Flames and ash (NicoXLeo)

Flames and Ashes (Leico XD)
Nico’s POV
Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my freaking gods! Biting down on my fist sharply I paced around my room not even noticing as I knocked things from the shelves and squished unsuspecting things on the ground. My mind was going at two hundred and a billion miles per hour and I couldn’t get my face to lose the bright red spots my cheeks had.
Stopping in front of my mirror I looked at my reflection and snapped. “Nico di Angelo, you are the ghost king! You control the dead, stop blushing!” I looked into my angry red faced reflection and almost gasped as my lips turned up into a grin and I laughed stepping back. No way, I was giggling now? WTF?! I…do…not…giggle-EVER. What kind of curse was I under? What sicko had put this spell on me? This spell that made my heart feel like it was in my throat, my palms sweaty and my mouth turned up in a Cheshire cat’s grin. Rubbing my temples I went over to my bed slowly and sat down with a confused groan. I was sick, I had to be. I was ill with some kind of rare disease that made me feel like I had been sucked into a cheesy romance movie. I was sick.
“Love sick” A little voice at the back of my head sang and I snapped angrily. “Shut up! I am not lovesick!”
I froze my mouth falling open in horror as there was a small knock on my door and a hesitant voice asked. “Nico?...Is there someone in there with you?” Oh crap, oh crap! It’s him, it’s him! I looked wildly around my ravished room and then got up and ran to the mirror. My boot caught on a book of monster species and I crashed to the ground, sprawling onto my face with a howl of pain. “Nico?!” Leo asked in alarm and I saw the doorknob start to turn.
“One minute!” I croaked my voice cracking. The doorknob went still and I sighed in relief and sank onto the floor whimpering as I touched my sore face. I couldn’t go out and face him like this, with my face bruised and sweaty and my hair a mess and my permanent blush refusing to go away!  Wasn’t I supposed to have something the first time Leo came into my room? Candles, champagne, a brain that wasn’t freaking out and screaming “Holy crap! It’s Leo!!!”
Hitting myself sharply on the top of the head I tried to shut my brain up and pulled myself up shakily looking down at my quavering pale hands. Leo found it funny how I still acted this way around him, I didn’t. Each time he smirked when I blushed, or laughed softly when I became tongue tied. I didn’t want to be like this around him forever. I wanted to be the brave one. I wanted to be able to get up, stride over to the door and fling it open, then grab Leo by the shirt and…
“Nico?” A hand fell on my shoulder and I shrieked bloody murder making Leo jump back in shock his eyes widening.
Gasping in surprise I turned around and looked at Leo in awe wondering why on earth he was so attractive. It was a mystery that was sure. His hand on his heart he looked down at me, still sitting on the floor with my face red and my lips quavering and he said in an amused voice.  “It’s so wild. You’re this big, tough guy on campus. But when we’re alone…” Getting down onto his knees he crawled over to me and stopped his nose inches from mine making me catch my breath. “You look so adorable.” He teased. “All flustered and scared.”
Getting some of  my moxy back I snapped. “I’m not scared, Valdez.”
“Oh?” Leo raised an eyebrow and leaned forward one of his hands stopping to settle on my belt buckle making me bite my lip seconds before Leo kissed them. “Why not?” He tasted like cinnamon and it was a few minutes before I realized he had asked me a question and pushing away very slowly I asked confused.
“What do you mean?”
Sniggering Leo wiped his mouth on the back of his arm and leaned closer still, causing his hand to slip a little lower making me freeze. “You look pretty scared to me.” He taunted stopping to kiss the end of my nose. “I wouldn’t blame you though.”
“Why not?” I demanded indignantly.
Leo chuckled under his breathe nuzzling my ear fondly his other hand going to join the first one while I sat straight as a poker trying to force my eyes not to close. “Some of the things I’m thinking right now…you probably should be scared of me.”
“I’m not scared of you.” I insisted trying to decide why I was so persistent about this.
Leo laughed again, a warm rich sound that filled me up like drink and his fingers danced over the zipper on my jeans making me look down in alarm before he snorted and pulled his hands away. I looked at him confused and to my horror I felt my shoulders slump. Was I pouting? Leo noticed and cackled n obvious delight. “What? Are you disappointed?”
“Of course not.” I said quickly looking away. I was stopped short though when Leo grabbed my ear and pulled me back to face him, and leaning forward he eased my mouth open with his and one of his arms wrapped around my back pressing me closer to him and his other hand went back to my zipper while he whispered.
“Don’t worry Nico, I won’t disappoint you.”