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Evangeline Lilly carried two cups of coffee in disposable cups back from the catering tables to her seat, dodging carefully round people as everyone rushed to pour themselves a hot drink in the brief lapse in filming. She was filming Ant Man and the Wasp, in which she had a significantly bigger role than she had in the first Ant Man film. She gave pleasant smiles and small greetings to people that said hello to her until she got back to the little corner she had bagged with her favourite person on set, which was the story and character advisor. He was a guy a few years younger than her, around thirty, who was like a walking encyclopaedia of comic book information who was able to help her and all the other actors with details of their characters for filming, assisting them to capture the essence of the original writings into their modern performance. She had worked with him on the first movie in a lesser capacity, but now with her taking up the role of the Wasp she had worked much more closely with him to develop her portrayal for the big screen and they had really clicked, getting on great and just seeming to work so well together after his initial nerves at meeting her had subsided.
"Here's your coffee," she said, standing the polystyrene cup on the small, high table in front of him and sliding onto her high stool opposite him with her own as he looked up from his tablet, which he was idly sketching things on.
"Thanks," he said, pulling it towards him and looking up with a smile, popping the irritating plastic lid of that she always insisted on putting on lest she spill it before looking back down. She took in his smile; it was like a secret smile that he used only for her, never seeing him smile quite like that at anybody else.
"No problem," she smiled, settling herself onto the stool. She was wearing her Wasp outfit, snug fitting one-piece bodysuit that it was, but she found it quite comfortable and easy to work with. She didn't mention it but she saw his eyes sneakily flicking up as he fiddled with his coffee, taking in her beautiful feminine curves wrapped in the tight fitting fabric, making her smile inwardly as he checked her out.
"Here," she added, dropping some sachets of sugar down onto the table for him.
"Thanks for the sugar, sugar," he said with a cheeky grin as he tore open one and poured it into his steaming black coffee. Evie didn't reply, simply smiling and scanning around the bustle of people rushing around on set around them. Pulling the lid off her coffee as well, she shook a packet of sugar and poured it into her own rich black coffee, stirring it with an ineffective plastic stick.
"Want something hot and black inside you huh?" he said with a little flick of his eyebrows, pulling her attention back to him.
"Oh you know it baby," she purred in response, giving a wink and delightful little flick of her tongue. He gave a laugh and sipped his coffee, knowing she didn't normally drink black coffee.
"They were actually out of milk over there, I don't have time to wait for them," she said with a giggle, taking a sip of her coffee and giving a slight wince at it.
"As bad as ever isn't it?" she commented, standing it down as she let the taste dissolve over her tongue.
"Burnt and over-brewed, yeah," he said, taking another draw of his own cup.
"It's all about the company though," he added, giving her a playful wink.
"Such a charmer," she said with a half roll of her eyes and giggle, playing it off casually even as she let it melt her inside ever so slightly, loving the compliment. He went back to his tablet, casually sketching something, tempting her to look over at his work, craning her neck to try and see what it was he was working on.
"Yes...?" he said with a knowing glance up to her, knowing she was watching him.
"Just trying to see what you're working on, rather than enjoying my fleeting company," she challenged, flicking her eyebrows up at him in a feisty sort of way. With a joking sigh that told her she could have anything she wanted, he turned to tablet to her to show off some brief but quite detailed concept sketches of character art, with some possible suit or armour designs. A couple were of her, The Wasp, but others were of Ant Man himself and some other characters from the original comics.
"I'm trying to just come up with some new ideas for some of these classic characters and costumes from the old comics," he said, swiftly flicking from the sketches to a few old Ant Man comics he had open to show her what he was looking at, some classic shots of her own character and others in comic books from decades before.
"They're good so far, maybe they can fit them in somewhere," she said, taking them in.
"Maybe for Ant Man 3," he said with a laugh, flipping back to his sketches.
"Whoa, let's get through this one first," she said with an equal laugh, sipping her coffee again as he switched off the screen and put the tablet down.
