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Healing Wounds	By : Sylver Category: Anita Blake > Crossovers > AB/BtVS Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Asher set Jean-Claude’s nose quickly so it would not heal crooked and ruin his perfect profile. The entire time the dark-haired vampire was swearing softly in French. As soon as it was done, he congratulated Asher once again on his newly recovered state andmisemised Willow he would find some way to repay the gratitue fee felt toward her. Then he left to find Anita and straighten her out.

Once Jean-Claude had gone, Asher came back to the bed, moving somewhat awkwardly, obviously still uncomfortable with his nudity. In time this would probably change, but some emotional scarring would likely always be there. Willow didn’t seem to notice though. She just sat on the bed, knees tucked against her chest, wrapped in covers, her trembling bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“It will be all right, ma cherie. Jean-Claude will explain to Anita. He will make her understand,” he said soothingly as he climbed onto the bed and pulled her against him.

“And what about Spike? Will he make him understand too?” she asked, tears rolling down her face for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

Asher smoothed his hand over her hair trying to comfort her. “Do you love him?” he asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.

“I…I don’t know,” came her soft reply.

“It seems to me that if you loved this man, that you would not be here with me. And why should you love him after the way he has treated you?”

“It’s complicated between us. You wouldn’t understand.”

“What is there to understand?” he asked, slowly pushing the blanket back from one of her pale shoulders and planting a soft kiss on the exposed flesh. “When a man loves a woman he should treasure her like a priceless gift.” He uncovered her other shoulder to give it equal treatment before continuing. “He does not yell at her, or cast her aside.” Nuzzling her neck, he pushed the blanket down further to gently fondle one breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger. He was rewarded with a gasp that traveled straight to his groin.

Pulling back, he looked her in the eyes. Her lids were partially lowered and she was panting slightly with desire. “A man does not besmirch the honor of the woman he loves, he defends it.”

Willow looked away then, pain washing over her again. Spike had every reason to hate her after the things she had done to him, but the way he had spoken to her still stung. She had expected his rage, violence even, but his cold cruelty was more than she had been able to take.

“Let me ease the pain in your heart, petite sorciere, the way you have eased the pain in mine. Such a man does not deserve you. I will show you love like you have only ever dreamed of,” he pleaded softly, leaning his forehead against hers.

Willow leaned into him, tilting her head and capturing his lips. She was so alone, so heartbroken, and here was a man who knew more than anyone else what that was like. She wanted the comfort he could give her. Right or wrong, she craved it.

Asher was thrilled she had chosen to stay, but he didn’t want to scare her off. He would take this very slowly. He would show her how a woman such as she should be treated. He would worship her like the goddess she was.

Gently laying her back on the bed, he moved the covers away from her body so he could really look at her. She was breathtaking. Her skin, a pale alabaster, practically glowed with smooth perfection. Her breasts were pert with rosy pink tips that were slightly puckered with her arousal. He trailed his gaze lower to the cinnamon curls nestled at the juncture of her thighs and knew he needed to taste her, all of her. But first, he would start with a kiss.

When Asher’s gaze returned to her face, there was such hunger there that Willow couldn’t help but blush. She felt the heat spread from her cheeks to the rest of her body. She was tired of waiting for him to touch her. She reached out for his hand, leading it back to her breast, and sighed as he gently fondled her.

Asher gave her a small smile. She was a little bit of a vixen after all. He had assumed that their earlier encounter had simply been the result of her magic, but seeing her now, glorious and stretched out before him, her cheeks flushed as she took the initiative, lightly stroking his shors ars and trying to pull him to her, it was more than he had ever hoped for.

He allowed himself to be brought closer, brushing his lips against hers as he lowered his body onto her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and Asher groaned with pleasure as he felt his erection pressing against her core.

Their kiss deepened, teeth lightly nipping, tongues exploring. Soon though, he pulled away. Willow growled in frustration, and he chuckled. The sound moved through her like a hand caressing her most intimate places and she arched her back, grinding her hips against his.

Using all the control he could muster, Asher forced himself to go slowly. Again he kissed her neck and shoulders, tracing the smooth curves lightly with his tongue. He worked his way down to her breasts, sucking one flower shaped nipple into his mouth. Willow hissed and again ground herself against him. He was going to go out of his mind, but it was worth it to give her what she most needed. After giving equal attention to her other breast, he continued down to the smooth plane of her stomach. When he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton he was delighted to hear her giggle in response.

“That tickles!” she squealed, writhing beneath him.

Glancing up, he gave her a wicked grin before moving on to lower places. He trailed kisses down one leg and then the other. However, whenever he would near the place where she needed his touches the most, he would continue on without stopping until she let out a growl of frustration and shot him a look that clearly said ‘Get on with it!’ He chuckled again, knowing full well the effect his vampire laugh could have on a woman. Like many of Belle Morte’s line he was gifted with certain powers that were guaranteed to drive a person half mad with desire, and his bite, well his bite brought orgasmic bliss beyond any other. But that would be cheating.

He knew she wanted the teasing to end, but he wasn’t finished yet. After spending his early centuries perfecting his powers of seduction he had been cast out of the beds of all those he had been a lover to. He was forced to settle for only the occasional pleasure of a twisted soul who found his disfigurement enticing. Now that his beauty had been restored he was going to repay the redheaded siren for her gift in full.

Nudging her legs apart, he gazed at her pink flower with reverence. Oh yes, he would give her pleasure unlike any she had ever had before. Her heady scent was overwhelming, making his painfully hard erection throb with need. Not yet, he told himself. First Willow.

With one finger he separated her slick folds, and lowered his head to taste her. Willow gave a low moan and her hips jerked up with his contact. Oh how he loved giving this girl pleasure! If he played his cards right, maybe he would have the privilege of making love to her for eternity.

Circling her hard nub with his tongue, he sucked it into his mouth as he pistoned two fingers in and out of her hot center. However, every time she was just at the edge of oblivion, he would pull back slightly, never letting her find her release.

By the fourth time Asher had driven her to the brink, Willow was ready to cry with frustration. “Asher…” she tried to plead with him, but her mind was so dazed from lust that she could no longer think clearly enough to form words. “…ungh…Asher,” she managed to say again, but still nothing more would come out.

It was time, past time actually. Moving slowly up her body like a predator, he kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. Then he thrust his full length into her.

Willow cried out as the contact gave her the release she had so desperately needed. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm as Asher waited for the throes of her first passion to pass. Then, when she was just beginning to return to earth, he began his slow rhythm.

The feeling of him moving inside her was amazing. Asher propped himself up on his arms, giving her a clear view of where their bodies were coming together. It was beyond erotic watching him disappear inside of her. As much as she enjoyed the view however, she craved his flesh against hers. Pulling him down to lie on top of her, she kissed him fiercely.

Asher felt his control slipping away before he was ready. The power this tiny creature had over him was amazing. He wanted to wrap himself around her and never let go. Increasing the speed and force of his thrusts, he longed to bury his fangs in her throat and taste the spicy magic of her blood, but he resisted the urge. With his bite came great pleasure, but also it was a burden. He had witnessed men and women of centuries past give up everything they had and waste away before him craving just one more bite from him. He would not plague Willow with such desires. He wanted her to want him of her own freewill.

With this thought in mind, he turned away from her throat and kissed her again. He knew she had been brought to the edge again as she dug her fingernails into his back, leaving bloody trails in their wake. She screamed as her second orgasm rocked her body milking his own release from him as he came with a howl, his hips jerking spasmodically against her.

Collapsing on top of her, it was several minutes before either of them could move. They just lay together, clutching at each other as the little after quakes of their passion shivered through them.

After everything that had happened, Willow was exhausted, but she not not want to sleep. This was the first true comfort she had experienced in a long time, and she wanted to treasure every moment of it.

Asher rose up slightly and kissed her gently. He was afraid he was too heavy for her, but when he tried to move off of her, she wrapped her arms and legs around him holding him in place. Happy and perfectly content, he buried his face in her hair, breathing deep the scent of her and whispering French sweet nothings in her ear.

The last time he had felt such peace, such contentment, had been in the arms of Juliana and even then it had never been like this, like finally putting an end to an unquenchable thirst. As a boy he had found similar peace after confession. He would feel God’s power washing away his sins and he would feel free to wip wip with a clear conscience. God had long since rejected him, but after centuries of lurking in the dark, once again he had found the pure joy of worship.

To be continued…
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