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"I swear my hand's going to fall off at the end of this tour, if not sooner," you complain, face buried in his neck, arms wrapped around his waist.
Levi strokes your back and kisses your temple. "Let Hange do the signing then," he says drily.
You pull away and slap his chest. "Stop bullying my manager."
"I'm the bully?" He laughs, incredulous.
"Just kidding," you tease and peck on his lips. But then he chases after your lips and kisses you slowly. You comb your fingers through his hair and say, "On second thought, maybe I should ask Bertholdt to pre-sign the albums before release. He's got a knack at forging signatures."
He raises a brow. "You make it sound like it's a good thing."
You grin, draping your arms over his shoulders and the backrest of the couch as you start grinding your hips against his. He groans, immediately aroused, but his hands promptly fly to your waist to keep you still.
"Not now, Billie."
You hate it when he uses your stage name– a blaring reminder of who you should be right now.
You make puppy eyes at him. "Just one, please? For good luck?"
"You don't need good luck," he says with an eye roll.
"Mhm…" You kiss him slowly as you start grinding your hips against his once more.
His fingers slip beneath your oversized shirt, digging into the flesh of the small of your back. "You've got a show in ten minutes."
"You expect me to listen when you're already pitching a tent down there?"
"Fair point," he groans.
You chuckle, tilting your head to the side to kiss him again, which he eagerly returns. His hands move up your back, thumbs catching at the wings of your bra, playing with the hook. You moan into his mouth, hands sliding down his stomach to unbuckle his belt.
"You're fucking insatiable," he rasps. "And the blue suits you," he says, pertaining to your hair.
"It's teal."
"Teal is still blue," he argues lazily.
You grin, fingers fumbling for his zipper–
The door flies open.
He quickly pulls his hands out of your shirt. You whine loudly, smacking your forehead on his shoulder.
"Christ," Hange groans exasperatedly. "You both agreed to the No PDA Policy!" they remind, swaying their hands in the air.
"We're not PDA-ing," you counter, turning to face your manager. "We have the room to ourselves!"
"The dressing room," Hange points out. "Can't you two not have sex for like while the sun is still up in the sky maybe?"
Your jaw drops, as though what they said will cause the end of the world. "I can't! Sex isn't just a night activity for me!"
Levi chokes on air behind you.
Hange groans openly and slaps their forehead. "You're supposed to be backstage now, Billie."
You turn to Levi with a pout, then you squeeze his cheeks, gritting your teeth and groaning in cute aggression. "I love you," you say before pecking on his lips and then unlatching yourself from him.
He slaps your ass, making you yelp loudly. You turn to glare at him and he says with a shrug, "that's your good luck."
But seriously, you don't really need that, not when he's always watching your performances, giving you a boost of energy and inspiration.
There's never anyone who doesn't know me
Wherever I go, they wanna touch me
There are seven other dancers behind you, all wearing masks and ear microphones, hiding the idol who's featured to sing the rap parts of your song.
Look, this was always my swag
Fire erupts behind you on the stage in a split second, and the fans gush in amazement.
If you have a problem with that, just give them water
Then a male voice– "Queen's back, if you don't know, shh!"
"Was that Porco?" A fan from behind Levi questions.
The crowd behind him stirs in excitement, fans shrieking in anticipation throughout the song. As the rap verse comes, one of the dancers jumps by your side, throwing the mask away and starts singing. The crowd erupts in wild excitement as Porco sings with his back against yours.
"He's so hot!!!" Someone shrieks behind Levi.
He crosses his arms and rolls his eyes hard. Someone even starts chanting your names together: PockLie, which eventually shortens to Pockie.
Sounds stupid.
Well, at least Porco's not as unnecessarily touchy as some of your backup dancers.
And you haven't done anything borderline lewd on stage yet, which is good– a fucking improvement, if he may say.
As usual, after the last song in your set, the stage is cleared and prepped with a table and a chair. Meanwhile, backstage, you're latched onto Levi's arm again, munching on a Nutribar while Porco discusses swapping with another rapper idol for the last few days of your tour. He needs to go back to Trost for his own group's promotional activities. You hug him tight, thanking him for joining you the past few days. He shares a handshake with Levi and then with Hange before heading off.
The program director calls you over, telling you it's time you get back on stage for the album signing.
"Here we go again," you sigh, pouting at Levi.
He offers a pat on your head and tells you, "you're doing great."
"Do I get a treat later?" You ask with a toothy grin. "I should've gotten one before the show but… you know," you pause, eyes narrowed as you look over at Hange who's talking to some program staff members.
He flicks your forehead, making you whine. "You always get a damn treat."
