her body traveled upwards, into her face. He laughed again. She squeaked. "I didn't quite mean it like that... I mean... well... oh boy."
Asher shook his head and walked to the door. He was still laughing when he opened the door. He didn't think he had ever seen Anita look so shocked. She stared up at him with wide dark eyes, her mouth painted in red and forming an 'O' shape.
"Bonsoir," he said as his laughter faded away. "Come in, both of you."
He took Anita's hand and kissed it, before gesturing for her to step inside. He and Jean-Claude did not kiss hands; instead, they kissed both of each other's cheeks.
"Ça me rend joyeux, mon chardonneret," Jean-Claude said quietly. "Et, pour ta félicité, je paierais une somme fabuleuse."
Ça me rend joyeux, mon chardonneret = That makes me happy, [Asher] // Et, pour ta félicité, je paierais une somme fabuleuse = And, for your happiness, I would pay a king's ransom.
He smiled at the darker vampire, but his smile faded as he turned his head to see Anita staring at Willow. He cleared his throat. "If you came to pick a fight... you should leave," he said to the federal marshall. "I am having a good night."
"Why? Because you're with her?"
"In part, yes," Asher replied.
Anita frowned. "You'd really leave me for her?"
"You cannot leave someone who's rarely there," Asher muttered.
"You believe that?" Anita asked. "You think I'm never there for you?"
The blond vampire sighed and shrugged. The last thing he wanted was to discuss his feelings and his relationships. He had been having a good night and it was supposed to continue being a good night---wake up with Willow, feed from one of the werewolves, go to work until two, go to Danse Macabre until last call. Having a fight with Jean-Claude's human servant was not something he wanted to do.
"Mon corbeau, I am going to finish the paperwork tomorrow night, if that is alright."
Jean-Claude nodded. "Of course," he agreed. "The limo is out front, if you wish to---"
"We're gonna fly," Willow interrupted quietly. She smiled at Asher. "It makes you feel better," she pointed out. She turned back to the Master of the City. "Thank you, though."
"I can speak for myself, mon colibri," Asher reminded her.
She smiled more. "I know, but I felt like taking charge."
"You and I will have to have a stern discussion about dominance and submission, because this current arrangement---"
He stopped talking when she tossed him the pen. He smiled past Anita, to Willow and then put the pen in his suit jacket's pocket. "Finally."
"I have impeccable timing," she murmured as she grabbed her coat and purse. "See you out front. If you're not there in five minutes---"
"You'll come back and lick me?" Asher challenged.
Willow snorted and laughed. "If you want me to," she replied before she disappeared from sight, closing the door behind her.
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, 15
PART SIXTEEN
"Do you plan on staying here all night to distract me?" Asher asked, trying to sound menacing. He knew, however, that he barely sounded anything but amused. "Or are you eventually going out?"
Willow grinned, her tongue's tip poking out from between her teeth. "I'm distracting you?"
"Mon colibri," he replied, returning his gaze to the paperwork in front of him, "you have been distracting me since I found you outside of this club."
She laughed softly. He didn't see what she did---he only caught a glimpse of movement above the desk---but then his pen slipped out of his hand and flew across the room into her hand.
"Willow."
She smiled and ducked her head. "Sorry."
"You are not apologetic in your tone of voice," he scolded. "And give me that back."
"If you want it, you'll have to take it from me," she said, her voice almost purring a little. She held the pen up and waved it around. "Because, I'm just gonna keep distracting you."
Asher smirked. "I've realised that," he replied, pushing his chair back from his mahogany desk. He stood up and slowly walked towards her, as if he were stalking prey. Willow's eyes widened but her smile didn't fade from her face. Asher took a few more steps and then he pinned her to the wall, by leaning in and putting his hands on either side of her and against the pale blue surface. "Why do you seem so compelled to keep me from doing my work?"
"You promised you'd take me dancing!" Willow reminded him.
"Danse Macabre is open for most of the night," Asher said in response. "You did not have to come to Guilty Pleasures with me."
She grinned. "I like watching you work."
"You're not watching me work much," he pointed out. "Give me the pen, mon colibri."
"No."
He growled---and was rather impressed to see her laugh instead of cower or whimper. She laughed and nudged him with one hand while her other hand hid the pen behind her back.
"You are testing me," he warned.
She grinned again. "I know."
