I Can't Let You Go

The Gift

LONDON

Kit looked around in the flat and checked everything. She is coming home. Soon. Finally. It did not matter he saw her on Wednesday... he misses her. Especially her touches and kisses. Her birthday in Paris did not goes in the way he planned. He checked the small box. He did not have an opportunity to give her the watch, but he did not mind it. She was cute while she was drunk, and she deserved it. A night when she can let every headache away and just enjoy it. He already hated that she'll only spend a couple of days at home, then she's going to leave again. This time to the US. He wished he can go with her, but he has to work too. The reading rehearsals continue for his new movie, and they'll start filming soon. He checked the clock. 11.00 am. Her plane already landed. She must be home at any minute. He offered he'll pick her up at the airport, but she refused it. Probably she still felt ashamed because of her birthday. She should not have to. He was not mad. Not at all. Not after the many things that she has done for him in the past years, not after she stood next to him in the hardest periods. It was just a drunk night. He worried more because of her eating habits. He sat down at the kitchen and started to roll the gallery on his phone. There were many pics from their summer vacation, some pics in his flat. In her flat. He smiled. His phone was full of their pics together, and of course many pics of just Emilia. He loved to take pictures of her, even if she hated it sometimes. He never took pictures of Rose. He had no idea why. It was just... not that important for him. When they were together, she was the one who mentioned they should do some pictures together, but he never holds her in the way as he holds Emilia in his arms. To be honest, he had no idea why the hell he even started that relationship with her. Perhaps because of the expectations of his father. He always wanted him to ... be proud of him. He fought for his recognition for years. Now, he just doesn't care about it anymore. He heard how the door opened and he immediately raised his head and waited to spot her in the kitchen door. She walked with her huge suitcase further into the flat, and she glanced at the kitchen. 

"You are here," she stated with a small smile. She looked tired, but her eyes were shining. Kit stood up and walked to her, placed his arms around her, and squeezed her close. 
"Where the hell would I be?" he asked her quietly and kissed her forehead. He felt her hands on his back and he can't do anything else just smiling. 
"Am I really having a party tonight?" she sighed. 
"I am afraid, yes." Kit laughed a bit. "Lola took care of everything, and I made sure that the house is clean. We ordered the food, and the drinks." he was caressing her back. 
"I don't want to hear about any drinks." she buried her face to his chest, and he laughed again. 
"I would place a bet on it," he stated, and leaned back, to see her face. "You should have some rest. Before the shooting." he placed his hands to her cheek.
"I took a little over myself. I think." she took a deep breath. She felt how her phone was vibrating. Kit released her, and she checked it. "Gosh." she smiled when she saw the message.
"What is it?" Kit raised his brow.
"Jason. I totally forgot he'll be there at Graham." she giggled. "I haven't seen him for months."  she looked excited, but Kit's reaction was totally different. "I'll ask him, maybe he wants to join my birthday" she walked inside the kitchen. 
"Are you sure it is a good idea?" Kit sighed.
"He is my friend, and I was also there on his birthday. When you said you are too tired and you didn't come with me. Remember?" she raised her brow and staring at him. 
"I do." he rolled his eyes. Emilia kept her eyes on her and placed her phone to the counter. She stood up and walked back to him. 
"Do not tell me you are still jealous of Jason." she looked into his eyes and made a cute face. "There was nothing between us. Ever." she giggled. 
"I know." he rolled his eyes. 
"Really? because it does not look like that." she kept her eyes on his face. 
"I just hate ... when he continuously makes those ... jokes ... and teasing me with you, and give those ... equivocal notes to you." he explained. 
"He is... just like that. And I owe him. I mean..." she sighed and sat back to the chair. "Without him... I have no idea how I'd do the first season. I remember quite well, how many times he saved me when the directors came with those ideas, I should do this scene and that scene... without clothes. They did not dare to argue with him when he stood by my side." she spread her arms "Yes, he is a kind harsh and loud and... you are totally two different types of men. But... I love him. As my friend... He is my friend." she lowered her head. "But I love you. Not just as my friend." she raised her eyes at him and smiled. A grin appeared on his face and stepped closer.
"Then how?" he stepped closer.
"You are my life Harington." she placed her palms to his chest. "And you should kiss me finally. I swear I brushed my teeth many times since that night." she giggled and he pressed his lips to her lips. 
"We should order some more beers if he is really coming," he stated between two kisses, and they laughed again.

