I Can't Let You Go

Purse

When Kit opened his eyes in the morning she was there in his arms and sleeping. He could have watched her all day long. The peace, the love... everything seems definitely perfect with her. He had no idea when she came home, but he did not worry about her. He had no reason. He trusted her with his whole heart. He knew probably she enjoyed the night with Emma, and she needs those nights out with other successful women. He loved that in her too. Her determination, her will ... her desire to do unique and important things. That makes her even more special. He caressed her face so gently, he did not want to wake her up. He went bed at around midnight, and she was not there and it is only 9 am. He tried to move and got out of the bed, but she moved her head and heard a small little moan. 
"Where are you going?" she asked so quietly and she did not even open her eyes.
"You awake." Kit surprised.
"No. I would not say that." Emilia pulled the blanket more to her body, and her eyes were still closed. 
"When did you ... "Kit leaned back to the bed, next to her and caressed her face "get home?" 
"Around 2 am. I wrote a message ... don't wait for me." she smiled a bit but she did not open her eyes. Just snuggled closer to Kit and he placed his arms around her. 
"Yeah, I've got it." Kit kissed her forehead. "So you enjoyed the night.
"Aham." she moaned her answer. 
"I had plans for today. But as I see... you don't plan to get up." Kit smiled at her.
"No." she answered in a so cute was, and snuggled more closer to him. 
"I think I could... wake you up." his hand was running up and down on her back and turned with her in the bed.
"No. Right now I am sure you can't do anything to get me into some wild sexual act." she pulled a face and shook her head. Kit smiled, and without thinking, he disappeared under the blanket. "What are you... oh." she wanted to ask him what is he planning to do, but before she could say the words, he already pressed his tongue to her clit and started to lick it. "Oh my Heaven." Emilia moaned again, and Kit continued that lick with a smirk on his face. He knew it will work. Em spread her legs, even more, to give him more place and she was biting her lower lip meanwhile he was playing with her sex. He was so giving. As usual. Kit Harington was really an amazing lover. That was sure. Emilia never felt herself that satisfied like the last few months, since they were together. They had those nights, but those were just some one-night stands, but in the past few months he gives her pleasure almost every day. Except when they are in different countries, but they both make amends after those trips. He was squeezing her tights to keep her legs spread out and he did not use any finger. He just licked and sucked her amazing wet pussy. He adored how she immediately reacts to his touch. How she immediately starts to moan and shaking. "Kit" her fingers ran through his hair and her whole body tightened. Kit raised his eyes at her face, and finally, her eyes were open and he knew she is close to cum. He became fiercer and moved his tongue quicker. "Yes. Yes!" she almost screamed in pleasure and at the moment she cum she fell back to her pillow and smiled. 
"What did you say?"Kit kissed her belly, then climbed back next to her. 
"You are crazy." she giggled a bit.
"I just missed it." he was caressing her chest and her breasts with his fingers. 
"My pussy or me?" she smiled at him.
"A bit both" he smirked and kissed her gently. "So... are you awake?"
"I am. It was much better than a coffee." she bit her lip.
"Glad to know I am that good." Kit laughed at her and kissed her again. "So Clarke. You don't have any plans today, right?"

"Actually I have." Em sighed. "You did not see my wallet either, right?" 
"No. I don't think so. Why? Do you lost it?" Kit frowned
"Probably," Em admitted. "It was so embarrassing. My luck was the taxi driver was a huge fan of mine. So he did not make a huge scene about it, but I hate to use my fame to get things." she lowered her head. "I asked his account number, to transfer it, but still... I have no idea where the hell is my wallet." 
"You are a little scattered lately" Kit smiled. "Have you blocked your cards already?"
"Sure. I called the hotline of the bank, but... I really have no idea when and where I left it. Maybe yesterday when I went shopping with my mom." she sighed. "Anyway I have to go to the bank and ... arrange this thing." she smiled a bit. "And you know it is not easy." she raised her brow.
"Don't worry. Maybe you left it at your mom's house." he shrugged his shoulders.
"I doubt it. She would have called." she shook her head. "And I have to make up all the cards and ID-s, or I am not going anywhere with my family." she took a deep breath.
"Your passport was there too?" Kit frowned
"Of course. In our profession ... it is better if you keep your passport in your bag 24/7." she nodded. 
"Sorry about it honey." he leaned over her and kissed her forehead. "Coffee?"
"What would I do without you?" she giggled and pulled back the blanket to her body. 
"You probably wouldn't be so scattered." He stood up and shrugged his shoulders.
"But I wouldn't be that satisfied either." she smiled at him and he was proud of himself, and walked out of the room. Emilia turned to the counter to get her phone to check it. No missed calls, no messages. At least. 8.30 am. She planned to stay in bed the whole day long, and she hates to wait in those bank offices. Those take neverending time. She wanted to put back her phone on the counter but it slipped out from her hand. "Seriously Clarke?" she took a deep breath and looked down, but it fell under the bed. "Great" she rolled her eyes. Even she can't believe that she is that lame. She sat up on the bed, then crouched next to it and looked in. "Oh my god!" she spotted her purse at the other side, and she walked around the bed and grabbed it but she froze when she raised it up. She found something else too. 