"You get a little power... and suddenly you're... suffisante."
Willow laughed. "I know that one," she murmured between bouts of laughter. "You think I think I'm as smug as the Cat in the Hat, huh?"
"Do not start rhyming," he warned.
"I will not rhyme in this room," Willow purred, leaning in towards him a little bit, "because I do not want to make you fume."
"Willow..."
She arched an eyebrow. "Don't you like the way I speak? Or do you want to comment upon my technique?"
"Give me my pen... and please, stop rhyming!"
Willow smirked. "I---"
Asher reached out and put one of his hands over her mouth. "Please cease rhyming."
He felt her tongue swipe a long, wet line over the palm of his hand. "Willow!" he exclaimed, almost yelping---something he hadn't done in decades. He pulled his hand back and looked down at it before he looked at her. He wanted to tell her that her behavior was childish or disgusting, but all he could do is laugh.
He laughed as hard as he could for as long as he could. He leaned against the wall, next to Willow, and he laughed. She watched him, her eyes wide with surprise; he knew she was surprised but he didn't mind so much.
"You are... you..."
"I am," Willow replied. "Me, I mean."
Asher started to laugh again. "I hadn't finished my sentence," he said quietly.
Someone knocked at the door. He hesitated, his laughter fading, and he could sense it was Jean-Claude and Anita. He frowned and headed to the door, to open it; Willow, however, prevented him from moving too far away.
"You take my pen and now you prevent me from answering the door to my office?" he asked teasingly.
"Yeah."
"Why is that?" he inquired. "And how will you prevent me from letting them in? Will you lick me into submission?"
"I think it would take a lot more than licking to get you to submit to anyone," Willow reasoned. Asher watched as she processed what she had said; her face turned bright red, as if all of the blood in her body traveled upwards, into her face. He laughed again. She squeaked. "I didn't quite mean it like that... I mean... well... oh boy."
Asher shook his head and walked to the door. He was still laughing when he opened the door. He didn't think he had ever seen Anita look so shocked. She stared up at him with wide dark eyes, her mouth painted in red and forming an 'O' shape.
"Bonsoir," he said as his laughter faded away. "Come in, both of you."
He took Anita's hand and kissed it, before gesturing for her to step inside. He and Jean-Claude did not kiss hands; instead, they kissed both of each other's cheeks.
"Ça me rend joyeux, mon chardonneret," Jean-Claude said quietly. "Et, pour ta félicité, je paierais une somme fabuleuse."
Ça me rend joyeux, mon chardonneret = That makes me happy, [Asher] // Et, pour ta félicité, je paierais une somme fabuleuse = And, for your happiness, I would pay a king's ransom.
He smiled at the darker vampire, but his smile faded as he turned his head to see Anita staring at Willow. He cleared his throat. "If you came to pick a fight... you should leave," he said to the federal marshall. "I am having a good night."
"Why? Because you're with her?"
"In part, yes," Asher replied.
Anita frowned. "You'd really leave me for her?"
"You cannot leave someone who's rarely there," Asher muttered.
"You believe that?" Anita asked. "You think I'm never there for you?"
The blond vampire sighed and shrugged. The last thing he wanted was to discuss his feelings and his relationships. He had been having a good night and it was supposed to continue being a good night---wake up with Willow, feed from one of the werewolves, go to work until two, go to Danse Macabre until last call. Having a fight with Jean-Claude's human servant was not something he wanted to do.
"Mon corbeau, I am going to finish the paperwork tomorrow night, if that is alright."
Jean-Claude nodded. "Of course," he agreed. "The limo is out front, if you wish to---"
"We're gonna fly," Willow interrupted quietly. She smiled at Asher. "It makes you feel better," she pointed out. She turned back to the Master of the City. "Thank you, though."
"I can speak for myself, mon colibri," Asher reminded her.
She smiled more. "I know, but I felt like taking charge."
"You and I will have to have a stern discussion about dominance and submission, because this current arrangement---"
He stopped talking when she tossed him the pen. He smiled past Anita, to Willow and then put the pen in his suit jacket's pocket. "Finally."
"I have impeccable timing," she murmured as she grabbed her coat and purse. "See you out front. If you're not there in five minutes---"
"You'll come back and lick me?" Asher challenged.
Willow snorted and laughed. "If you want me to," she replied before she disappeared from sight, closing the door behind her.