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Summary: Dream a little dream of me. . .

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Anita Blake > Willow-Centered > Pairing: Asher(Site Founder)JinniFR151935032,7067 Jul 037 Jul 03Yes
Title: Dream a Little Dream
Author: Jinni (
Rated: R
Pairing: W/Asher
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things AB belong to Laurell K Hamilton, et al.
Distribution: TQC, WLF, WLS, NHA. Any other archives I personally give permission to.
Author's Note: TQC response:


Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me


He had been gone for too long, in her honest opinion. Too many nights had she lain alone. Too many meals had she eaten in silent misery.

Too long.

Willow sighed, pushing away from the window. The sun would be coming up soon and it was time for her to sleep. This odd schedule that she had gotten on upon first making the dedication to be with him ruled over her. She pulled the cords holding back the thick curtains, making sure that they were shut tight against the coming light out of habit alone. There was no reason for her to do so. Not today. Not when he was still out there, playing the part of visiting emissary to another city that Jean-Claude wanted an alliance with.

Why, oh why, though, did it have to be Asher to go?

The sheets were cool as she slipped between them, the heavy weight of sleep pressing down upon her as she laid her head on the pillow.


"Wake, cherie."

"Don't wanna."

"Non? You do not wish to spend time with me tonight?"

Willow's eyes flew open, the teasing words lingering in her ears. She stared into the blue eyes of her lover, smiling just so. This was a dream, she knew it. But it was a special dream. A dream unlike the ones she had been privy to prior to becoming the human servant of the vampire sititng in front of her. This one was a real communication between the two of them, a sharing of dreams during that space when he was dead to the world and she slept.

"I miss you." She murmured, leaning in to touch her cheek to his. The scars rubbed at her soft skin, a familiar sensation amidst the soft gauze that hung over the dream.

"And I you, Willow." He smiled down at her, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair. "This is necessary, though. To secure our power base even further."

"I know, I know," she waved him off, sighing sadly. "It doesn't mean I have to like it."

"I know," Asher smiled gently. "All I can do is promise that it will be over soon."

"Yeah, yeah." Another sigh. "But how soon? Tonight? Tomorrow night? Next week?"

She laid back so that her back was against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder so that she could look up into his face.

"I miss you." She repeated again, simply.

This time he didn't answer with words, only a kiss. It was soft, and lacked the passion that they normally shared, though it was filled with deeper feelings and emotions. It was a touch, a gesture, of love pure and simple.

She was the first he had given his heart to since Julianna's death, though Anita had come close. And, as such, she knew what it cost him each and every time he showed his love for her. It was scary, terrifying if that word could be used to describe anything a master vampire felt, that he cared enough for someone to show that type of feeling.

Especially when that person could be taken away so easily.

Thus the reason she was stuck in St. Louis, at the Circus, while he traipsed across the country.

"Jean-Claude is keeping you occupied?" Asher murmured as they broke apart.

"Pft!" She snorted. "He doesn't know how to handle me and you know it. I think I drove him crazy on the first day. I've been in my rooms ever since."

"For a full week."


Asher sighed. "You will be the end of me, cherie."

She smiled cheekily. "But it'll be one hell of an ending, non?" She teased back with his own native French affirmation.

"Oui." He grinned, flashing fang as his mouth once again descended upon hers.


Sleep slowly lifted, leaving Willow blinking sleepily at the silken canopy of her bed. She sighed, wishing that the dream had not ended, that she could have spent from that moment until the time that Asher came back jsut dreaming sweet dreams of the one she missed the most.

She rolled over, stretching out into the spot where Asher usually lay. The clock on the nighstand read a little past six in glowing red numbers. She had slept for just about twelver hours, a good portion of that being the dream.

"I was beginning to think you would sleep the night away, cherie."

A startled gasp broke from her throat before she could stop it, and she tumbled from the bed ungracefully, her human eyes not sharp enough in the near-complete darkness to make out fully the form that was, apparently, lounging across the room.



She jumped up from the floor, banging her hip into the nightstand in the process. A cry of pain escaped her lips and she stumbled.

Only to be caught by stable, strong arms.

"Miss me?"

She laughed, joyously, through the pain. "You know I did. How -- I mean. . . were they moving you while we were sharing the dream? You took Jean-Claude's private plane, didn't you?"

He smiled. "Talk later. For now. . ."

Willow grinned evily, remembering her own words in the dream. "Now I make an 'end' of you?"

Another flash of teeth in the darkness.


~*~The End~*~

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