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Kit recognised her straight away. Her hair might have been different, much longer than the last time he’d seen her, but then again, he’d always eyes alone for her in a crowd. She’s in her element tonight, Kit thought to himself, despite knowing and sharing the anxiety that she felt about this night. The Emmys were truly the end of their journey through Thrones. He had avoided the press, as usual, but knew that she would have stopped to take questions, he hoped that they hadn’t been too cruel to her. It wasn’t their fault, the way that it had all played out, he had been thrown by the ending of the show and their hands were tied contractually as to what they could say. She would be fine; Emilia had always had a natural ability to charm the press.
She looked phenomenal, the neckline of her navy-blue dress, plunging to her waist and leaving little of her slim figure to be imagined, not that Kit needed any help imagining her body. He was all too familiar with the sight of her naked body. Most recently, he remembered her intertwined between the cotton of the sheets of her bed in her home in Hampstead.
He always found it so hard to leave her, but he had to, and she knew he had to. He watched her as he began dressing, having gathered his clothes from where they had been strewn across the room from the night before. She moaned then rolled to her back, twisted she stretched and arched her back, drawing his attention to the slope of her chest as her tight nipples peaked above the edge of her sheets.
“Milly, stop” he had warned, he had to leave, Rose would get suspicious and he had already been with her in London longer than he had anticipated. Their marriage had been on the rocks for months, and if he was honest it had been doomed to fail from the beginning. If only he had been honest with himself all those years ago, it would have saved all three of them so much pain. It didn’t matter now, he supposed, it would all be over soon anyway. He had had the divorce papers drawn up with his lawyers last week, all he need was to get her to sign them, the prenup would take care of the rest but he had to be careful to keep Emilia clear of it all. She deserved better than to be caught up in this mess that he’d made anyway. If only he had realised what he needed earlier.
She chuckled, drawing him out of his thoughts “I don’t know whatever you’re talking about Mr Harrington” feigning innocence and pouting.
Unable to help himself, he moved back to the bed, sprawling across it to pull her back against him, revelling in the feel of her skin against his own in his half-naked state. “Don’t pull that with me, Clarke, you know that I see you for the temptress that you are.” He teased.
Again, she chuckled, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling his musky warmth as he pulled her impossibly closer. They rested like that; bodies intertwined in the embrace of lovers.
After a few moments, Emilia exhaled softly, then whispers so quietly that he wouldn’t have heard had he not been so close. “I don’t want you to go yet.”
He squeezed her tighter “it won’t be for long, I promise.”
“I know Kitten, only one week.” She grumbled into his next.
He smiled across the top of her head, rolling her underneath him before settling between her thighs as he brushed his hand against her forehead to push back her hair, he cupped her cheek and she leant into his hand before he before pressed a kiss to her brow.
“Will she be coming with you?”
“No, uh…” He paused, uncertain of his response “I don’t think so.” He hadn’t spoken to Rose yet about the Emmys, he assumed with how much they had been avoiding each other lately, that should wouldn’t be planning on coming. Then there were the papers in his bag that he had planned on giving her, the papers that would bring this great charade of a marriage.
Emilia, hearing the hesitation in his voice, had pulled back from him frowning, “what is it, Kitten?” She asked, her eyes flitting back and forth between his searching the depths of his stormy eyes to find what troubled him.
Not wanting to further tarnish the end of their time together, he chose to brush her off. “It’ll be ok Mils, don’t worry.” He said as he ducked his head down to sup at her lips, knowing that his response would not be enough to satisfy her, his Milly who always knew how to read him. Instead, she gave in to the ministrations of his plump lips, as he sucked her bottom lip between his own before biting at her playfully. she arched her back and rolled her hips into his and moaned as she felt his already hardening cock rub against her, she had seemly forgotten his burdens all too eager to be wrapped up in savouring him.
From where he stood at the front of the aisle watching her, his eyes met hers as she made her way through the crowds towards her seat and by consequence, him. Stopping here and there to greet friends and different people that she knew from the industry.
