More than a Friendship

XIII - 2019 - Santa (P'1)

Scotland - 24th December 2019

1:19pm

"Hey...love...we are here..." Kit whispered, softly squeezing Emilia's right hand. She was sleeping so keenly...and he was feeling relatively guilty for being the one forced to wake her up from a rest he knew she was enjoying. Her head was leaned on his left shoulder...and they had just arrived his family house...after some tiring hours of driving and giggling they had finally made it. It had been both decision to spend the night in the North, jointly with Kit's family, since Emilia's mother still had some few...issues with Kit. Nevertheless, Kit's father wasn't also that fond of Emilia...however the connection Emilia had with Kit's father (David) was surely better than the one Kit had with Emilia's mother, for in conclusion they had decided that Scotland would certainly be the best place.

Even though she was sleeping at that moment, Kit had already noticed her nerves as she had been there like that...almost as Kit's spouse. The last few times she had been with Kit's family had been quite delightful and warm...but now that both had been so vividly dreaming of a new life, she couldn't help but feel a light knot on her throat each time she would think about it.

"Millie..love...wake up...we are here..." He tried once again, kissing her forehead and pulling some few hair strands behind her ears.

She yawned at last, her sleepy eyes glancing at him with a slight yet comprehensible hint of annoyance, and her fists were rubbing her eyes.

"What happened?" Emilia tiredly asked, regaining her senses and broadening her eyes to acquire a better view of the monstrous man who had just woken her up from her dreams.

"We're here Millie...on time...for once..." Kit joked, smirking at the bubbly face who was still trying to get a better view of his face. She snuggled herself back on her seat, pulling a blanket closer to her body as she didn't want to leave the car to meet the freezing temperatures of the snowy weather.

"Five minutes more...please?" Emilia kindly asked, her nose and mouth covered with the grey blanket as her words had been muffled with her tiredness. He couldn't really deny her request...seeing her so cozy on that environment...and almost that forcing her to meet his family...and to meet also an ambient that not even him was sure of...

"I guess five minutes won't make difference..." Kit nodded, tugging her head for a delicate kiss before letting her drift to sleep once again. He grabbed her phone, taking some random pics of himself to keep him entertained...for what he was sure that would be more than just five minutes.

1:47pm

"Kitty..." He started, weakly shaking her shoulders, pressing his lips on her forehead.

"Miss Harington...we are late already...I can't give you more five minutes..." Kit quietly announced, sliding his left index finger on her red cheek.

"You are evil..." She whispered, angrily turning her body to the other side, avoiding his face.

"For what?" Kit cheerfully asked, smirking.

"For waking up a queen like me..." She giggled, pulling the blanket over the tip of her nose, her sleepiness slowly vanishing.

"Well...every King needs a Queen on his bed..." Kit jokingly replied, slipping his hands inside his crimson gloves, blowing a breeze of warm breath between his hands to keep himself warm. She slowly turned her body towards him, smiling at him in incredulity...gawking at his words.

"You definitely only think about sex Harington...you could try to control yourself more often you know..."

"I think I could...but the real question here is...should I try to control myself more often?" Kit broodingly questioned and Emilia just kept silent...knowing that her hidden desires wouldn't something like that to happen.