Oliver

It had been a couple of weeks since the amazing blowjob Marcus had given me. Life was pleasant. We never got in arguments anymore, we were keeping each other "pleased" (if you know what I mean), and we had a routine. I would get up, make us breakfast, take a shower after Marcus left for work and then I would get dressed before heading out as well. Marcus was in the middle of a huge contract signing. It was important that his team trade players. I, on the other hand, was spending most of my time in the Ministry's Quidditch department. They were asking me to agree to do press conferences and photo shoots and a bunch of other things.

However, I kept getting a reoccurring question. People were always asking when Marcus and I were getting married. I had no idea. I didn't even have a ring. All I had was a piece of paper stating that the two of us were engaged so…how was I supposed to answer their question? Believe me when I say that I tried asking the aloof brunet. He would avoid the subject, change topics or claim he had something to do. It started to feel like he was avoiding me. The only things we had talked about recently were what was for dinner and if we should go out for a film or something. I was starting to get annoyed.

So, I decided that when I went home today that I was going to demand an answer to the question or at least some suggestions to give the reporters and such. I was getting tired of the whole "I don't know" act. It would only bring more questions like, "Why? What do you mean? How come you don't know about a date yet? You've been living together for a month or so, right?" It was exhausting. So, when I returned to Marcus's and my flat, I fixed a simple dinner and decided to wait on the couch for him to come home. Right at six-thirty, he walked through the door.

"Hey, Oli. How was work today?" he asked as he slid out of his coat and suit jacket.

"It was fine…other than having to fend off the vultures again," I answered, giving him an exhausted look which received an equally exhausted sigh.

"Oliver, we've been over this a thousand times," he groaned. Uh-oh. He only used my real name when it was time to be serious.

"I know, Marcus, but I would like to know what to tell them. I'm getting tired of having to say the words 'I don't know' all the time," I sighed, standing and starting to approach him. I wasn't angry but I made my exasperation obvious in my voice.

"Tell them it will be soon, I suppose," he defended himself, shutting his eyes and rubbing his temples.

"Soon? You want me to give them a generalization? Honestly, you know that never works with reporters. Those people, especially Daily Prophet writers, are ruthless. They aren't going to settle for that…and how am I supposed to respond to Fred, George, Harry and the others that want to know when? You want me to tell them 'soon' too? Alright, well, what am I going to tell them when the twins ask how it can be soon when I don't have the ring you promised me? I don't like pushing for facts and details, Marcus, but they're at my throat all the time!" I groaned at the end, feeling the defeat ready to crash in on me.

"I don't know, Oliver! Tell them whatever you want! Talking about this is starting to get old. Every time I come home, you're bugging me about it. I'm starting to tire of all the nagging," he sighed, looking at me now.

"You're tired of all the nagging? You don't deal with those nosy people all day! You sit in a conference room discussing trades for your team and contracts! I go to press conferences, photo shoots, and exclusive interviews and they all want to know the same damn thing! I have a job, too, Marcus! And I'm not trying to bug you! If they wouldn't ask, I wouldn't! So don't you dare try to make this out to be my fault!" I snapped at him.

"I'm not saying it's your fault but for once, can't you just leave it be? I want things to be right and perfect before I give you the ring! Do you really want it to be in the midst of chaos and work and all this other shit that's piling up on us?" he snapped back.

"You know, I wouldn't care how you proposed! I just want to know that you want me! Honestly, we barely see each other! We never speak about anything but work and this damn argument! I'm starting to feel like nothing more than a name on a contract to you!" I shouted, wishing I hadn't.

"Oliver, you're not just some name on a contract to me. I love you so very much and I need you to know that. I just want to make things perfect for you. When a man proposes to the person he loves, it's an experience neither person ever forgets. Do you really want to look back on the night I proposed and see an argument?" he asked, softly this time moving forward. Tears were coming to my eyes.

"Marcus, I don't care. I just need to know that you want me. I…I need to know that I'm the most important thing to you…" I mumbled, moving closer to him as well. He stretched out his arms and pulled me close when I came within reach.

"Oli, you are the most important thing to me. Nothing is going to change that, ever. Don't ever forget it," he whispered, pressing his lips to my cheek as I rested my head on his shoulder. I sniffed a bit, holding back my tears and swallowing the lump in my throat.

"I'm so sorry, Marcus. I don't like bugging you and making you upset. I'm just…I guess I'm just beating myself up for that crap that happened all those years ago. I'm just so…self-conscious. I'm not good enough for you, Marcus. I never have been," I sighed and rested my hands on his shoulders. He shifted and held me out by my shoulders, not too far away.

"Stop talking like that. Oliver Wood, you are perfect. You have the body of a god and the patience of a saint. If anyone hasn't been good for anyone, it's me. You deserve so much better than some lousy Slytherin," he sighed and shook his head. I couldn't help but smile a bit.

"Hey, don't you start talking like that either. You know, Slytherins aren't all bad. Snape was a Slytherin and he was one of the greatest wizards of all time and your mentor. So, I'm glad that my gorgeous fiancée is a Slytherin. I wouldn't have it any other way," I smiled at him, moving closer and giving him a soft kiss before pulling away again. The low chuckle he let out was soft and gentle.

"I'm so glad I have you, Oli. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you," he whispered and kissed my forehead.

"I don't know what I would do without you, either," I whispered back, planting a soft kiss on his throat.

"Mm, I do know that if you weren't around, I could focus on other things that the burning lust in my groin when I came home," he chuckled boldly and I blushed.

"Well, if you didn't have me around, you wouldn't have a hot and wet mouth ready and waiting to help relieve the pooling lust in your groin," I drawled in a slow and sexy tone before licking at his lips.

"Oh you naughty, naughty Gryffindor. I do believe I've been a bad influence on you," he chuckled and slid a hand down to cup my arse.

"Mm, but just think about the influence you're going to have on me on our wedding night," I teased and he sucked in a breath.

"You are such a cock tease," he groaned, his voice husky with need.

"But you forget that I'm a better cock-sucker," I teased more and he squeezed.

"Maybe you should remind me," he winked and I giggled slightly.

"Oh, I plan on it," I whispered and lead him to the bedroom, his hand never leaving my arse and my hand never losing its grip on his tie.

DunDunDun…

Marcus

That night, Oliver had given me the best blowjob ever. He'd given great blowjobs before but that night was something else. Still, that night had held something else for me. It had reminded me that I needed to propose and soon. I know Oli was only asking because the newspapers kept asking and that didn't bother me. What did bother me was that he had to keep waiting because I could never find the right moment to tell him.

I didn't want to do one of those fancy dinners with personal music and the ring in a glass of champagne. I didn't want to do during a walk on the park or on the beach or some cheesy, unoriginal thing like that. No, I wanted to do something special. Problem was, I wasn't really a creative guy and I never had time to sit down and rack my brain on how to do it. I had the ring but I needed the night planned out. Finally, I came up with a plan. I just needed help from the right people and I knew just the few to do it.

DunDunDun…

I am so, so, so sorry for the delay! I had finished my senior paper, made up some long past due work, contracted bronchitis, started a fan fiction request, my laptop crapped out, and I had graduation practice. Then I finally graduated v.v I've just been so busy you guys but I plan to keep with it this time around! I am so sorry for taking so long to update .

On a lighter note…I came up with a proposal that is kind of lame . but I think it'll be cute since its Marcus and Oliver ^_^ anyway, I plan to update soon so please, stick with me. My laptop is still having issues so I have to use my dad's. In other words, it may be a few days but it shouldn't take longer than that v.v Alright, I'll keep you guys posted!

Love,

Hannya (^_^)