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Emilia
The cast of the moon was beginning to fade as Emilia silently watched the city lights pass by. Sitting in the back seat of her car, she was alone as the driver slipped through streets of LA taking her home.
The guilt, previously an afterthought, had grown overwhelming, now that she was away from him and the heady nature of his presence.
Poor Rose, Emilia chastised herself, how could she have done this to her. Her friend that she had been on holiday with, only a month before now. Their friendship had always been complicated, a necessity of their mutual connection to Kit and while she held nothing against the redhead personally, Emilia found herself torn between pitying the friend that she had betrayed and resented the role that she played in complicating things between herself and Kit.
Truthfully, Emilia knew she only had herself to blame.
In her lap, her phone buzzed pulling her from her thoughts. Emilia sighed and looked down to see a message from kit stating that he was leaving the party now and would see her shortly.
He had only stepped outside for a smoke to give Emilia time to leave without causing suspicion. They had surely been brazened enough for one night, it was best not to take any more unnecessary risks.
Some sins were more forgiving than others.
Kit had been drinking at the party, though she had refrained from saying anything. She knew that he hated it when Rose rode his back about alcohol, it was one of the biggest sources of tension between the couple, a tension she refused to contribute to any more than she already did.
He had seemed composed enough, Emilia had always been able to tell when he was not alright. When he was teetering on the edge, she had always been able to draw him back. Perhaps now that he and Rose seemed to be over once and for all, he would have the chance to truly free himself from his demons.
Emilia could only hope.
The car slowed to a stop, finally she was home and able to escape the prying eyes of the world. She thanked the driver and exited the vehicle.
Kit
It was silent as he entered her home, removing his suit jacket and loosening his collar before moving his way through the house to find her.
He saw her standing by the window looking out to the sky that was beginning to lighten, she appeared contemplative. Noting that while she had removed the monstrous heels that had donned her feet for the duration of the night, her dress remained. He wondered, not for the first time, what she must be thinking.
As he lamented the need for them to travel separately, he placed his discarded suit jacket on the back of the sofa before he crossed the kitchen and living room to come up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, bringing her into his embrace and allowing the calm of her presence to wash over him.
Emilia sighed leaning back into his warmth as he dipped his head down to press a soft kiss to behind her ear, inhaling her scent before wrapping her tighter and resting his chin on top of her head
“It’s really all over now Kit, isn’t it? Like really over? No more Thrones”
“mmmhh…. No more Thrones,” it was bittersweet. Kit smiled to himself, “Thank God for that.”
Emilia had guffawed in reaction to his words, making him smile.
“Tonight, was awful,” she lamented. “I spent half the time dodging Dan and Dave, and the other half of the time dodging questions about how the show ended.”
He can’t help but feel relief that he had dodged the press on the carpet.
“So, how did she take it?”
Kit sighed, his mind turning to the disaster that was his marriage.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS KIT?!!” Rose had shrieked, flinging the papers onto the table in front of him. He’d been sat outside on the veranda, lazily enjoying his late morning fag and a coffee. From his seat he could see across the gardens out to where his Jon Snow statue stood, in all its irony, watching out over Rose’s herb garden.
Startled from his thoughts about his impending trip to LA, he looked down to realise that she had been through his overnight bag from London and found the divorce papers, already holding his signature.
For a slip second, he panicked, hoping that she hadn’t noticed that his overnight bag was suspiciously short of the clothes that had remained behind in Hampstead. His shirt and boxers that she had been wearing when he left her in her kitchen, hours later than he had intended to stay.
“It’s exactly what you think it is.” He said matter-of-factly.
“The actual fuck Kit, I mean seriously, if you’re so unhappy that you feel the need to have divorce papers drawn up surely this is something you could have talked about first?” She all but threw herself down into the seat next to him, he could tell by her tone and manner that despite the quite volume of her voice she was fuming.
Turning to face her “Oh, come off it Rose, don’t try and play this off as if you had no idea.” He could see she wasn’t hearing him, an indignant scowl on her face as she glared at the documents on the table.
“Rose.” He tried to get her attention.
Nothing.
He tried again “Rose.” She looked at him. He went on. “This marriage, no fuck, this relationship has been a complete sham for years” she opened her mouth to retort but her cut her off before she could start. “No, wait let me finish.” he was firm, honestly, he had had enough of letting her dictate the terms of their relationship to suit her ambitions. She had always been a pusher. Pushing him to turn their Islandic fling into a committed relationship, pushing him to be seen with her publicly, to draw attention to their relationship, using his image to further her career after she was killed off of Thrones, pushing for the engagement after they had gotten back together a couple of years ago
“We’re not happy Rose and it’s not working”, pausing he noted the look of denial that she was giving him.
