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"Which also reminds me, there's a lot of world war 2 stuff down there I think you'd like. You know the sort of things Granddad kept. Ration books, original ammunition orders, modified vehicle plans. Testimony." Maria told him. "Some of it probably needs to go to the vault at the museum to preserve it."

“You know I won’t get a heart attack if you smuggled originals out of MI6,” Gareth joked, flicking through one of the flyers. Though Maria’s words had him look up almost immediately. Like her grandfather, he had always been interested in military history. Came with the job. “Well, one of these days you’re gonna have to show those to me.” He smiled and held up the flyers. “Indian? Italian? What do we fancy tonight, darling?”

❝This isn't about impressing you, oh no no no... this is about WARNING you. Your opinion matters very little to me because in the end, it won't stop what I have planned. You can't stop it. The King and all his horses can't stop it.❞ There was a pause in his ramble, the silence lasting long enough to let a toothy grin spread wide across his face. ❝Eventually, you'll realise I am the grand picture, and I can't wait for the ball to finally drop.❞ A thought touched his brow, and his eyes slid up to examine it. ❝I should have it broadcasted... how do you feel about hidden cameras being in your marital bed?❞

She stood up and smiled at him, offering "I'll see you out" even though she really didn't feel like doing that, given that it meant going to the front door again. Somehow, it felt wrong there now, which Kit knew was the most absurb reaction one could have to a part of your own house but, there it was.

“I’ll see what I can do about your…little issue.” He struggled for a moment, wanting to take her hand in his, but instead he opted for gently placing his hand on Kit’s shoulder. “I promise you, he won’t get near you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

She smiled at his words, surprised he didn't know that. "One of the first. Montana wasn't incorperated until the 1870's." She chuckled before it turned into a full blown laugh. "God can you even imagine?" She snorted, getting her feet back under her. "No, I never was really good at that sort of thing. Neither was my dad. Its not in us to lie that well and hedge so much." She admitted. "We care. But I could never be good at that. Being a politicians girlfriend is enough. I think I've gotten alot better at it!"

Gareth drank the rest of his wine and set the glass aside, away from the pool’s edge so that none of them accidentally stepped into it. “Now, now – don’t insult me,” he warned her playfully. A moment later he had slipped back into the water, swimming over to Alex. “I’m serving the people of Great Britain, I’m behind a desk, but I’m not a politician,” he reminded her. “You would look good in a suit and with your…little briefcase and kicking arses in Parliament…” An eyebrow was cocked up. “Don’t you think?”

"Or...." as his hands found her waist she jumped slightly to wrap her legs around him arms draping around his shoulders. "Perhaps it was a wife who still ...." kisses him softly. "Finds you just as handsome as she first did."

When he pulled away once more, he whispered, “You keep saving my days, even when I don’t see you…”

Ralph Fiennes as Romeo, 1986

— The Royal Tenenbaums (2001), Dir. Wes Anderson

Ralph Fiennes on the red carpet of The Invisible Woman UK film premiere

The Rock (1996) directed by Michael Bay