Title: Sexual Healing
Author: Carol (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Rating: R maybe borderline NC17
Disclaimer: Willow of BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon and associates.
Asher belongs to Laurell K. Hamilton and associates. I'm just
borrowing these characters for a while to play with. I promise to
put them back when I'm done.
Buffy spoilers: AU Late Season 7. Meaning the First has been
AB spoilers: Narcissus in Chains
Author Notes: This is in response to Jinni’s Quickie Challenge
for pairing #51. http://quickie.moonlitpaths.com/
Title inspired by the song of the same name by Marvin Gaye.
“A sea was storming inside of me. Baby, I think I’m
capsizing. The waves are rising and rising. And when I get that
feeling, I want sexual healing.”—Marvin Gaye
Willow arrived in St. Louis with all the pomp accorded to her
station. Willow was going to see the Master and especially his
second-in-command, Asher, on Angel’s behalf.
Angel was running into difficulties with the ever intrusive Vampire
Council. They greatly disapproved of Angel’s management style.
He was rather strict in how he handled what he considered
infractions by his vampire populace. He allowed for very little
misbehavior towards humans. He gained many complaints for his pains.
Willow needed to gain Asher’s good will. Asher still had many
allies on the Council in spite of his continued association with
Jean-Claude. Asher might be able to dissuade the Council from
making a visit to the city of Angels.
Willow just needed to figure out what Asher might want in exchange
for his assistance. Angel was completely at a loss. Asher was
secretive in his plans and desires. The only thing known about him
was the long-time grudge he nursed against Jean-Claude. Obviously,
that was no longer the case.
Willow pondered why this burden fell to her. Angel had chosen
Willow because out of all his acquaintances, she was the one with
the most level head and most diplomatic nature. Angel couldn’t
leave his city and even if he could. Well, Jean-Claude didn’t
want the infamous former Scourge of Europe anywhere near his
Willow had plenty of time to psyche herself up into a really nice
case of nerves on the limo ride to the Circus of the Damned. Jason,
a really nice underling in Willow’s opinion, must have sensed her
nervousness. He attempted to distract her by flirting. She gave
him a weak smile for his efforts. She could only hope that her
welcome by the Master would be as warm.
All her worrying came to naught when Jean-Claude wowed her with all
the old school charm he could muster. She couldn’t get over how
attractive all the St. Louis vampires were. Angel had explained
that Belle Morte’s line was interested in beauty. But he
cautioned her not to assume that a beautiful face hid an empty
mind. Jean-Claude and Asher were very clever and even older than
Eventually, Willow was left alone with Asher. They needed to get
down to the hard task of negotiation. No need for others to
distract them from the proceedings. Willow had enough problems
trying to stay focused. From what she could see of Asher, he was a
very attractive man.
She could only see half of his face. He had a perfect profile from
what she managed to sneak looks at. And his hair was just wow.
Long blonde hair that was almost golden and it was the reason why
she couldn’t see all of his face. He favored letting it drape
over one side.
For some reason it annoyed her a little that she couldn’t see all
his face. It showed a lack of trust on his part. At least, that
was Willow felt about the matter. And it was rather eerie how the
shadows seem to cling to him. Was that one of those Jedi mind
tricks that the older vampires like to employ? She really didn’t
have time for games but she had to be patient. She was asking a
favor and could jump through hoops if that was what it took to gain
Willow sat down at the table and he sat across from her. She gave a
weak smile. He chuckled at her fidgeting. She felt a warm soothing
sensation run down her spine as if a fingertip had done the
tracing. She frowned and gave a hard look into his eyes. She
wasn’t worried about her mind being rolled by a vampire. Being
as powerful as she was offered some protection from that nasty
He smiled slightly at her loss of composure. He seemed to be
getting enjoyment at this entire thing. It must be very boring at
times being immortal. Have to find your fun when you can. She gave
him the benefit of the doubt and returned his smile more brightly
with one of her own. She was not going to be cowed.
Willow decided to just jump right into the conversation. Time was
wasting and Angel needed this help if he could get it.
“You know why I am here,” she stated baldly.
He nodded. “Your Angelus needs my help with the Council. What
would I benefit by interfering in his squabbles with the Council?”
Willow was pleasantly surprised that he got to the point so
quickly. She quickly covered her shock and continued on.
“Well, we are unsure of what you might want or need. Would it be
a future favor? Angel is quite prepared with in reason to
He seemed to ponder this for a moment. His next question managed to
yet again knock her off balance.
“How do you manage to meet my eyes? Are you Angelus’ human
Willow realized that her mouth was probably hanging open at the
question. She fumbled for a moment and then answered.
“I’m no one’s human servant. I’m a very powerful
He smiled and Willow was sure that her blood was dropping in
temperature. “Well, you might be able to assist me with
something immediately instead of a future ambiguous favor.”
Willow wasn’t sure what he meant until he swept that hair away
from the side of his face. Willow managed to stifle a gasp at the
sight. Half of his beautiful face was scarred. It looked like
melted wax. It must have been excruciating.
