"Zhu Li? Could you help me for a second?"
Zhu Li stirred beneath the blanket. Ugh, great, she was just about to fall asleep. It was two in the morning, what in heaven's name was he doing all the time? He didn't come to bed when she called him, nor did he even tell her what kept him up all night long. He simply explained her that he was working. Working … sure! Nobody, not even Varrick, would be able to work past midnight. Whatever it was – it could wait until tomorrow. So she turned around and tried to fall back asleep as she heard, about ten seconds later, his voice rising a bit louder: "Zhu Li, come on, I know you're awake."
Well, he was right – she was awake. Thanks to him. With a sigh, Zhu Li scrambled out of the nice and cozy and warm bed that felt yet empty without him, straightened her night gown and quickly jumped through the corridors to meet him upstairs in his office. To her surprise, Varrick was hanging upside down from his pole, a plate of chili peppers next to him, his eyes closed, his head red and arms crossed to bear the uncomfortable position.
"Varrick, isn't it a bit too late for brainstorming?"
"Zhu Li, I need your help, quick!"

Zhu Li, tilted her head. Hm, really? Should she help him after he didn't help her? If this is his plan on getting her back, she was not interested. Eventually she approached him, kneeling down to get on his eyelevel. "And what would that be? Gotten any thought? Plans?" Varrick opened one eye and peeked back at her. "Oh, you figured out where Miss Sato's robots are?"
"No, not yet …" he shook his head, which seemed to be painful. Sure, it was filled with blood after all.
"No? Hm, but what else is it you called me for? It's two in the morning and I'm tired."
Zhu Li yawned, which he observed with indignation. "Zhu Li, we're business people! Business people never sleep, never rest or make excuses, you should-"
"Varrick, what do you want?" She interrupted him with a firm voice. Her fiancé hunched his shoulders in faint fear from her anger and pointed at his desk. "I need to rewrite the script. I didn't like it and now I am stuck."
"So that's why you are brainstorming…?"
She looked from his old, black typewriter back to him. He still remained upside down with his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed.
"What else was I supposed to do, you know I always brainstorm when I'm running out of creativity."
"And why do you need my help now?" Zhu Li got back up on her feet.
"I need you to put some ideas in my head. I figured I can't do this on my own right now."
She blinked in slight surprise. Does that mean he was actually involving her into script-writing? She never was part of this kind of business and even when Varrick often suggested her to play the main role in his upcoming movers, she politely declined. She wasn't a mover after all. She was not Bolin or Ginger. But nobody said she wouldn't be able to write a script with him.

"Well, then…" she sat down on the chair.
"First of all, what is the story about."
"I'm glad you ask." Varrick swung himself a few times to the right and left until he jumped off the pole with a double flip, landing on his feet.
"It's about the love of two young hearts, a love so strong and manifested, so bright in the darkness and gloomy in the light that the faint mind of men shall not find words for the deepest fire burning in their hearts."
Zhu Li quirked her eyebrow. Wow. She hadn't think of him as an romantic person, really. Being productive, that was his usual way of dealing with things. But then again, he was a brilliant mind with many corners and edges she had yet to discover of their potential hidden inside.
"Okay, and what else."
"Uh – that's it, I guess."
"Wait, you tell me you're going to make a mover about two people in love and that's it? Where is the drama, the emotions, the climax of the story? And the happy or bad ending?"
"Well…" Varrick shrugged slightly. "It does have a few very romantic scenes, you know?"
Zhu Li blinked a few times, not saying a word but simply looking back at him. She always did that when she was looking for an explanation of the current situation.
"Uh, anyway, Zhu Li – you have written a few times, haven't you?"
"Yes." – "And you are reading a lot of books, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
"Good!" he grabbed a stack of paper and held it into her face. "Then you gotta help me writing the most realistic and pleasant scene of two young people having intercourse."
"I make the, uh - wait … what?!" Zhu Li's face turned pale, paler than the walls behind her, staring at her fiancé like she was an alien. He didn't really request her to – no he didn't really mean that, would he?

"…Varrick, are you serious?" she asked him, not a hint of insecurity, more – bafflement.
"Yes, I am." He responded, as serious as he could sound. "I have seen and read a few lines from those books you are reading occasionally, and with this knowledge of literariness, I came to the conclusion you would be the perfect judge of these things." Zhu Li's cheeks suddenly burned in embarrassment. He had actually read her books? She really didn't mean to buy them just for those few chapters with said content. She merely took what was offered. However, he seemed so calm about this and professional – he didn't even blush or gulp or anything that would hint on any abashment. He just gave her a hopeful smile, which she briefly returned. "Just tell me – why do you want me to correct it. You have had more experience with this in real life than…me." She bit her lower lip, looking away from him.
"Uh -" Varrick suddenly started to gently scratch the surface of the wooden floor with his foot in humbleness. Right, she knew about this too. She knew about all things of his activities like she was there, right there, watching. She, of course, never was, but the walls were thin and he had her waiting in front of his room in case he needed anything. It was certain she had heard them. Every word they spoke. Every movement. Every sounds and every bit of his nights he spend with other women.
"Y-You know I'm not good with writing down things, that's why I hired you after all."
Zhu Li shrugged briefly, before she finally grabbed the stack of paper. A few minutes passed with Zhu li's expression staying stern as always, at some point raising her eyebrows.
"Varrick, as much as I appreciate you wrote all of this down… I don't think they'll care about on which side she lies down…"