He busied himself, chatting to Alfie about his latest project, not to seem like the besotted fool that he was when it came to her.
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Emilia felt it the moment that his eyes found her, anticipation tingling beneath her skin the way that it always had around Kit. She had been looking forward to seeing him, all the chaos, stress and excitement of the night washed away but the desire to be close to him again. She had been worried about him since he left her in London, something had been off with him and he had been evasive when she questioned him. While she trusted him completely and to the best of her knowledge, he had been clean since he left rehab back when Thrones was airing, she was concerned. He rarely hid anything from her these days, he rarely hid anything from her every.
The last time she remembered him behaving as such was when before he told her that he was dating Rose.
Oh Christ, what if she was pregnant. Rose had been talking about wanting to have children soon when they had been in India.
As much her friendship with the redhead was… complicated, to say the least.
A child would change things.
As much as she needed Kit, she couldn’t do it to an innocent child. She couldn’t hurt a child, like that.
She and Kit had always fucked for as long as they had known each other they had been sleeping together on and off, between and during their various relationships. There was something inevitable about it, they were seemingly unable to resist the pull towards each other.
No matter the cost or who they were hurting.
Perhaps once they could have been something different. Something more. Maybe if he hadn’t met Rose in Iceland or if she had been more vocal in the way that she wanted him, needed him. If they had been filming together instead of playing a game of cat and mouse that crossed continents.
Whatever was going on with Kit, she was determined to find out soon.
Knowing she would be able to spend time with him now that they were both in LA for a while eased her mind.
She finally reached him.
“Hi” she managed to utter before being pulled forward into his arms for a tight hug. She smiled widely, relishing the sensation of his hard chest pressed up against her, and the peace that he brought her, simply by existing in her presence.
“Ooft, Kitten! Relax…”
Carefully aware that they were in public, she pulled back but held on to his arms as he held her shoulders, each keeping the other close. She noticed how strong and firm his forearms felt under his suit jacket, trying not to remember their strength and the way that they had wrapped around her thighs supporting her weight oh so many times.
“Em… I” he didn’t know how to tell her, later he thought, it was better to wait until later when they were away from the room full of watching eyes. “I’m good, glad to see you, how was press?”
Her eyes met his with a knowing glint. “It could have been worse, there were a couple of curly questions about the way the show ended but I think I handled it well enough” a slight smile appearing on her lips.
He opened his mouth to speak but before he could go on to tell her about Rose, he was interrupted by Dan and Dave. They exchanged a knowing look before reluctantly pulling apart to greet the showrunners.
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“I don’t think you knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided on wearing that dress.” He hissed at her through a grin. They were on stage, for a tribute for Thrones, she daren’t react, wobbling slightly towards him, as she struggled to hold her smile.
The world was watching them after all.
Smack.
Ouch.
Their heads had bumped together, she had been so caught up in schooling her emotions in reaction to his tantalising words, that she hadn’t realised that he had been moving towards her. She kept smiling, ignoring the light ache at her forehead and the feeling of her underwear dampening in anticipation of whatever delightful torture he intended to subject her to later in the night.
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They were both seated in the front row, on opposite sides of the aisle but during the add breaks they had been alternatively moving across to talk to each other. His hand moved to rest on her knee as she made comment on one of the upcoming categories. He didn’t hear what she said distracted by the fact that the man seated next to Emilia had just gotten up. He glanced around, Alfie and Sophie were still on the other side of the aisle,
“Milly” he interrupted her softly. Feeling the comforting sensation of her hand sliding over his own, he met her eyes and realising he had her undivided attention he proceeded.
“Rose and I…” he paused looking down at where her hand pulled away from his at her knee. “Rose and I… we’re breaking up”
“What?” she was looking at him, her gorgeous wide blue-gold eyes searching his, eyebrows wrinkled in surprise. He knew that she had heard him perfectly clearly even though he had spoken lower than a whisper, cautious of prying ears.
Knowing he had less than minutes before the bell would ring throughout the auditorium signalling the end of the short break, he continued quickly.
“It’s not finalised yet, we’re in the beginnings of it all still really and it's not public knowledge but I needed to tell you.”
