---

Of course. The weight of her body against his was agony in so many ways. The chaise may as well have been half a mile away for all that Charles thought he'd be able to reach it without incident. She could have been as small as his daughter and he'd have struggled to move her with his injury as it was. If he'd been at his full strength he would've seriously considered picking her up and carrying her there which was probably a bit much anyway, but it certainly would've made him seem strong and manly to her. If he picked her up now though he'd get as far as putting his arm behind her legs before he was overcome and let them both topple.

He adjusted his grasp of her so that he had his hand on the far side of her waist instead of her back and tried to encourage her to lean against him even more. It was going to kill him but he'd hopefully be able to get her to the chaise a lot faster if he wasn't half dragging her. Charles steeled himself and began inching towards the chaise, a soft squishing sound informed him that he'd just trod on the small lily bouquet he'd brought for her. Thankfully he wasn't a particularly superstitious man because that surely didn't bode well.

They were halfway to the chaise and the adrenaline was helping but it couldn't completely dull the pain tearing through his side with every movement. His free hand protectively flew to his injury, not that it made it hurt any less. Dear god he could feel himself starting to break out in a sweat and she was far too close, if he didn't deposit her safely on the chaise quickly she'd likely notice. He forced himself to move faster despite the way the room was starting to sway. Here. His hold slackened a little as he desperately willed her to make the final move towards it herself.

---

Outfit | Tag: Tatiana Lestrange | Notes: