Lara’s words, although challenging and playful, hid a truth to them and this is something they both knew; a few marks on his body made it painfully aware to the two of them, a truth that somehow made him strangely proud when it came from the blonde’s lips. He had tried pessimism before, right about the time he found himself alone. He had tried to change his mind about people; about hope in general. He had succeeded for a while even, going as far as to claim everything was lost, including himself and it took him a while to realize his arguments were based off spite and anger, a sentiment he could instead use as fuel to try and make the world a place where those he knew and love could be happy and safe. If not for anyone, for his mother and now, for the woman who made him believe more than ever that everything would be okay, that he could be a better man; that genuinely brought out the best of him. His lips twitched up at both realizations. “Some see the world burn and do nothing until the flames reach them and then wonder why, if being called a fool is the worst they can do then I’ll take it” and just like that, the act was over. A shiver ran down his spine at the feeling of her tongue grazing his lips, hands instinctively reaching for her leg; helping her interlock them around his hips in an attempt to get their bodies as close as possible while chewing his lower lip ”I think we can get a little closer” the agent whispered as he planted a gentle kiss on his girlfriend’s neck, a chuckle escaping his lips upon hearing her next couple questions. “Well, I got here about an hour ago, a little more a little less. As for your questions,” he paused, considering it for a few moments as his fingers danced freely along her legs absentmindedly, lips curling up. He truly loved being able to help his girlfriend do research for her newest role; seeing her shape the little pieces of information she could get was truly mesmerizing, seeing her master her craft truly made him giddy. “Well, it depends on what I’m set to do, but of course we have rules. Mostly don’t get caught, or don’t get involved. But— there are gray areas when it comes to undercover jobs, rules, and morals. You are dealing with criminals who expect you to do what they are doing and won’t accept an excuse” he shrugged lightly, although he doubted that matter as much when the script marked what she was supposed to do, he figured having an intel on the psyche could potentially help. “It can shatter you, if your beliefs are slightly fractured. 90% of getting through it is morals, the 10% left is clear-headedness” then, another chuckle. “Are you thinking on keeping yours there?” the agent questioned, mirroring her actions and bringing his hands to her behind with a rose brow. “Sometimes you carry guns and sometimes you can’t and you have to rely on combat skills, depends on the operation but when we do, we mostly rely on in the waist bands, they are easy to secure on belts and jeans. I imagine during the Cold War era they’d have some version of those, but I can’t imagine it would be easy to hide wearing a uniform, no matter how nice it looks on you” again— his eyes traveled to see her costume, a personal indulgence of sorts. “How big is this gun we’re talking about?”
Her concern proportionally grew with her love for the man, which, as she was told, was completely normal so every reassuring text at the end of the day (or a mission) was greatly appreciated. However, there was no point in denying Lara was attracted to the heroic in him. Even as kids, she hadn’t know what it was called but the young girl liked it most when he’d emerge from the bushes, mid-tea party orchestrated by Margaret and help her run away to get lost with him. And now, the expressions of people and children he’d helped, whose lives he’d changed for the better made her heart skip a beat. So as soon as the man dropped his act and it was Xander standing before her, she closed the distance between their lips. Her fool. Eyes fluttered closed as a shuddering sigh escaped her, fingers finding their way into curls on the back of his neck. “How was your day?” Another thing her committed relationship had taught her was usually empty questions weren’t so empty when you genuinely cared for the other person and when a bit, the tiniest bit of their world could keep you grounded and help you forget all about a rough day. All the information he shared from real life truly helped her get into character, helped her be believable and convince the viewers her character was as real as they needed her to be. The theoretic aspect of it was clear-- maintain a clear head, don’t get caught, do whatever you need to make them believe you. However, even an amateur who had been doing a research for a role was aware it couldn’t be that simple. “And have you ever... Gotten too involved?” Lara questioned, lazily twirling one of the curls around her finger. “Well, they offered me a dagger to strap around my thigh at first but...” leaning her chest against his, she threw her head back to look up at him, a bright smile adorning her lips. ”You know how distracting a cold blade against bare skin can be for me.”
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