Emilia’s normally expressive remained unmoving, eyes intently watching his but giving nothing away, for once he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
“My parents know and Jack, but I don’t know if she’s told her family…”
Ding, ding, ding.
The bell rang out, stopping him from finishing his thought.
Reluctantly he stood but before he could pull away from her completely, she squeezed his hand.
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Although they had both been nominated for individual categories neither of them had won, the show had picked up a handful. If he was honest, he had never expected to have a chance at winning. He was disappointed for Emilia though; she deserved an Emmy and more for the performance she put up in the last season particularly and since.
He needed to know what she thought about his divorce, she was before everything else, his best friend. Her opinion mattered to him before all else. He was worried about how this new development would affect the delicate balance that they had created over the past two years.
They always seemed to find themselves falling together.
As much as he had tried to resist the pull of her over the years, he never seemed to be able to escape her. Not that he truly wanted to.
He caught her arm, pulling her to the side as the rest of the cast moved to take a group photo.
Her head jerked back, annoyed.
“You ok?” she frowned.
“What do you mean Kit?”
“I mean that I just told you that I’m divorcing my wife and I can’t tell what you’re thinking.”
“I think that I should be the one asking you that question, this is big, Kit.”
Her eyes told him the truth though, she was concerned.
He nodded acquiescently, “it is.”
“Why?” It was barely a whisper.
There it was, that’s what she was worried about.
He spoke to ease her fears.
“Because it wasn’t working anymore, neither of us were happy. We no longer knew how or wanted to try to be happy together. You knew it was bad Em.”
Her eyes watching his. He realised just how ignorant he had been, how much he had been in denial trying to work at a marriage that had been doomed to fail from the start. Because of her. Because he was hopelessly and irrevocably in love with the woman standing before him.
“I did.”
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Emilia was bored, already feeling the effects of the champagne that was, in her opinion, absolutely a necessity for this shit show of a night. She was feeling a million things at once, the least of which was disappointment over losing her category.
Jodie was truly deserving of the award, really, she was, although it would take some time to get over the fuckery that was the result for Best Drama. The reason that she was standing here doing press instead of downing her fourth champagne on her way to an afterparty.
She was sick of answering questions about Thrones. As much as she had been able to wittily respond to questions on the carpet her hands were still tied, especially in front of all of the cast and directors. She was so over it, she had been for months, years really, but spending the summer away from this world and having time to truly reflect on the fans reaction she was more convinced than ever of how fucked over Dany and the entire show had been by Dan and Dave.
“and of course, the Dragon Queen”
Shit.
“What?” she looked up from where she’d been nonchalantly braiding her hair, dropping to the ground as if she could hide from the scrutiny of the cameras and the reporters facing them.
Before she even had time to process her panic and figure out how to recover from the blunder that she’d made she realised that Kit had stepped forward to take the question.
Saving her.
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She didn’t know what to make of their conversation before, they had decided previously that instead of going to the HBO party with the rest of the cast and crew they would head to the Netflix party. It would afford them the excuse of spending more time together without having to mingle so much.
It had been a long night, much longer than she had anticipated. She had expected Kit to try to drag her away from the party already, he must have been enjoying dancing.
One moment, she as leaving the bathroom to return to the party and the next, she found herself pushed up against the wall of the quiet hallway by Kit. He had cornered her, crowding her up against the wall his strong hands placed on it, either side of her head.
A glance around to check that there was no one in sight was all she had the chance to do before his lips were upon her.
She sighed into his mouth, tasting the warmth of the whisky that he had been drinking earlier on his tongue.
Finally.
She had been waiting to feel the soft warmth of his lips against hers since the moment she had seen him, looking oh so handsome in his suit. She imagined that he had been waiting just as long.
His tongue slipped past her lips to intertwine with hers in a familiar dance.
She allowed herself to be caught up in him.
His hand moving from next to her head, to brush down her body gently caressing her exposed side-boob before continuing down to wrap around her hip and squeeze her bum.
She moaned.
