If he hadn't stopped, she perhaps, would never have been able to pull away from him.

Closing her eyes and giving a weak nod when he disappeared, Charlotte could feel her knees going weak beneath her. She had not come to this flat for this, even though if she were completely honest with herself, there was a part of her that wished desperately before he'd opened the door - that just this would result. She could not help for that desperation in her for him, few men, besides Elphias long ago, had ever forced her into such a pathetic state in their presence.

Leaning her head against the wall, she could feel the swell of emotion at the back of her eyes from the mere frustration of it all. She wanted him, as did he her, but it could never quite be that simple again. They had history, oh Merlin, did they.. that made any sort of action based on impulse foolish for them. Dangerous, even, considering the emotions that had already been bruised in the past.

Moving to the couch and leaning her hands against the back of it, her eyes slid shut once more as she tried to work up the resolve she needed. When she heard him trudge out, she trembled before straightening, turning slowly to cast her gaze over his clothed form.

Merlin, she had missed him so.

Pushing a hand into her hair, a touch of nerves in her movements, she managed to murmur his name before moving to him. Her hand reached gently for his own, before she was dropping her gaze to it and breathing, "We- we can't jump into this again. Not yet, not so soon."