He sighed, “you know it’s not, we have tried and tried and tried again.” He paused, taking a deep breath and gathering himself before softening his features to show her how much of a toll their marriage had been taking on him. “We have tried but I can’t try anymore Rose. It’s too much and I’m too tired.” Vulnerability to creeping into his voice as Rose meet his eye. “I can’t keep going on like this, being this unhappy. It’s going to send me to an early grave we both know it.”
He knew it was mostly his own fault, this situation that they had ended up in, but he found it unfathomable that Rose was so willing to live in such misery and denial, wasn’t it better to give themselves both the chance of finding happiness someday?
The warmth of Emilia’s soft hand cupping his stubbled cheek
Kit dipped his head down again to nuzzle her neck, noting that while she still wore her dress, she had taken off the stilettoes that had brought her up to his eye line throughout the evening. He inhaled deeply to take in the scent of her that he had been craving all night; the lavender that seemed to always cling to her skin, a hint of citrus from her perfume and something unique that could only be described as Milly.
“As expected, I suppose.” He sighed, pressing another kiss to where her neck met her shoulder and she hummed warmly in response. “It was bloody awful Milly.” He seemed mournful.
Her fingers twisted into the short hair at the nape of his neck, seeking the softness of the curls that were not there. He would grow his hair out a little more.
She didn’t speak, didn’t push, silently brushing the pad of her thumb back and forth over the pulse at his wrist while her other hand slowly worked its way through his hair, holding his head to her shoulder and soothing him as she listened intently, waiting for him to speak.
He paused before continuing, realising not for the first time that this was one of the many things that made her so perfect for him, she always knew what he needed before he did.
“She was in complete denial; you know what she can be like.”
Rose was brought up in a different world to them. Despite the pedigree of Kit’s family, they were no longer caught up in the twisted world of politics that the Leslies thrived in.
Letting out a frustrated breath he continued to fill her in on the details of the conversation that he had had with Rose as well as the fallout that resulted.
Noting the slight shiver that rippled through her body as he had been talking, he decided that it was time for bed. “Comm’n Milly, it’s been a long night let’s get some sleep” he murmured as he leant back from her, his hand sliding down the length of her arm to tangle their fingers together before pulling her away from the window slowly leading towards her bedroom.
She halted him before they made it too far, her grasp on his fingers firm as she pulled him back to her. Cupping her other hand to his cheek, she met his eyes with open warmth, “you will be ok Kitten, in my heart of hearts I know that this is the right choice for you as hard and as difficult the next months are because of it, it is still the right choice for you.”
Her words meant everything to him, her unwavering support always did. No matter of the uncertainty that his new circumstances had thrust upon their future, he knew that they would survive it, one way or another. Heck, lord knows they’d done it once before, and he knew that there was no way in hell that he was going to let this woman standing before him slip through his fingers again.
Unable to help himself he pressed a heartfelt kiss to her brow, then her cheek before meeting her lips. She accepted his lips with warm, indulging him but a moment before a longer shiver ran through her body, interrupting them.
She chuckled as he pulled her closer, hands rubbing up and down her bare arms as he guides her the rest of the way to the bedroom.
Emilia
Emilia moves around the room closing the blinds to keep out the light of the shortly rising sun as Kit began to undress, stripping down to his briefs before entering her ensuite to use the loo. She enters the room to begin removing her make-up as he moves to wash his hands.
A gentle kiss pressed to her bare shoulder before she is left to remove her hair extensions, knowing that otherwise, she will regret leaving them in the morning.
As she works Emilia allows the events of the night to roll through her mind. There are so many questions they have left her with, what this all means for not just Kit but for her too, for her and Kit. For her relationship with Rose.
Taking in her reflection, she knows that she needs to be careful now, a scandal of this scale would be ruinous, something she cannot afford the wake of Thrones. She cannot afford to lose Kit either.
Not ever.
Having finally pulled the last of the extensions from her hair, she goes about getting out of her dress, its simple enough and once its off, it leaves standing in her thong and a copious amount of boob tape. She begins the arduous process of removing it before leaving the room to find a t-shirt to sleep in.
As she makes her way across the room, to her walk-in she is conscious of Kit’s eyes trailing her every move from his position in the bed. No discussion needed about sleeping arrangements.
Emilia remerges from the wardrobe, singlet in hand as she pulls the last of the tape off her chest and puts in the bin. Pulling the top over her head, she chuckles at the sleepy lust that is held in Kit’s eyes before climbing under the covers of the bed and into the warmth of his arms.