"I'm sure it's going to be great," he assured her, giving her another genuine smile, and a further flick of his gaze down at her snug suit.
"I hope so, it's fun to work on, really hope it all pays off," she said, looking around as people continued to bustle around them.
"You've got the character down well, I think you're really bringing together a great Wasp persona from the script," he said.
"And your help," she replied, nodding to him to gesture that he couldn't forget his own involvement.
"Well, I don't like to big myself up. You're the one on screen delivering it," he said, looking down a little shyly.
"Hopefully they can fix it all in post," she giggled, making him laugh and breaking the slight tension.
"They'll just make you look even better," he said, draining the rest of his sub-par coffee. They were interrupted by a call back to set, Evie having to finish up and get back into position. Glancing down at her suit, she looked back up to him slyly.
"I'm not sure everyone could handle that," she said with a little flick of her eyebrows, draining the last of her coffee and turning to slide off the seat and walk back into the crowds of workers getting back into place. He just stared after her for a moment, watching her lithe body moving beautifully in the close fitting suit, hugging every gorgeous curve of her body, accentuating her ass. She didn't look back at him, and he gathered up his things and dropped the cups together to take to the bin on his way as he stood up himself and headed back to resume his position on the side of the set. He was given a very privileged position, able to see all the action as they filmed and take in their performance first hand. It was so he could give any advice on the characters as and when, but they didn't really need him much. They just chatted with him between shoots or for a few minutes before or after the days shooting. It was a pretty sweet gig he thought, and he intended to enjoy it as much as possible.
The days just melted past so easily on set, taking it all in. It wasn't his first time on a movie set, but it was his first time being so closely involved with the shoot overall rather than just being essentially a writing adviser, which he was excited for. But it was the fact that he seemed to have clicked so thoroughly with Evangeline Lilly; they just seemed to get on so well, and he couldn't deny having a thing for her that had only got stronger the more time he spent around her. He'd liked her since her days on Lost and now to spend time with her one-on-one every day was a huge stroke of luck. It made going to work every day far more enjoyable.
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The next day, another day on set, he was watching Evie do her thing on set in her snug costume, taking in the curves and detail of her tight body as she worked with stunt coordinators and directors, a few of whom got to put their hands on her fine body. It was nothing sexual, merely work, but it rankled at him a little as he wished he could get his hands on her; he knew he was just one of many though, and it was just a fantasy.
"She looks great huh?" said a female voice, and he turned to see the young costume designer behind him, drinking in Evangeline Lilly with her eyes, taking in her handiwork as the Canadian star worked on set.
"Yeah she does, you did a great job with it," he said, wanting to genuinely share his appreciation for her fantastic work.
"Thanks. Does she look right?" she asked, looking at him quite earnestly.
"How do you mean?" he replied, looking back to Evie under the lights momentarily.
"Like to the character and the comics. Is it right, does it fit in?" she clarified, obviously concerned about the cannon of the story.
"Of course. The Wasp was red and black in some of the older comics, but it was still a similarly tight fitting costume with the same blend of colours and design to it. You've just given it a modern update, like all the characters have had in superhero movies, and it looks great," he said with a smile. She smiled back and looked to the set again herself, taking things in once more.
"It really came out great, but it must be tough to work in up there, all those lights and that tight suit. And she has a corset on underneath, it's gotta be tough," she lamented, appreciating the effort.
"It can be, I know some other actors have complained about the suits, but I understand she has no complaints about it and finds it pretty easy to work in," he said, since he had heard that from her.
"Yeah?" the designer said, smiling as her mood immediately lifted again as he turned away from the set to her.
"So I hear. She seems pretty cool with it, so you've obviously done a good job," he confirmed.
"That's good, really pleases me if people like wearing the stuff I design for them," she said.
"It could be worse, in a lot of the old comics the heroine gets tied up and restrained a lot,"