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His lips ghosted her skin, leaving a trail of transparent kisses upon her body. She was his beauty - the only beauty he had. She was delicate, and soft, and he was bewildered that such a woman as she was his.
Their lips met, heating the already smouldering fire between them, and her hands were at his jaw, his shoulders, pushing even closer to him. She needed him, wanted him; to signal this, she wrapped a leg around his waist.
He groaned low in his -
"You never fail to impress." Hanji says, as she grabs up random pieces of his draft, and reads a part of the paragraphs, eyes scanning over the text.
Levi snorts, typing at his computer, glasses resting on his nose. He has dark circles under his eyes, proof of his all nighter. It's his working habit - when an idea grabs ahold of him, it possesses him until he has completely finished a new novel. His fingers are furiously bashing at the keyboard, stopping occasionally to think of a most suitable word for the sentence that he is creating. "Go get me tea." is all that he says to Hanji's compliment.
"Go to sleep," The woman says, but stands anyway to leave for his kitchen. Even she knows that the way Levi works - pushing himself, devoting 95% of himself - is how he's always conducted himself. Even when he had first begun publishing his novels, he had already established his working style.
It was insane, and asinine regarding his health, but Hanji was in no place to lecture him - she got the same way with anything regarding her sciences and experiments; she lived for it, just like Levi lived for writing.
Levi's phone buzzes, and he doesn't even glance at the technology, his fingers keeping up their furious rhythm of typing, leaving his ringtone to die out.
It eventually does, and then it rings again. Levi wants to punch Hanji for setting his ringtone to some techno pop shit, claiming that 'it really calls the attention!' At the time, when she had set it, Levi had been hooked on an idea for his novel - it was his most recent one. Of a young mafia heir falling in love with a very reclusive female. It sounds very romantic and it is, before it takes a turn to the darker and the sensual. As always, it was a big hit amongst his audience. Levi admits, when he was a teenager, he hadn't pictured himself in 20 years, sitting in front of his computer, typing away to create a world of erotic literature.
And yet - here he was.
His phone rings again, and he sighs. His fingers leave the keyboard, and whenever he's disconnected from his plot line, no matter how brief the disconnection, it always feels odd and foreign.
Punching at the green button, he holds his phone up to his ear, crossing his other arm over, leaning back in to his chair, "Irvin."
"Levi, I hope you weren't - "
"What the fuck do you think, dickbag."
A sigh. "Control that mouth of yours. This is about your job."
"If it's about an interview, no matter how iconic the magazine, tv show, interviewee, no. I will not be interviewed. Ugh."
"Just listen. The workers that I've been sending to pick up your drafts are always reporting to me about your lack of sleep and food consumption."
"I sleep. I eat. And I clean, too."
" 'Cleaning is the only other thing he'll do besides writing.' One of my workers sent that in to the complaint box."
"So? I'm not sick."
" ' He'll get really sick from not eating and sleeping - what if Levi dies!' Another complaint in the complaint box. Does this not tell you that you need to start changing some things in your life?"
"I've survived my whole life being the way I am, Irvin. As if the rest of it will kill me."
"Well, as your friend and your boss, I decided to help you along the path - "
"Fuck you, no. I'm content with the way I am now."
"I hired a boy -"
"A boy? No."
"He's 22. His name is Eren Jaeger. Your new PA and manager."
"I'm not going to let a brat organise my life." Levi sighs, "Bye. I need to finish my draft. Don't call me again, and don't you dare send that Jaeger shit over."
Levi hangs up, and Hanji returns with a cup of steaming hot tea.
He doesn't say anything, and only resumes bashing at his keyboard.