Kit was happy. He even singing meanwhile he was making the coffee. His mind was racing to rethink the plans for the day. He really would like to take Emilia to the shores. It was cold but the sun was shining, and he just wanted to spend a romantic day with her. Away from the city... but it seems impossible. He grabbed the two coffee mugs and started to walk upstairs. He surprised when he entered the room. Emilia was sitting at his side on the bed, and she looked a bit .. confused and nervous. He couldn't define the right word.
"You found it." he spotted her purse. "Where was it?" he placed the coffee mug on the counter. 
"I..." she opened her mouth but she couldn't really find the words. "Under..."
"Em, what happened? You've got some bad news? It is your mom? Or some project?" he knelt in front of her and placed his hand on her knee. 
"I... saw a... little bottle yesterday in your trash bin. Small bottle whisky. Empty of course. Did you ... drink while I was away?"
"What?" Kit surprised.
"It was just a question." she shrugged her shoulders. "Because I saw it. I saw that empty bottle and I want to know." 
"No. I did not. Why would I? You know I am stopped with that thing. Amongst many other things." he stood up and he was a bit offended by her words.
"I can show it to you. Maybe ... it was not you .. and you have an understandable explanation." she spread her arms. 
"I took out the trash yesterday." Kit answered.
"Well... then not." she lowered her head. "And... what is the understandable explanation for this?" she raised her hand, and there was a small wrapping in it. A condom packaging, of course, was empty too. "I am listening." she swallowed. 
"What... where .. Emilia you know me." Kit freaked out and his eyes widen. 
"Yes. I know you. And I know how you can't control yourself when you are drunk." she swallowed her tears. "So... did you..." she sniffled "Did you cheat me?" she tried to remain calm and talk in a normal way. It was not easy. It was fucking hard for her. 
"I would never do that Emilia. We... we talked about this many times. You even said you are not afraid that I am going to cheat on you. Ever. Emilia." he stepped closer but she raised her finger to warn him to stop. 
"When I said it... I did not find a condom packing under your bed." she barely could talk. "And it is not ours. That is sure. So... I am still waiting for the... understandable explanation." she swallowed a big one. Her mouth dried out. 
"Believe it or not" Kit was so confused "I have no idea how did it get under my bed. It is not mine." he raised her eyes at her. He looked into her eyes. He had nothing else to prove his words... just ... his words. "I ... I can't believe you really think I ... cheated on you." he raised his voice.
"I am not shouting with you, meanwhile I have every reason to do it. So keep your voice down. You have no right to freak out." Emilia was looking at him with so much anger. "That condom was not under my bed. You probably wouldn't even try to discuss it in an opposite situation... you would just storm out of my house. But I am still here and I want to understand." she felt how her arms were shaking. Even her voice was shaking. She couldn't believe it. Deep in her heart, she just couldn't believe it. 

"I ... "
"It is not yours. You did nothing." Emilia repeated his words. "I heard it. But whose then? Who was here while I was away?" she stepped closer and raised her brow. 
"No one... I mean not any woman." Kit tried to remember. "Jack, and .. " his mind was clearly racing.
"Rose?" Emilia asked him. 
"You really think I slept with her?" Kit started to raise his voice again. 
"I did not say that," Emilia answered.
"You just said that" he spread his arms. 
"No. I just asked was she here or not. Not because I think you would ever sleep with her again, but maybe that is another plan from her to break us apart." she pulled a face. "That is why I asked but If you can't answer me in a normal way ... there is nothing to talk about." she shook her head and rolled her eyes. She wanted to leave the room. 
"Where are you going?" Kit asked her. He tried to control himself.
"Taking a shower. Giving you time ... to figure out ... to think through what happened meanwhile I was away," she answered above her shoulder, then stepped out of the room. Kit was staring at the condom packing which Emilia throws to the bed, and several moments later it became clear for him. 
"Rose," he whispered at himself and he couldn't believe it. He recognized the type of condom. They used it when they were together. And she was there. She visited him. She ... that is why she wanted to go upstairs. Just to make more mess. "Fuck" he sat to the edge of the bed and buried his face to his palms.