As if shocked by her sounds she realised where she was, very much vulnerable to wandering eyes, they were exposed.
She broke away from him quickly, looking past him to see that the hallway was thankfully still empty. Their only disturbance was the low thud of the music that reached them from the party.
“What the fuck Kit?! Anyone could find us!”
There were members of the public and the press at the party.
He looked at her, only slightly guiltily.
His voice husky with his lust for her he murmured, “You’re right” before pulling her back along the hall and into the empty bathroom locking the door behind them.
A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine as she turned to face him, the look he appraised her with was simply predatory.
“Oh, my dear Milly, I told you that you didn’t know what you were in for when you wore that dress.”
She honestly didn’t know who moved next but the next thing she knew, she was up against the wall.
His hands brushing up and down her ribcage, teasing at the edges of her breasts as his lips attacked her neck. He supped at her throat licking and tasting her as if she was the forbidden fruit itself.
She gasped.
“Be careful.” she hissed at him warningly. “We still have to get out of here and I can’t leave with marks all over my neck.”
He heeded her warning, instead of moving to take possession of her lips.
Their tongues battled, lips sucking and biting at each other.
Her hips bucked to his as a particularly sharp bit was delivered to her bottom lip. She groaned at the feeling of his steel length through his trousers.
His thumb slipped under the fabric of her dress that covered her upper half.
She moved her hands from his chest, one up to cup at his check before slipping under his ear to tangle in the hairs at the nape of his neck, the other moving down to palm him.
He pushed into her, seeking more pressure.
His hands seeking more of her inch up her skin to cup her breast only to be stopped by something sticky.
He whined pulling back to look at her confused.
She chuckled. “Boob tape, sorry Kitten.” Then she took his hand guiding it through the slit in her skirt and wrapping her leg around his waist as she lent up to capture the lobe of his ear between her lips. She had better access to him in these heels, despite the ache they would create later it was worth it.
She nibbled at him there, just as he cupped her through her panties feeling surely the heat that radiated from her centre.
His fingers pushed passed her panties feeling how sopping wet she was for him. Thumb brushing at her clit as he slipped a finger inside of her.
She unbuckled his pants slipping her hand inside his briefs to fist his thick throbbing erection.
He groaned.
“God Kit, I need you now.” She gasped.
Then he flipped her around so that she faced the wall, rucking her skirts up above her hips before she slid down her panties as far as she could reach, exposing herself to him.
She heard the sound of his trousers hitting the floor before she felt the tip of his cock brushing against her wet lips, sliding from her entrance to her clit and back.
Teasing her.
He leant over her, lips kissing the back of her neck, then her ear. A knee pushing between hers to spread her open.
“Tell me what you want Milly.” His timber so low she had to strain to hear him.
“Inside me Kit, I want to feel you inside me.”
He thrust into her without reservation, splitting her wide open most deliciously. She sighed at the feeling of him filling her. The feeling of him surrounding her.
He set a relentless rhythm, snapping his hips against her buttocks, his heavy sack slapping against her nub with the force.
She felt her walls clench, his hand reaching around her hip caress her as he sped up.
She thrust back against him, meeting his hips as she arched back. The angle shifting him deeper, the tip of his cock rubbing against that spot, oh, it was so much.
He was close, Emilia could tell.
Oh, and god, so was she.
She felt the warm waves of her orgasm begin to rise over her.
He was everywhere and god he was hers, finally.
Hips snapping forward once more, twice, three times and then the hot spurts of his cum painting the walls of her vagina as she rode the waves of her high.
Panting.
He moved to pull back from her. her arm stretching out to stop him.
“Just... Wait, not yet Kitten” she was still panting, “just give me a second.”
He leant back into her, arm wrapping around her waist to support her weight.
He nuzzled her kissing her neck softly. Her hand came up to hold his.
They stayed like that a few moments before his soft cock finally slipped from her.
She moved from him to clean herself up as best she could as he righted his clothes.
“Time to go home I think”
she nodded in agreement then peeked out the door to find a still empty hallway.
“All clear.”
They slipped out to finally return to the party to make their departures.