"We want this to sound realistic, right?" Varrick moved away from his desk and went back to Zhu Li to stand next to her.
Her eyes wandered over the few lines he had written and he watched her closely. He wanted her to approve of what he had written – it was the first time he actually wrote something like this, and usually not about this certain kind of topic.
He pulled down his eyebrows confusedly when he realized how her breathing became slightly more deeper and she kept biting her lower lip.
After a few more minutes Zhu Li swallowed and put the paper on her lap. "Varrick, with all due to respect to your… fantasies and… writing skills. I don't think they will want to hear it that detailed. And I doubt that two virgins are capable of being so good at it."
"They would at least try." Varrick bluntly commented. "You think it's too much?"
"Well, I think the first time is a lot more… clumsy and… prematurely" She cleared her throat.
"So you think I wouldn't last half an hour?" It didn't sound angry or disappointed, it sounded sincere.
Zhu Li quickly looked at him, looked back on the paper and laughed a little while her cheeks evidently blushed. "I don't think I would last half an hour"

Varricks jaw dropped and he felt his mouth become watery. Confusedly he swallowed hard and grabbed the paper. "Okay, so what should we cross out?"
"Maybe the part about… her… ripping the condom pack open with her teeth …" She felt like her face would combust in a second. But she kept her stare still as unmoved as possible "Oh… fine." Varrick crossed the sentence with a pen and made notes on the side."And to be honest, I cannot for the life of me figure out how she would apply it with her mouth." She gave him a skeptic side-glance. With what kind of women has he associating with usually? Varrick blushed and hoped she wouldn't ask where he had that idea from. Now that he had her reading what he was writing, he suddenly started to feel…weird. Like a sixteen year old teenager who was just seeing a women naked for the first time. It was strange, being quite the ladies' man for over ten years.

"Anything else?" He asked nervously.
"Hm-" Zhu Li skimmed the text again quickly and then leaned over Varrick's shoulder, pointing at a line at the end. "Here. Correct that."
Varrick stared at the sentence and swallowed. "Are you sure?"
"Of course I am sure." Her voice changed into a whisper only a few inches away from his ear. "I don't know about you, but I am definitely not quiet when I'm culminating."
"Boy, it's warm in here" Varrick chuckled awkwardly, waving some air into his face to try to cool his face down. She did the same, giving a crooked smile. Good thing they were through this. This was definitely something.
"…and what exactly is happening after that scene?"
"I haven't come this far yet, for…uhm…it never really happened to me." What did he mean with 'it never happened to him'? She obviously must have looked dumbfounded, for he cleared his throat and began to elucidate. "What I mean is – a relationship for me never lasted that long to … witness it. And now that we are having one – I mean… what I mean is…" he sighed, rubbed his neck, eyes darting anywhere but at her.

"I based the story on the two of us."
"You – what?"
"I know it sounds strange, but – today I had a dream. A dream, that I would make a mover that would touch the world. That would send shivers down people's spines and bring tears to their eyes. And when I woke up, the first thing that was going through my mind was – you. You, and me…and under which circumstances we used to live." After a while of awkward silence, he looked back at her with a faint smile. "I want to do this, I want to do the thing, Zhu Li – a story about two hearts finding each other when they never expected it…"
He fumbled with the text in his hand. "I know…I know we have had really hard times, and I understand that you are mad, and you probably never want to take me back, but…even if this story is going to be a bad end story – I will make a mover out of it, and you are going to play the main role in it and the people will love it."
The way her face grew soft made his heart skip a beat, filling his chest with warmth and love as they shared deep looks of pure affection. Zhu Li approached him to wrap her arms around her beloved Varrick, pressing her face into his chest. He gently enveloped her with his arms and sunk his face in her hair that smelled of the tea they had before going to bed. But there was also that certain scent that only she wore, the scent he could fall for each day and each second.
"So…does this mean this I how you are picturing our honeymoon night?"
Varrick stammered a few Uh's and Eh's before clearing his throat. "W-Well, I mean, this is how it should be, the first night with my wife. Right?"
"Heh…right." She mumbled and snuggled her face into his shoulder.

"Zhu Li?" - "Yes, Varrick?" - "Can you ever forgive me?" The brunette assistant chuckled softly with her head rested gently against his chest. Forgive him. For all these years he ordered her around, never appreciated anything she did for him, years of labor and all the donkeywork - could she forgive this man? Could she marry him?
She knew the second he propose to her that she did. It would be hard to leave the past behind, even for him she figured. But the way he was speaking to her now, cherished anything she did, the patience and tenderness he offered...and she knew he was not a very patient man usually. Or emotional.
But he was a new man. A new kind of employer and friend - and husband.
"Yes ... I forgive you." She felt his lips pressing against her temple and she felt herself melting in his arms. "Now let me do the thing again, okay?"
"What thing?" Zhu Li asked, but Varrick already had gone down on one knew, still holding her hand. "Zhu Li Moon ... I love you, I love you so much it hurts. It hurt when we were parted. And it hurt when we were together again. It makes me happy and it destroys me. But simply knowing you are a part of my life is worth any pain. Will you do the thing, for the rest of our life's?"
And he pulled out the ring she had given him back. Zhu Li gulped down the tears swelling in her eyes.
"Yes ... yes, Varrick, I do."
They smiled at each other for what seemed an eternity, before he slowly rose to grab her hand and put the ring back onto her finger.
"There ... look much better now, doesn't it?"
"It's back where it belongs..." she added, smiling at him, her small hands resting in his own.