Late night

You peek through the door to see Cecilia slumped uncomfortably in her chair, the blue glow from her monitor illuminating her awkward position.
She had been awake all night.
You ponder that this was no way for her to recuperate properly, she put her all into everything so the least she deserved was a proper rest.
Stepping into the room, you move to turn off the monitor and look down at her listless frame. Despite her self professed durability, she appeared as a delicate porcelain doll, as if you held her she would shatter.
Tentatively, you slip an arm under her leg joints and the other supporting her back, and with her arms wrapped around your neck, you scoop her up from the chair.
Ceci's head nestles by yours as you move slowly towards the bedroom, messy hair tickling your face. Her slow, mechanical breathing contrasts your fluttering heart as you take in the situation. An emotionless face and closed eyes should aid in tempering your excitement, yet a tightening hold of security from her arms around you betrays this musing.
As you walk to the bedroom your wandering eyes cannot resist fawning over her perfect physique; her elegant clothes lay loose, belts unfastened, cravat askew, exposing a little more of her smooth, pale chest.
A bolt of clarity prompts you to readjust your posture, you are certain the furnace that raged on your face would have scolded her cheek. The last thing you wanted was to wake her up, and in such intimate circumstances.
On reaching the bedside she had all but melted into your cradling embrace, but as you began to lay her on the bed her key begins to turn slowly, Ceci's slender arms tighten and drag you down with her.
Now an oversized pillow in a suffocating ensnarement, you are unable to leave her hold even if you wanted.
"No, stupid..." She whispers.
A smile breaks across her tender face as the key starts its winding procession.