I Can't Let You Go

Concern

"Would you please stop playing the kitchen fairy, and come to the bedroom?" Kit walked closer to her in his robe. His hair was disheveled, and he still had some hoops under his eyes. Emilia poured a cup of tea for him and turned to Kit with it. 
"Drink it." She smiled at him. "And we have to measure the fever." she placed one of her palms to his forehead. "Yeah." she nodded and wanted to go to get the thermometer, but Kit stepped to her way. 
"Clarke. I am fine." he smiled at her, and placed the tea on the counter. "What is going on?" he placed his hands on her shoulder and staring at her face.
"You are... ill and I am here to help." she sighed and smiled. "And it is important to keep your temperature low and..." she tried to explain. 
"You act weird." Kit raised a brow. 
"I am... I... " Emilia lowered her head. "I..." she bit her lower lip. 
"You think I did not just get cold right? You are afraid, that I've got that new virus thing or what. That spreads in Italy. Right?" Kit was staring at her face but she did not look at him. "Milly?" he placed his finger to her chin and raised her head up. "If that is the case, you shouldn't be here because it is more dangerous for you than to me." he smiled. "But I am just cold. Okay? Nothing more. Nothing serious." he leaned closer and kissed her forehead. 
"I love you. And... I... " she shrugged.
"You are adorable, baby. That is why I love you so much." he laughed a bit. 
"It is not funny. You can't be sure that it is not that. I mean it ... there are several cases in Italy, and who knows, you've met a lot of people and you can easily..." Emilia blurted but Kit did not hesitate any longer and shut her mouth with his lips. 
"Have you finished?" Kit rubbed his nose to hers. 
"You should take it more seriously." Em sighed.
"I will I promise. But right now... I want one thing." he took a deep breath.
"I am not going to have sex with you, Harington. You should rest." she raised her brow.
"I am not talking about sex. Okay, I think about that but... I want to lay down on the bed, with you. Hold you in my arms." he pulled her closer "Kiss you, and ... If you stay with me I promise I'll be fine tomorrow." he smiled. 
"Fine." Em rolled her eyes with a small smile. "I'll be there in five minutes. Until then... thermometer," she added and turned back to the counter and wiped it, then started to wash the dishes.

Kit sighed and walked back to his room. Grabbed the thermometer and laid down on the bed. Turned the TV on. On the news, the reporter was talking about that new virus again. It's getting more serious day by day. He was watching it quietly and with a serious face.  Emilia stopped at his door with some snack in her hand and she also turned to the tv. That news was worrying. 
"See it is still not here." Kit turned to her and checked the thermometer. "And I don't have any fever anymore." 
"Great." Emilia smiled. "So ..." she stepped closer. 
"If you're going to say, in that case, you can leave... " he stretched his arm towards her. "You can't." he laughed. "I won't let you go now you are here." 
Emilia answered with a quiet giggle and placed the snack on the counter next to the bed. Kit grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bed. 
"I can stay today. At least for a while longer." she smiled at him and he was caressing her cheek. 
"Forever is a while longer." Kit answered. 
"Kit." she lowered her head. "You know I want to stay, and... you know we made that decision together." she bit her lip. "And we broke our agreement at the second time by now." she was caressing his chest.
"Just the second? That is not bad at all." he laughed a bit, and tried to make a joke of the situation. 
"Kit." Emilia sighed.
"I can't live without you. Is that a sin?" he looked into her eyes. 
"Ask her. I am sure in her opinion it is." Em pulled a face. 
"I don't care about her opinion." he sat up and leaned closer to her. "I asked you. Not her," he whispered. 
"We both go to hell." Emilia laughed a bit, and pulled him back to the bed, and kissed him. She placed herself on his lap and leaned over his body and she was kissing him wildly. 
"I thought you ..." Kit tried to speak between those kisses "I thought you don't want to have sex with me." he laughed a bit.
"I did not say I don't want it... I just said... I am not going to have sex with you because you are sick and have fever and..." she teased him. 
"Well... I don't have any fever." he shrugged. 
"That is a good sign," she admitted and caressed his chest. "And ..." her hand was sliding down on his body and grabbed his cock under the robe. "As I feel you are more than ready for me." she moved her hand on it up and down. Slowly. "But. I can't take advantage of a sick man. That would be ...awful. Abuse my position." she bit her lower lip and smiled at him. 
"I wouldn't...." Kit tried to form an answer, meanwhile, she was moving her hand faster on his manhood. "I wouldn't mind it." he swallowed quite a big one.