You quickly finish your remaining Nutribar. Levi gets you a small bottle of water which you quickly consume, and then you jog back on stage while your bodyguard-slash-boyfriend walks after you without haste.
Levi often wonders how you could keep up with the constant changing of faces before you– he could barely even follow the quick strokes your pen makes as you write short notes to your fans before putting your signature. He feels dizzy with the amount of physical contact, while you manage to keep that smile on your face throughout the event, asking each of them their names and even the right spelling before writing. It's fucking amazing. You're fucking amazing.
A young girl comes up soon, tiptoeing to look at you over the table.
"Come here, sweetie." You say, motioning at her to stand by your side. "What's your name?"
"Millie. I'm turning thirteen in November." A woman who looks just like her stands near the table, smiling at you and the little girl as she gives you two teddy bears, one's a small stuffed toy and the other is a keychain.
"Aww, she's so cute! Can I name her after you?"
"It was my sister's," she answers shyly. "Please name her Maddie."
You blink and carefully ask, "is Maddie not here?"
The girl shakes her head. "She's dead. Eight months ago."
"Oh… I'm sorry to hear that," you murmur, gently squeezing her shoulder. You turn to the mother with a sympathetic smile, and she smiles back and says they're both a huge fan of you and your band. You look back at the little girl and say, "I have a few extra albums here. Would you like to give your sister her own copy?"
She blinks in surprise. "Really?"
"Yes!" You chuckle. "Maddie's her name, right?" She nods enthusiastically, grinning. You quickly turn away to hide your eyes that are clouded with tears from her. Beside your right foot is a small box where the said extra album copies are stacked, and you grab one for Millie's sister.
Levi's heart swells with pride and love, and he's overcome with the urge to hug and kiss you in front of every-fucking-one. He wants to tell the world you are his girl, the love of his fucking life.
Millie's holding a chaplet of daisies and some yellow flowers he doesn't recognize. That would look good on you, he thinks, those yellow and white flowers over your teal hair. You'd definitely look like a goddess in that.
But the girl turns to him, so suddenly it makes him flinch slightly.
"Mister, I have something for you too," she says shyly.
You turn to watch, a smile blooming in your lips.
He furrows his brow questioningly and points at himself. "Me?"
"Mhm."
"But I'm not an idol."
"It's okay," she says with a shy smile and takes a step closer. She pulls out another teddy bear keychain from her bag and lifts it up together with the wreath. "These."
Levi's breath catches in his throat– he doesn't know what to fucking say but call your name, hoping his eyes could get the message across– a little help here?!
You chuckle, knowing he's having an internal dilemma. "Go on, it's for you." Then you motion at him to lower himself into a crouch.
Fuck. He doesn't know how to handle shit like this.
Ugh. Whatever.
The girl smiles as he crouches to her level. "Shouldn't the flowers be for her?" he asks, gesturing at you.
Millie shakes her head. "They're meant for heroes," she says as she puts the wreath over his head. "They're dried flowers, so they won't wilt away."
Heroes? What the fuck?
Kids. When do they ever make sense?
"Okay," he deadpans.
"Thank you for protecting Billie two years ago."
His lips part, but no words come out for a moment. He never forgot that fucker's face, the fan who grabbed your hand and stole a kiss from you during one of your album signing events. Everywhere you went, he always looks around, hoping that fucker isn't following you around because God forbid, he can't promise a pair of broken wrists would be enough to make him pay for what he's done.
Levi smiles and pats the girl's head. "Only doing my job, ma'm, saving your favorite idol's stubborn ass."
She giggles at that. And then she wraps her arms around his neck to hug him.
Levi blinks, cheeks suddenly warm.
You quickly pull out your phone to take a picture of them.
"Please don't let go of her," she says.
He lets out a little chuckle. "I don't plan to, kid. Gonna marry her someday."
The girl lets him go with a big smile, and he brings his finger against his lips. "That's a secret, okay?"
She eagerly nods. You ask if she wants a picture with Levi, and she quickly agrees. Using her mom's phone and then your own, you take pictures of them and then a few selfies.
"Thank you for the gifts, Millie, we appreciate them." You gently squeeze her cheek.
Her mother thanks you and then Levi as they leave.
Another fan steps forward, but you're still looking at Levi. His cheeks are still flushed, making you smile.
"What," he deadpans.
"Not an idol, but a hero. My hero," you say with a sweet smile, which makes him blush even more intensely.
He clicks his tongue. "Get back to work. Your fans are waiting."
You playfully stick your tongue out at him, then mouth a 'love you!' before turning to the new face across the table.
Levi takes the wreath off his head only to stare at it for a few seconds.
Then, he puts it back on.