Lestat de Lioncourt

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You yawned as you got comfortable in bed, it had been another long day and you were tired from work. Luckily you were off the next day so you didn't have to worry about anything, you turned the light off and opened the window a bit so the cool breeze entered the room, there was something about doing that in the summer that just felt so relaxing to you. You closed your eyes and began to drift off to sleep. You were about to enter a dream when you heard a tapping at the window, you didn't hear it at first because it was soft. But then the tapping got loud enough that you could hear it, you woke up from your sleep and saw a shadow in the window. You grabbed a dagger and slowly went to open the blinds, and then the window itself. You gasped before sighing in relief, realizing who it was. "Lestat! what the hell." you said in a tired voice, putting the dagger down. "What are you doing here?" you asked. "I came to see you." he replied. You crossed your arms, knowing that wasn't the only reason. "And I am quite bored, I really do not like being alone. might I join you?" he asked. the sparkle in his eyes was something you could not refuse, needless to say you couldn't say no to him. "Alright, come in." you said. Within seconds he was inside and the window was shut. "You're lucky my roommate is not here, she would have a fit." you said. Lestat chuckled. "I believe she would, but soon enough they will." he said with a smirk. you couldn't help but giggle. "you're right. and is this really how you say hello to your girlfriend?" you said with a smirk. "Oh, where are my manners?" he said before leaning in to kiss you. you kissed him back, you stayed like that for a minute before pulling away. 

Lestat knew you were really tired so he didn't keep you awake. He lied down next to you and held you in his arms, those strong yet gentle arms that kept you safe and comfortable. He stayed with you the whole night, keeping you close to him. He kissed your forehead and stroked your hair as you slept. the whole time thinking about how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life. 

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