I Can't Let You Go

Dissent

He was snoring. Loudly. Em turned to his direction and started to caress his face. He was frowning but did not wake up. Em giggled a bit about him. He was staring at him. They have to go to do some press on that day. Separated of course. Dan and David drew their attention, they cannot give joint interviews. Because of themselves... because to avoid questions and shady comments. Maybe they are right, and this is the best way. People already crazy about them. To be together... if they do joint interviews it just... make the fans crazy. They wanted to avoid gossips, not to feed them. She thought back to the shootings again. That time she would have not thought ... that in a year later, they'll be in this situation. They handled that friend thing so well. Or at least they acted it in that way.

S8 SHOOTINGS - BELFAST

"It seems we'll have another day off." Em was looking out at the window. It was a massive snowing outside. She was sipping her tea. 
"Here. I found one." Kit placed a warm jumper to her back. "I couldn't believe you did not bring any warm clothes with you." 
"I did." Em raised her eyes at him and smiled "Those are just... not warm enough." she stated and grabbed the edge of the jumper and slipped into it. His scent immediately slapped his nose. 
"Well you are lucky, that I am here." he smiled then walked back to the couch. "So day off. That means we are going to watch some more movies." he sat down and turned on the tv. 
"Maybe I should not spend my whole day with you, again. People will misunderstand it." Emilia sighed. 
"Clarke, you got cold. You need me to take care of you. Or you're gonna make tea for yourself?" Kit raised his eyebrow.
"I can make a tea" she answered pouting, then sneezed enormously, and poured out some tea from her mug. Kit started to laugh about her. He stood up, take the mug from her hand, and placed it to the table. 
"You are miserable Clarke when you got cold. Go. Sit to the couch, and do not make any moves." Kit was smiling at her. 
"You will get this cold, and Dan will kill me if you can't do the night shoots." she wiped her nose. 
"That is my problem, not yours." He leaned closer and gave a kiss to her forehead. "Sit down, before you destroy something else than just the carpet." he caressed her cheek. Emilia looked into his eyes. She never thought they'll manage their relationship... in this way. They are just friends. Even if in her mind... she thought many times about their wild nights, but those were in their past. Kit proposed Rose, and after they finish with the shooting they're going to marry. But at least... she has him forever, as his friend. Guess it is better than lose him forever. She walked to the couch and pulled his sweater to her, even more. Then not a minute later, he put a blanket to her legs. 
"Because you are sick, you can choose the movie." He handed the controller to her hand. 
"You will regret it," Em answered.
"I know." he caressed her head. He really can treat her as his sister. It was weird but also a good thing. She had no idea that time, that he never stopped loving her... they both hid their real emotions too well. 

----------------------------------------------------

"Morning," she whispered to him when he opened his eyes. "You know we have to go soon, right?" she sighed. 
"Do not screw it, Clarke" he sighed, and made a face. 
"I just..."
He did not let her finish her sentence, just snuggled closer to her, kiss her, and locked her into his arms. Em giggled and her head rested on his chest. There were many things that they have to talk about. Many. Rose. Her new plans. The last night, but all those things would just ruin the moment. 
"I hope you slept well. You were quite hysterical at night." he teased her, while his eyes were still closed. 
"That was before daybreak. Almost 4 am," she answered and caressed his chest. 
"You are a bit difficult to handle when you are tired." 
"Seriously, you are the one who tells me this?" she raised her head, but he shut her mouth again with a kiss. 
"I love you." his hand was on her cheek and he caressed it with his finger. Em gave a kiss to his palm. 
"I am leaving in the morning." she took a deep breath. 
"What?" Kit immediately came to his mind. 
"My mom. She called me, and tomorrow I have to be in London. We'll have a meeting because of my charity, and paperwork. I have to be there." she explained.
"But... I thought..." Kit searched the words.
"You're coming home too... in a few days. Right?" Em smiled at him "And then we'll arrange things and ... then you can come back to the US and log in to the rehabilitation center." 
"Almost." Kit made a face.
"What do you mean?" she sat up on the bed.
"Don't be nervous." Kit started.
"Well, that is exactly the sentence that makes me nervous," Em answered and staring at him.
"There will be a premiere in Belfast. For Game of Thrones."
"Yes, and we agreed to not going to attend." Em rolled her eyes. 
"I have to." Kit sighed.
"No, you don't. You have to go to that rehabilitation center. Sooner is better. The past few days were not just hard for you. Do you think I enjoy watching you destroying yourself?"
"Em please." Kit sat up on the bed too. "HBO insists at least one of us attend. We are the leads. You, Lena and Peter, rejected. I can't." 
"Who cares?" 
"Maybe you forget, but our contract is still alive. And we don't need another conflict. I go there, show up, smiling around, and then I can go to that Health Center." Kit caressed her shoulder.
"You do everything just to delay it." Em shook her head and stood up. 
"That is not true." he rolled his eyes.
"You better get up, or we gonna late," Em stated then walked into the bathroom. Kit took a deep breath and laid back to the bed. Placed his hand to his forehead. That is not exactly how he imagined their morning. 

