I Can't Let You Go

Bake

"Kit Stop!" Emilia giggled and tried to escape from his arms when he kissed her neck from behind. "Focus!" she warned him but she couldn't remain too serious. She giggled and applied the cream to his nose. "The oven is almost ready." she glanced at him and rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, but ... after those weeks, I couldn't care less about those cakes," he whispered to her ear.
"Well Harington." she grabbed a plate and pushed it to his hands. "If you had informed me about your arrival... I organize my day differently. But I have to finish with those cakes because the courier soon arrives and the charity is waiting." she raised a brow.
"Let Oliver handle the cakes." he stepped closer and placed one of his arms around her waist.
"Nope." Em leaned closer and kissed his lips quickly. "Oliver handles Ted. And not the cakes." she rolled her eyes and started to mix the eggs.
"Since when you can bake anyway?" Kit sat at the counter and wondered.
"I needed something that... distract my attention." she continued beating the eggs. "From you, from this virus situation and everything. And the charity works hard. We help the nurses, the doctors. Everyone who works hard in this period." she shook her arm. "You should help, instead of sitting there and staring at me." she sighed and handed the huge bowl to him. "If you help, we finish sooner, and then maybe I can break time for you." she giggled.
"Maybe?" he smiled at her and continued to make foam.
"Maybe." she shrugged and turned to the other side of the counter. "So... instead of wanting me to put to the bed..."
"I did not say I want to go to the bed. We never had sex in the... oh... I am wrong. We did."
"Kit." she glanced at him again above her shoulder.
"Okay. I stop" he laughed. "But I missed teasing you." he put his finger to the foam and tasted it.
"We are not alone in case you forget that. So ... " she stretched her arms towards him to get the bowl, and he gave it to her.
"So... " he looked out of the kitchen door to see Oliver is around or not. "how long does he stay?" he asked quietly.

"I don't know. But he can stay as long as he wants. The house is big enough. We... made a painter's room for him. He spends most of his days there." she did not even turn to him.
"But don't you think it is weird." Kit raised his brow.
"No. He is a friend. He used to live in a trailer because most of his life is ... consist of adventure. He is different. And that is cool I think. He never wanted to follow the rules or live a normal life. Why is this a problem?" she shook her head.
"First of all, because I couldn't spend the past few weeks with you." Kit took a deep breath. "Do not misunderstand me. I like Oliver. I never had a problem with him but..."
"Then you should stop right now." Emilia looked at him and warned him in a bit serious way. "He is a friend, and I'd never let a friend down."
"Can I tell my opinion about it?" Kit spread his arms.
"If you come up with some jealousy thing ..." Em sighed.
"No. No, it is not about that. More... I don't want him to take advantage of the situation. Not in that way." he tried to make his words clear "But... does he even try to find some place, where he can go?" he frowned.
"It is a lockdown in case you forget. He can't move anywhere." Emilia crossed her arms. "Seriously Kit. It is my house. He is my friend. If I let him he can stay years. Okay? That is my decision, not yours. Seriously you talk like..." she stopped with her sentence, and hesitated. "Lola called you," she stated. She realized at that moment. "Right?"
"She said you did not listen to her when she wanted to tell her opinion," he admitted and lowered his head.
"What the hell is your problem with Oliver seriously?" she frowned.
"Nothing. Really. I just... just... want you to pay attention to the small details. That is all." Kit lowered his voice.

Emilia rolled her eyes and continued with the baking. She hacked and she was nervous. She did not even answer him.
"I did not want to hurt your feelings. Clarke." Kit tried to get her attention, but she did not say a word. "Em." he stood up and walked to her. "Baby." he leaned to her cheek and gave a kiss to it.
"Oliver is a good friend. He just has a ... hard period in his life. He shouldn't be condemned." she whispered to him.
"You were right. You can do anything you want. Especially with your house." He forced her to turn to him and facing with him. "I just... Lola doesn't want anything bad either." he placed his hand on her cheek.
"I know... Oliver asked for money from her and ... he still didn't give it back. Lola is mad at him. I know." she explained.
"The oven" Kit reminded her.
"Fuck" her eyes wide opened and began to hurry to put those cakes to it. Kit took a step back from her and just staring at that small little bean, jumping around in the kitchen with messy hair, oversized jumper and still she was the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. She leaned forward and put the tray to the oven then straightened herself and turned to Kit who was still looking at her longingly.
"What is it?" she frowned.