Wicked (MaskedMexican)

Chapter 28 - A New Kind of Mission

~Ohm's POV~

"So basically this is the first spy-like mission we're even considering so I've been wanting to get everything together and every component researched," Gassy explains as he types away furiously at his keyboard while I just groan an approval and shut my eyes closed.

"I know you're excited and all but do you really have to work this early in bed?" I complain, digging my face even deeper into the crack between the pillow and the back of Gassy's side. The small movements as he breathes in and out are only even more relaxing only making me want to go back asleep so much more. I feel him slightly move as if he's chuckling at my reaction causing me to just look at his body next to mine with half closed eyelids. Jesus I'm tired, I'm usually never this tired but I'm just so comfortable right now I don't feel like getting up.

"We both used to get up at this time anyways. It's just easier now that we live together," Gassy says and I just glance behind him towards the clock and notice it's actually the time I used to wake up. I just plop my head back onto the pillow without another word and my body screaming to me that it wants to fall asleep again. "Come on, doesn't this sound cool though?" Gassy asks, typing away on his laptop seeming more excited about this than any other project we've had in the past. I sigh into the pillow and hold up my head with my chin, staring at the blank wall in front of me.

"I guess. Who's the lucky number one to do this?" I ask curiously and this is when Gassy suddenly moves and looks around on his laptop.

"You, actually. You and Sark," he explains and I immediately lift myself up but surprisingly he pushes me back, his hand covering my eyes and forcing me down.

"Stay down, your blindfold came off while you were sleeping," Gassy explains and I just hold my hands at my eyes barely realizing the cloth's disappearance. I snuggle my face into his side causing him to twitch but he quickly relaxes afterwards, sadly enough for me as I had been antitipating his embarrassment.

"Why me? I'm the worst liar," I complain and Gassy just stays silent for a while before sighing and shutting down the laptop, shiftinf slightly causing me to fall onto the pillow. He shifts around and I soon feel his warm arm around me before hooking me towards him while I just glance down towards his chest. It's amazing the risks I'm taking right now but it's not too hard when he's the one who is completely supporting me in the lack of looking towards him until I give him permission. He's always waiting for me to give him permission, just waiting full of hope. I glance down, recalling the black box he had held in front of me the other night, seeming to just shine with anticipation and complete happiness. We're really back to how we were before, but how long with it last? Like two months now? It's almost been a month since the whole Derp Crew situation went down so it really is just two more months of this. I should stop thinking about this, it's only going to make me depressed and possibly revert to those cold days I continually tried to make him hate me.

"But your best friend Governor Bella will be there," Gassy teases and I immediately shake my head, ducking my head even more into him while he just chuckles at my reaction. "Oh come on, the guy isn't bad in front of others at least. He has to keep up appearances in front of others," Gassy mutters seeming to want to calm me but rather than that I just shiver when I think about that cold man.

"No, that damn old man's wicked," I mutter and Gassy just laughs, reaching over me for something before slipping the blindfold down towards me. I grab a hold of the cloth and just stare at it for a moment before covering my eyes with it, beginning to have a somewhat hatred for the thing.

"Funny, I used to think the same about you." I frown but Gassy just smiles and pulls away from me to look down at me and wipes his thumbs at the sides of my face. "Don't worry, you'll have Sark with you anyways. And plus, don't you think you should tie up any loose ends with the old dude? Maybe you can settle something with him? I'm sure you'll convince him." I sigh and glance down but immediately Gassy turns my head up with his thumb and when I look up at him I feel as if nothing's impossible, as if I'll have the best influence that the old man will seriously be convinced by me. Can... I? Can I convince him?