Emilia was taking a shower. She was standing under the jet of water and sighed. She did not want to argue with him, but she knew... more time he is going to spend with Rose... the worse it gets. She wanted nothing else, just the best for him. For them. She felt how his hand was sliding towards her belly, and he stepped closer. His naked chest pressed to her back. She closed her eyes, while he placed his other hand on her cheek. Kit turned her face to himself by her chin and started to kiss her neck, then closer and closer to her lips. Emilia did not resist. She wanted those kisses, she wanted those touches. She was tense and nervy ... and meanwhile, she could've killed him... she loved him more than anything. She let him direct her face... turned her to himself ... and they were standing face to face, without any words. They looked into each other's eyes and they did not break that eye contact for a second. Kit slowly leaned closer and kissed her soft, mellow lips. He just barely touched it. Then he repeated that move, again and again, meanwhile, that small kiss became a deep and wild one. Emilia placed her arms around his neck and he grabbed her by her waist, while their lips were stuck together. Kit pressed her to the wall, and Em grabbed his hair, then bit his lip. He hissed, then look into her eyes again. He felt how her hands were finding the way to his hard manhood. When she took it into her palms Kit closed his eyes. She started to jerk his dick off with a lust smile on her face. He wanted to stop her first, but it was a too good feeling. She smiled a bit at him, then leaned closer and kissed his neck, while her hand was moving faster on his tough dick. "Em" he groaned and suddenly grabbed her wrist. Squeezed her hands over her head to the wall. She was staring at his eyes. The desire, the passion... even the anger were clearly seen in those enchanting emerald eyes. They were panting and wanted to turn their minds off. Kit suddenly let her hands go and grabbed her by her butt. Lifted her up, and she clasped her legs around his waist, while his erected dick immediately finds the way into her wet pussy. 

"Yes," She moaned loudly and clutched to his neck, while he was thrusting her. She was so slight, he could barely feel her weight. He was moving with her so easily. In and out... while her nails dug into his back. They were wild, passionate... without limits. Without shame. They wanted to enjoy each other at that moment. Even if that was not right, not the best choice... even if they had misunderstandings. Kit thrust her more violently with every second, and Emilia's screams became louder too with those thrusts. "YES! Fucking YES!" 
"Cum for me" he groaned into her mouth, and he did not stop for a second. "Cum for me." he groaned again 
"YES!" her enjoying scream filled the whole bathroom. He was not sure, others did not hear it in the hotel. After some more thrusts, he followed her and cumming too. Right into her pulsating, warm pussy. He slowly released her and placed her leg to the floor. They barely could breathe, the hot water evaporated the room. Their forehead met and she placed her hand to his chest. 

"I love you," he whispered to her, and she raised her eyes at him. 
"I know" she answered with a small smile and kissed him again.
"I'll call them. Right after I am back from Belfast. Okay?" he was caressing her cheek "For us. This is my only chance, to not lose you."
"At least you understand that." she swallowed. 
"Although I think you would never leave me." he smiled a bit and teased her.
"Do not play with fire, Harington." she raised her eyebrows then looked down. He was ready for more again. There were visible signs, how much he wanted her. Just as she wanted him. "We should go and... " she tried to avoid to look his cock. "Get dressed." 
"You really want to leave in the morning?" he stepped closer, his body pressed against her body, she felt how his hard manhood slid between her tights. 
"I have to." she sighed. "Probably I have to leave you at the recording. I can't stay the whole night long."
"Maybe it is better in that way." he smiled a bit.
"What do you mean?" Emilia frowned. 
"If you spend too much time with her... there is a chance you'll kill her or scratch her eyes out. Or slap her in front of everyone," he explained and making faces. 
"I can control myself." Em acted sulk and her eyes went back to his chest. She felt how he was moving his hip, and with those moves, he was moving his cock too between her tights. 
"We're gonna be late," she whispered. 
"Do you think I care?" he licked her lips. "But you just said... you can control yourself," he smirked, and his hands were sliding down on her body, stopped at her hip. 
"I can," she whispered. "When I want to." 
"And what do you want now?" his lips barely touched her lips and she felt how he was holding her by her hip. 
"Maybe we still have a couple of minutes. If it is enough." Emilia raised her eyebrow. 
"I will do everything," he answered, and with a sudden move, he turned her and pressed her hands to the wall. She immediately took a bow and standing wide open, and Kit did not wait for any second longer, just thrust his dick to the right place. Again. Many times. Wildly.