I Can't Let You Go

Lights

Emilia arrived home so late, or too early. When she checked the clock it was 3 am. Kit left her a message on her phone, that he went home, and he wished her to enjoy the night. She knew something must have happened with his parents, but she was too tired when she got home. She needed to sleep. Not to mention she drank one more martini that she should. She usually never drinks, but Emma did not let her say no, and they danced a lot that night. Maybe it was better in this way. That she went there alone, and Kit was not around. She would have been just more nervous and strained, and she was sure Rose would have stayed there to destroy their night if Kit would have been there. She fell asleep quite quickly, and only wake up around 10 am. She smelled some delicious scent, and she knew that moment that Kit is already there. She quickly put some clothes on and jumped out of her bed, almost run down on the stairs. She was right. Kit was in the kitchen and making her some pancakes. He did not notice that she is there. Emilia walked to him quietly and slowly slid her arms around his body and squeeze him close.
"Good morning." Kit smiled and turned the pancake on the pan, then he turned to his love. "You slept so peacefully, I did not want to wake you up." He caressed her cheek.
"I am so glad you are here." Emilia squeezed him close, so tightly and placed her cheek to his chest.
"What happened?" Kit raised his brow
"Why?" Em asked him quietly. "Can't I just love you?" she shrugged her shoulders.
"You know it is me right? Your best friend for the past 10 years. I know when you are hiding something." Kit caressed her back.
"I hate to sleep alone. I realized it tonight." she sighed.
"Sure." Kit laughed a bit "Between two snores?"
"I am not snoring." Emilia raised her eyes at him and pulled a face. Kit continued laughing.
"You do honey." he answered "And I adore when you are snoring. It helps me to sleep better."
"Liar." Em giggled a bit, and Kit leaned closer to her. He did not take his eyes off of her. No man can look her in the way, as Kit does. With that much love and adoration. She stepped a little toe to reach his mouth, and she kissed his lips.
"Fuck" Kit reacted after the kiss immediately and turned back to the cooker, yanked the pan from it. "You could have slept for a few more minutes," he stated and placed the burnt pancake to the sink.
"You've already made enough for a whole army. Are we expecting guests?" Emilia looked around and there were already at least 20 pancakes in the counter, not to mention the coffee, the sandwiches. She turned back to Kit. "Okay, what happened?"
"What do you mean?" Kit glanced at her, above his shoulder, while he let the water flow to the pan.
"Why you feel guilt?" Emilia crossed her arms.
"I don't. Why do you think that?"
"Okay, Harington. I know you." Emilia raised her brow.

"Make a deal." Kit turned off the tap and turned to her. "You'll tell me what happened at the premiere, and I'll tell you what happened at my parents' house."
"Ask your beloved fiancé. She was there, so she can tell you what happened." Emilia pulled a face and sat down.
"Was she there? I haven't seen her in the pictures." Kit answered and sat opposite to Emilia.
"She was." she nodded. "Guess she wanted to destroy my night. Our night. She clearly thought that you'll be there, so it was better, that you did not attend." Em sighed.
"I am sorry about it."
"Not a big deal." Emilia took a pancake and bite into it. "Hmmm... peanut butter. Did I mention how much I love you?" she told Kit in satisfaction.
"Do not forget that." Kit grabbed her mug. "So... did she say something or..."
"No. I could handle it. Nothing disastrous. She gave up and left after she realized that you won't be there. So she can't ruin the night." Em bit another to the delicious breakfast. "So...?" she was staring at Kit's face.
"So what?" He shrugged his shoulder and drank into his coffee.
"Why did you miss the premiere?"
"You won't be happy." Kit lowered his head.
"I've grown used to it, there is always something that makes our lives miserable, so just say it. It can't be that wrong." she sighed. "Let me guess, your father still trying to convince you, to break up with me." Em leaned back in the chair.
"He couldn't. I think he finally understands it."
"Then? What happened?"