“Is that caused by holy water?” she managed to finally ask.
“Oui, the Church did this to me centuries ago. Would it be
within your power to rid me of my scars?”
Willow pondered for a long moment. She got up from the table and
slowly made her way to Asher’s side. He let her lift away the
hair for a closer examination of the scars. He flinched a little
when she lightly caressed his cheek.
She stepped away and let the hair fall back down. She didn’t
want to make him too uncomfortable. She gave him a brilliant smile.
“I’ll give it my best shot. I will have to do some major
research but I won’t rest until I find a way. You have my
He stood up and kissed the back of her hand delicately. “Then we
have a deal, little one.”
Asher kept to his bargain. He quickly interceded on Angel’s
behalf and got that stupid Council off his back. Angel was relieved
and happy until he heard the rest of what Willow had to say. He was
annoyed that she would be staying indefinitely in St. Louis. He
didn’t like the fact that she would be spending so much time
alone with Asher. But there was little he could do. Willow had
promised and she was resolved that she would succeed.
Willow eventually had to rest as her visit lengthened. She was
busily consulting with every person that might know of a way to rid
a vampire of his scars. When she wasn’t on the phone or on the
computer responding to email, she could be found with her nose
buried in many a dusty thick tome. Asher appreciated her tenacity.
He would often come to her room and spend time quietly going through
the books with her. He found her presence very soothing. She was
very beautiful and her intelligence was refreshing. He could have
long conversations with her about art, history, philosophy, and
etcetera. He never grew bored with her company.
Willow enjoyed the quiet elegance that clung to Asher like a cloak.
He was a nice change from the rest of the Scoobies or the Slayers-In-
Training. She could use some quiet. She hardly ever got it in
Eventually, Willow stumbled onto an answer. Of course, it was
always in the last place you look. It would really save time if you
could think of the last place you would look and then go there right
off the bat.
Asher was of course thrilled. They quickly gathered together the
necessary ingredients and arranged for a time to attempt the
ritual. It would be a private affair. Just Willow and Asher would
attend. Asher wanted to keep it secret for a while. He wanted to
give everyone a shock. She didn’t begrudge him his right to
surprise. He probably harbored a doubt that this might work. He
didn’t want anyone to be privy to his disappointment if it really
The ritual was rather simple. Mainly it required blood, hers and
his. She gathered up the required blood into a goblet and returned
to sitting in the middle of a circle made with lit candles. Asher
sat cross legged in front of her. He patiently took in every detail
as she added the ingredients and chanted the necessary phrases. She
then offered the chalice to him. He gingerly took the chalice and
quickly downed the contents.
Willow then removed the chalice and took both of his hands in hers.
She asked him to close his eyes as she concentrated. He heard more
muttered Latin phrases and gasped at the tingling sensation that
come over half of his body. They sat quietly for the longest moment
in his very long life.
It was Willow’s excited giggle that caused him to chance to open
his eyes. Her eyes were shining with unabashed joy. She quickly
scrounged a mirror for him to look at his reflection. He was
amazed. There was the face unscarred. He hadn’t looked like
this in centuries. He was quickly overcome by his happiness.
He grabbed Willow and laid a kiss on her that curled her toes and
her hair too. She didn’t respond immediately. She hadn’t
been expecting the kiss but as the moment dragged on, she felt lost
in his embrace.
She was on fire from the caresses and tiny kisses he bestowed down
her neck. Quickly they were driven to feel the contact of naked
flesh against naked flesh. Clothing was ripped away in their frenzy
They didn’t even bother to move from the circle on the floor.
The candles flickered as Asher brought Willow up to straddle his
hips. She pushed herself down and felt the heavenly penetration.
He quickly recaptured her lips and stole her breath as he began to
thrust forcefully up into her. She matched his pace with a bruising
intensity. She knew that her knees were going to pay for this
later. But for now, she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to
stop for even a brief moment to relocate to somewhere more
Willow broke away from his mouth to cry out his name as she finally
reached that pinnacle of absolute pleasure. He thrust a few more
times before he too joined her. Willow still straddled his lap
trying to catch her breath. She had never experienced such passion
She felt his hand slowly caressing her hair. She lifted her head to
meet his gaze. Was this when he would give her the brush off
speech? The one that started with, ‘we were just caught up in
the moment.’ She didn’t want it to be. She had formed a
tentative relationship with Mr. Sexy Accent. She didn’t want to
He must have seen something in her eyes because he gave her a gentle
smile. He kissed her lips softly.
“Will you stay with me, Willow? I would like us to get to know
one another better. I wouldn’t want you to think that I
wasn’t entirely a gentleman in how I would treat a lady.”
Willow smiled. “A lady? Me?”
He nodded. “You are most definitely a lady, Willow.”
Another kiss exchanged and then the timeless dance begins anew only
this time in a nice comfy bed.