Wicked (MaskedMexican)

Chapter 15 - Marriage

~Gassy's POV~

"Should you really be calling this early?" Ohm suddenly asks, sitting on the floor next to me, cross legged as he has a lot of filed sprawled out around him. It's amusing the way he set up his work this time, claiming the desk isn't enough room to hold all of the filed so he set himself up on the floor and spread out all of the files to view them all. Sometimes I wonder how he can be so cute, preparing himself out like this with such a drive to be doing everything perfect and worries about being able to see everything fully. Somehow feeling him sitting down on the floor right next to me makes me feel better even when he's set up directly across the desk with his work sitting on my desk. I suppose knowing I can just glance over to the side and see the man is a nice feeling to know he's always here if I want to look at him.

"Early? It's already 6," I comment, glancing to the watch and realizing this is Nanners we're talking about, he'll probably sleep in as much as he could on vacation. "I... I guess I can wait. He hasn't texted me or anything so I was a bit worried, especially since he's with Chilled," I explain and Ohm nods slowly, his eyes wandering off as if thinking about something else before looking back to me and smiling gently.

"He'll be fine. Even if Chilled is a traitor I doubt he'll hurt him. I wouldn't work up the nerve to hurt you, I know that for sure," he comments with the most confident expression and just the way he says it as if it's a fact I should know, I smile warmly but frown at him.

"You better not become a traitor. I'll lock you up in the jail cell to keep you from bad influences," I announce and Ohm just giggles and looks back down to his work.

"You already have me locked up with an invisible chain. Come to think of it, when am I getting the ring?" Ohm complains, holding up his hand, staring at the finger. For a moment I'm tempted to rip that blindfold off of his face to know what expression he's holding as he stares at his hand, but instead I smile warmly and like to imagine the blissful expression I'd be holding. Ohm glances over at me probably wondering why I'm being so quiet but when he sees me he quickly looks away again, his face burning red. I sigh, for once feeling completely fulfilled and turn back to the files scattered across the desk and find Ohm's picture on a file.

"I'll get you one the next time I have a break," I announce and Ohm grunts making me glance over towards him and finding him frowning at the files.

"So, in other words, I'm never getting one," Ohm complains and I smile, rolling my eyes at the man whose always so pessimistic.

"In other words, you need to be patient before recieving the most important object of your life," I mutter and he immediately tenses up, becoming red. Seeing this I smile before turning to the desk and pick up the three files on top, the top three suspects. "By the way, did you see this? You made it to the top three. You better not become a traitor," I complain and Ohm just chuckles and glances over at me, looking to the three files I hold up.

"Don't worry, I'm not," he says, holding his feet together and looking directly towards me with an honest expression. I place down his file and glance over the notes at the bottom of Minx's file. So she's met a couple of creatures huh? "Is Nanners coming back today?" Ohm suddenly asks, looking around the many files. I glance at him and watch him carefully as he observes the several files and sigh when I realize I'm feeling jealous. Nanners is a done deal with Chilled, I have to quit worrying about him trying to take away any cute guy.

"Yeah, late though. Knowing him he'll spend as much time with Chilled as he can today," I explain and Ohm nods slowly, biting his thumb as he looks around before suddenly bunching up all of the files and messily ordering them into a pile. I watch him, amused after he had just spent time ordering them in a specific order only to completely destroy the ordered method he had used to put them all out. He holds all of the filed with both of his arms and looks to me with a sort of shining look in his eyes.