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[ In preparation for their future plans, Olivia's been out finishing up a few loose ends and sneaks into the apartment as quietly as possible because of the late hour. But when she reaches the living room and sees Sophia awake on the sofa, she smiles as she wriggle out of her coat and goes to join her. ] Hi, Princess, I didn't-- What's wrong?

Nothing. [ She's still rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand, face a little blotchy, snuffling as she breathes. Moving aside the collection of popcorn packets and chocolate bars, she makes grabby hands in Olivia's direction, indicating that she should sit immediately. ] I'm fine.

[ The television, however, is on and currently playing the very end of the Moulin Rouge. Sophia sends it a quick, guilty glance, like she's not sure she should be crying over it. ] Did everything go okay?

[ Feet aching and exhausted, Olivia doesn't hesitate in sitting down, ignoring the full length of the sofa in favour of parking herself close beside Sophia. She's about to point out that she's clearly not fine when she looks at the television as indicated, a smile threatening to break out when she puts two and two together, but she swallows it down and puts on a look of sympathy. ] If I'd known I was leaving you with distressing movies I would have made a point to come home earlier.

[ She kicks off her shoes and pulls her legs up onto the sofa, arm sliding around the back of Sophia as she hugs her to her, kissing a line across her jaw. ] Better than okay, although I was hoping I'd get the chance to wave my gun around at least once. I don't have to go in again tomorrow, either, everything's taken care of.

[ Leaning into the space Olivia occupies, she takes a deep breathe, pulling the scent of her soap and perfume in. It seems to soothe her a little, nuzzling a hot cheek against the other woman's shoulder in an attempt to get closer. ] They shouldn't be allowed to make soul crushing movies with good dancing. It's uncalled for. I should write a letter of complaint.

[ Reaching down the space beside her, Sophia extracts a biscuit (chocolate digestive) from her carefully concealed packet, and holds it up to Olivia like an offering. ] My hero. I'm sorry you didn't get to frighten the peons though, I know how it cheers you up.

[ Reaching down over the side of the sofa, Olivia rummages around in the satchel she left there and pulls out a packet of tissues, working one out to carefully dab at the tear streaks Sophia missed. ] We should hunt down the one responsible and put them out of their misery.

[ Laughing, she leans in and grins around the biscuit, taking it with her mouth and mumbling a thank you. She makes herself comfortable, resting some weight against Sophia's side, and the hand that isn't now hold the chocolate goodness slides around her girlfriend's back, fingers stroking through her hair. ] Next time it might be better to stick with the action movies, they rarely finish in tears. [ Biscuit gone, she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand and lays her head on Sophia's shoulder. ] Looks like we're all set, then, good to go whenever you're ready.

Technically not true. Casino Royale has me weeping as much as Romeo and Juliet does, only with a little bit more added car lust. [ Humming quietly, curled around her girlfriend, she can't help the slow grin building. ] Now. I am ready now.

[ A beat.] Or you know, at an actual appropriate time.

You and your James Bond. Is it strictly an Eames thing or an English thing? Because I honestly can't tell. [ She loves it, though, and the films aren't that bad, if she has to admit to it, but she can't pass up a chance to tease.

With a giggle, Olivia kisses Sophia's temple, soft and lingering, their rests her forehead to it. ] How about we make official plans tomorrow? There's no rush, not now there's nothing to get in the way.

I much prefer having my very own Bond girl, darling. So there's nothing to worry about on that front. [ Nodding a little, giddy and reckless and excited. ] I can wait until tomorrow. But definitely tomorrow. I want to just do it.

Getting you a Bond car isn't the worse idea in the world, though, we could both benefit from that. [ She huffs an over-the-top sigh and rolls her eyes, as if she expected nothing less and it's such a drag, but she's smiling all the same. ] How did I know you were going to say that? I'll set the alarm clock, shall I? Someone needs to get up early and making a start on the packing.

Mm. You're saying you wouldn't object to me having a flashy, over the top sports car as long as I put it to nefarious things?

[ Leaning up to press a kiss to her neck. ] I can't wait for this you know, you and me, embarking on our new life.

Is there any other way to put a flash car to use?

[ Running long, lean fingers through her hair, signing contentedly. ] Me either. And we deserve the break. It'll be nice not having to worry about being shot at for a while.

Nope. [ Gleefully. ] And think how gorgeous it will look in our driveway.