I Can't Let You Go

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"Yes, mom. I am fine." he was talking on his phone, meanwhile opening his flat door. His bag almost fell off from his shoulder. The plane trip was long, but he finally was there. At home. After those long months, but he already knew it worth it. He felt better. He felt balanced and fine and he did not even want to see any alcohol or drugs around. He felt himself strong and he knew soon he'll meet with Emilia again. "Sure, I'll go at the weekend but dad won't be home right?" Kit continued the phone talk and closed the door behind himself. "Mom, I am not doing anything, I just... I don't care about his thoughts, that I am a mess, and how I screwed up my life, anyway he told me I am not even his son anymore." he sighed and placed his keys to the cabinet, and throw his bag to the corner. He wanted nothing else just a warm bath and some rest. He walked towards the kitchen, probably there is nothing that he can eat, but he checked the fridge and his mouth fall open. It was full. "Kit? Kit? Are you still here?" he remained in silence, and his mother tried to get answer from him. "Yeah, I... I'll call you later, okay? Love ya" he smiled a bit, and he analyzed his fridge. Fruits, milk, water, many organic foods, and a small paper. He took it and opened it. "Do not get used to it, E." He laughed a bit, of course, it was Emilia. Who else. She always took care of him, even before, when they were not together, together. But it was better. He felt she is the woman who means the home for him. He looked at his phone again and dialed her. 
"Harington." she started with her beautiful tinkling voice. 
"I wanted to thank you." he sighed. "You should not have..."
"As I wrote, do not get used to it." she giggled. "So that means you are at home."
"Just arrived." he nodded "When I can see you?"
"Not in that hurry baby." Emilia answered, "You didn't want to tell me when you come, and I have other plans for today."
"I wanted to surprise you." Kit took a deep breath. 
"Mentioning surprises. There is another surprise waiting for you in your flat." Em was so mysterious.
"Really? So you didn't just charge my fridge? What is it?" Kit was curious.
"You'll see but you have to find it." Emilia giggled. "You know what? I help. Tell me where you are and I'll tell you it is cold or hot." 

"What kind of game are you playing with me, Clarke?" He asked her on the phone.
"Do you want the surprise or not?" Em teased him.
"Fine." He rolled his eyes. "I am in the kitchen." 
"Very cold baby. Very very cold" she continuously giggling. 
"Okay, then I go upstairs."
"Probably, this will be a good idea," Emilia stated. "It will be warmer upstairs."
"Upper bathroom." Kit turned to his bathroom door
"You may need it, after that travel." she nodded. "But still not too hot. Though if you wanna start there..."
"Clarke" Kit was tired, and he started to lose his patience. 
"You don't like to play a game, Harington?" 
"I want some sleep." he admitted and took a deep breath.
"Then why don't we put that phone down, and you can go to your bedroom and sleep?" she asked him, and that moment Kit stopped and frowned. He remained in silence and started to walk towards his bedroom, and placed his hand to the door handle. He moved it slowly. 
"I think it is hot now. Very hot," he whispered to the phone and he opened the door. 
"It is very hot," Emilia answered to him, but they did not need the phone anymore. She was there, laying on his bed in a robe and looking at him with a smile on her face.
"What are you doing here?" Kit smiled at her and stepped closer. She climbed down from the bed and bit her lower lip. 
"You don't want me to be here?" she asked him and her hands were resting on the bow of the robe. 
"How did you know?" he was standing right in front of her and stared her face.
"I have my methods." she raised her eyes at him. "So... do you want me to go home? Or...?" 
Kit placed his hand to her waist and pulled her close, and he finally kissed her lips. 
"That is a no?" she smiled and whispered to his mouth.
"You are full of surprises." he nodded and kissed her lips again, then turned with her and placed her to the bed, laid over her. He untied the bow with one hand, and he forgot to breathe. 
"Yeah, full with surprises." his eyes stuck on her body. She was wearing red-black lingerie and garter. "What if it is not me? Or ... what if Rose comes here and...?" he looked into her eyes.
"She is at home. In Scotland. But you really want to talk about her right now?" she raised her eyebrow. 
"How can you be so sure?" he wanted to be cautious.
"Kit... you ruin the moment, I hope you know that." Emilia sighed, and rolled her eyes. 
"Sorry. I just..." he caressed her chest with his finger. "I wanted to go to your home, it is ... safer. Spend time there."
"Do you trust me or not? Many things happened since you were in Connecticut. Believe me, we don't risk anything here." Emilia answered, but she saw in his face he still has doubts. She pushed him a bit away and sat up on the bed. She pulled the robe together on her body and tied it again. "You know what, it was a bad idea." she stood up but Kit followed her and grabbed her arm.