I Can't Let You Go

2 streets away

The stream filled the entire bathroom, and very soft and quiet moans filtered out of the shower.
"Yes" she tried to not be too loud, and he helped her. Kit placed his palm to her mouth, meanwhile, he was thrusting her from behind.
"Fuck Clarke." he groaned and buried his face to her shoulders. He was so close to cum, and he squeezed her waist with his other hand. When he was just a few thrusts away from his climax, he removed his hand from her mouth, put it to her back, and bend her down to feel her deeper.
"KIT!" she tried to control herself. She tried to remain quiet, but she hated it. She loved to be loud. She loved when he gives her pleasure. She loved to scream his name in ecstasy, but they were not alone. She needed to control herself. Not a minute passed when Kit finally cum and he was squeezing her waist a bit more longer. Emilia slowly straightened herself and turned to him with a smile on her face.
"I hate when you control yourself," he whispered to her mouth and kissed her so wildly.
"You know... You know I have to." she sighed. "Oliver is here and... he is so alone. It must be ... confusing if..."
"Your gold heart." Kit rolled his eyes and caressed her face. "But... how long does he want to stay?"
"Kit. We've talked about it. I can't... I can't just put him out." Emilia tried to escape from his arms and she opened the shower cabinet. She grabbed a towel and wiped herself then put it around to her body. Stood in front of the mirror and adjusted her wet hair.
"Are you offended now?" Kit stepped out of the shower too and raised his eyes at her.
"I just don't want to start this debate again." Em took a deep breath.
"I am not debating." Kit raised his voice and spread his arms.
"You are yelling with me." she turned to him and leaned to the sink.
"I am not..." Kit pulled a face and closed his eyes for a moment. "I am not yelling. I just want to understand why ... "
"Why do I help a friend?" Emilia shrugged and asked him so sarcastically.
"Why he doesn't feel that he is a confounding factor?" he answered immediately without thinking.
"This is my house and if I want... all my friends can live here. As long as they want." she hissed and walked out of the bathroom.
"Great." Kit took a deep breath and leaned to the sink. Raised his eyes at himself through the mirror. He did not want to start a debate he just... wanted to be alone with her. But Oliver was there. At nights when they were lying on the couch in the living room when they had breakfast when they rearranged a room in the house. And he even broke into it with his own opinion like it was his own home. His mind was racing. The last thing he wanted is to have a fight with Emilia because of him, but he had less and less patience for Oliver.

She stormed to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and slammed the door after she took a bottle of water.
"Whoa." Oliver was there too but she did not even notice at first. "You look nervous."
"I am not nervous," she answered a bit odiously and poured a glass of water for herself.
"Did you have a fight again?" Oliver raised his brow.
"Again? You say it like we're constantly fighting." Emilia rolled her eyes and raised the glass to her mouth.
"If I want to be honest.. " Oliver lowered his head. "I hear you having a fight or having sex. Which is cool but..." he shrugged his shoulders.
"Okay, I have enough." She slapped the glass to the counter. "If you have some problem with each other solve it and leave me out of it." she almost shouted with him and stormed out of the kitchen. Maybe the thing they were locked together every day of the week was too much for them. If she'd want to be honest, she also would like to be alone. Alone with Kit or just by herself. The three of them just can't work, but she won't put his friend on the streets. She walked to the living room and stopped in front of the bookshelf. She was looking at her book collection and her fingers were running through those. She pulled out one of those and opened it. She read all of the books already. When she was alone... earlier... years ago ... she usually spent her days reading. With some black tea, with a plaid on her lap. In silence. Now there were two males in that house, and it seemed it was too much. For everyone.

She heard the bark of Teddy and she turned in the direction. Kit was standing there fully dressed with his bag on his side. There was a sad smile on his face.
"So that is how you solve it? Leaving? Great" she rolled her eyes and placed the book back on the shelf.
"I... I'm going home for a day or two." he nodded. "It'll be good for both of us." he didn't believe he was right either, but he tried to make a sane decision.
"I can't believe that is how you solve it." she shook her head and lowered it.
"I don't want to fight with you. I love you more than fight with you for this. For a nonsense thing."
"You make it a big deal," Em answered a bit sarcastically. "Not me."
"I just want to be with you."
"You are with me." Emilia spread her arms.
"Do not tell me that situation is good for you." Kit sighed and staring at her. "I... I'll be two streets away. I can come back whenever you want," he added.