Emilia went to take a shower, and Kit was sitting in her bedroom and waiting for her, with the little box in his hand. He wanted to give it to her before she leaves. He did not want to wait with it any longer. 
"My God. That shower did really good. I needed it." she came out of the bathroom in a towel. "What is the time?" she glanced at Kit.
"Only 12." 
"Anything wrong? Is it still the Jason thing? Kit, I thought..." Emilia started
"No. No... it is... just ... come here." he stretched his hand towards her, and she took it, then he pulled her to his lap. He rotated the box in his hand. "I wanted to give this to you, in Paris, but... the circumstances were not the best. I planned to have an amazing night with you, and ... surprise you with this, but ... you've changed my plans, and you were in a hurry in the morning. So... I decided to give this to you when you come home." he explained, and he was still holding the box in his hand. "So... I just wanted to say. Happy Birthday, Clarke." he raised his eyes at her and smiled. 
"What is it?" she asked him and took it from his hand. 
"Not another ring. You've already got one." he stated "But I hope you'll ... wear it that much, as you wear your ring." he shrugged his shoulders and watched her reaction. She opened the box and she forgot to breathe when she saw the watch. 
"Kit." she almost whispered his name. "It... it... you should not spend that much..."
"It worth it. If it makes you happy, it worth it. Original, and as they barely produced a few pieces of the women version... it was not easy to get one, but ..." he stated, but he couldn't finish his sentence, because she kissed him. 
"You have no idea what it means to me." she couldn't stop smiling. "It is amazing." she looked back to the watch. 
"That is it right? The type which your dad loved so much?" he leaned to her shoulder. 
"It is." she nodded and checked his wrist. He has the male version on his hand. "So we have a twin watch?" she grabbed his wrist. 
"I am afraid we have." he nodded and laughed. Emilia did not say another word, just kissed him again, and pushed him down on the bed, sat to his lap, during that kiss. The towel fell down from her body, and Kit felt her naked skin with his palms again. His hands were running up and down on her back, and he did not want to stop with that passionate kiss. She pulled herself up and sat to his lap. She was beautiful. He felt how her hands were searching the end of his belt, and started to open it. 

"I thought you are tired." he frowned, but she just bit her lower lip. 
"I think I owe you with something," she whispered and she tried to pull his pants down. He raised his hip to help her, and the next moment he felt the heat around his cock. The heat of her mouth. She sucked it and moaned. Slowly. It did not take a minute and his dick became rock hard. She smirked and continued. She swallowed his manhood in her mouth, then let it out, and again. Kit felt lucky. He did not expect that. He thought she wants nothing else just have some sleep before the interview. He did not want to force her to have sex with him. She just arrived and... he forgot his thoughts. He forgot everything else, he only cared about those lips around his sex. She couldn't control herself for too long. She became fiercer with every move, and he had no idea how long he can keep his climax back. That week was too long, and they did not have sex before she left. He grabbed her hair and pushed his sex more into her mouth. She just moaned louder, sexier and she adored it. 
"Yes. Fuck. Oh, yeah." he groaned and she looked at him, meanwhile, she was still sucking him. "I love you. Do it. Suck it Em. Yes." he felt how every inch of his body tightened and he couldn't hold it anymore. "Now. Now!" he warned her, and she let him spread himself in her mouth. Swallowed it. Every damn drop of his juice. She felt how his fingers released her hair and he placed his hand next to his body, on the bed. She wiped her lips, and climbed next to him. He placed his arms around her and kissed her forehead, meanwhile she was caressing his ABS under his shirt. 
"Why did you owe me?" Kit tried to form words.
"Because of the gift. And... because of I ... I couldn't thank you that you came to Paris for my birthday." she giggled. Kit was just caressing her back. 
"If I would have known that is how you say thank you... I would go everywhere after you." he laughed and turned his head to her. Her eyes were closed and she looked like an angel in his arms. He reached over her and pulled the blanket to their body. 
"Thank you," she whispered with closed eyes. She was tired. She really wanted to sleep, but she wanted to show him how much she loves him, and she knew how much he loves when she sucks his dick. Kit pulled the other side of the blanket to his body and he stayed with her. He was not tired he did not want to sleep, but he did not want to leave her there either. It was the best way to spend the day. Together. That is what he missed the most. Not the sex, but Emilia. His Emilia. In his arms, and she is going to leave again in a couple of days. He wished to skip some years when they don't have to care about anything else. Just themselves... and their future family.