Snowed In

[madimpossibledreamer]

wanted more fluff and the core was already written so :)

Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry/Resident Evil/Background NCIS Crossover (Hold My Heart)
Chapter Summary: Leon makes Xander an offer.
Word Count: 720
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Leon/Xander

         “This sucks.” Xander’s voice is so despondent as he stares out the window that it actually finally makes up Leon’s mind. He hadn’t been sure if Xander was ready for anything and didn’t want to push. A blizzard isn’t really as much of an obstacle when you fight demons for a living, and Xander had mentioned several can cause a blizzard, so...well, he hadn’t wanted to assume. But he’s still learning. Just ‘cause Redgrave can’t feel the cold doesn’t mean that a motorcycle ride getting him all wet wouldn’t make him miserable and cranky, and just because he’s treated the leather doesn’t mean that trying to dry it out wouldn’t be a pain. Maybe, if it had been the soft, slow fluff from earlier, no problem, but with the wind howling and that look on Xander’s face—Leon wants to try to keep him from looking like that. If he can.
         “You could always stay,” he suggests casually, heart pounding in his throat. He’s not sure if the stare turning blankly in his direction is an improvement or not. “I swear this isn’t some creepy ‘It’s Cold Outside’ come-on. I will be a perfect gentleman.” He pauses and then adds, waggling his eyebrows goofily, “...Unless you ask nicely, I guess.”
         It’s not like they haven’t had the occasional accidental sleepover before, mostly after a movie marathon, because neither of them were sleeping too well without someone to watch their back and cheesy horror playing in the background, but that was just… Not unintentional, but not with this kind of intention, either. It’s different now.
         “As long as I’m not in the way.” Xander’s hesitant, but from the sound of it it’s just his own personal demons again. Still unlearning the lessons of a lifetime being unwanted.
         “Never.” The admission of truth is enough to make Xander’s shoulders relax a little, and he pulls the leather jacket off again with a sigh of relief, laying it carefully over the back of the couch. “I’ve got a spare toothbrush and pajamas, if you want.” He’s not going to mention that he’d bought them just in case, just for his sweetheart, partly because, well, he’s pretty sure he doesn’t have to. Xander’s a bright Council agent.
         “Do you want me, um, out here, or…?” Which, if it’s for Xander’s own comfort, no sweat, but.
         He almost doesn’t reply, and yeah there’s the ‘still a police officer’ version of himself embarrassed by even talking about this, but he’s trying to be more honest about all of this. Xander deserves it. “Babe, I want you wherever you’re cool with it. Honestly, it, uh. It’s not exactly a problem, and sleeping together doesn’t have to be sexual. I’ve kinda been having teenage romantic daydreams about this.”
         Xander blushes deeply, but meets his gaze knowingly. “Multiple. You romantic.” That’s not a no, but that’s not a yes.
         “It’s not like I expect you to move in or anything like that. Among other things, it’d be really inconvenient for both of us.” It’s not like they need to save the money, and it’s nice to have a bolt-hole if either of them get overwhelmed, don’t want to disturb, or need it for a mission. It’s not even like Xander even has to live here to wake up in the morning to bacon and eggs, assuming Leon manages to wake up first. “But when you’re here, I…I really want you to know that there’s a place here for you where you belong. Always.”
         “Smooth talker.” But Xander’s grinning, so it can’t be that bad. Also moving a little closer, which—that grin up close is really distracting.
         Which is part of why he just ends up saying the first thing that comes to mind. “I’d hope so, after all the effort I put into it.”
         “…And that went a little creepy.” Xander’s making no move to leave, though, so it can’t have been that bad.
         Leon ducks his head a little, sheepishly. “Sorry, it sounded better in my head.”
         “I know that feeling. We’re on a first name basis.” Xander gets close enough to pull off a quick hug and kiss to Leon’s cheek. “So, Leon, where are these fabled pajamas you totally didn’t buy for me?” He follows, curious but not crowding, as Leon goes to retrieve them.