#i have now entered lenector hell

[savingprimrose]

Maybe The Night (Hector x Lenore)

This is my first Hector x Lenore fic! Please let me know what you think!! Rating: M Canonverse. 605 words.

Hector felt her presence even before his bed dips with her added weight. 

He is still hyperaware of her despite being in that transitory state between sleep and wakefulness. 

His eyes flutter open and he finds her sitting at the edge of his bed. She reaches out to brush a strand of his hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. She smiles down at him, caressing the apple of his cheek with her thumb and making him shiver.

"Good morning," she whispers, her voice soft and soothing. 

Sensing his intent of sitting up in bed, Lenore places her cold palm flat against his broad, warm chest, "Shh, it's alright, Hector. Go back to sleep.” 

Hector settles back down and rubs the sleep from his eyes, "It's the middle of the night."

"What do you -” he yawns, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, “ - want, Lenore?"

You. I want you. Your blood in my veins, your taste in my mouth, your skin against mine.

You.

With me.

Inside me.

I want you.

She takes his hand, the one he used to cover his mouth, and cradles it in her own, "Nothing. I just -" 

Lenore trails off and plants a kiss on his ring, the symbol of his loyalty to her, her cold lips brushing against his knuckles, making him suck in a shuddery breathe.

He is duty-bound to her and if she so wishes to have her way with him, she can do so without so much as a protest from his perfect little mouth. 

But she wants him to come to her willingly. Not because he is obligated to, but because he wants her, too. She hates how she had to manipulate him and make him her slave. 

All for Carmilla. 

Slave, she thinks. 

Pet. Slave. Toy. 

They’re all the same to me. 

Why didn’t he just agree? Young and stupid and pretty.

He could have been free - or as free as he can be in his golden cage. 

Lenore sighs. He deserves to be free. But it doesn’t matter anymore - nothing matters anymore. 

Except, maybe, tonight. 

In his arms.

“What is it?” Hector asks, his head cocked to the side like a pretty little bird. 

She moves to crawl under his covers and wrap an arm around his waist, sighing as she lays her cool cheek against his chest. 

"I like watching you sleep," she admits. It was not a lie though. Everything about him captivates her. From the way he works in his forge and to the way the corners of his eyes crinkle when he laughs - even to the way he breathes. 

"You look so calm and peaceful.” 

She tilts her head to look up at him, “I haven’t seen it on someone’s face in a long time.”

“Hmmm. Must be because I’ve been having such good dreams,” he says, his voice low and gruff, as he holds her close, squeezing her shoulder and relishing in the way she tucks her body tight against his. 

“What were you dreaming about?” she asks, her big red eyes alight with curiosity. She wants to know more about him. She wants to know everything about him.

Hector fixes his gaze on hers, blue eyes shining with sincerity, "You." 

Under the dying light of the pale moon, he sees her blush. Lenore swears that if her heart was still beating, it would have beat twice as fast. 

"Go to sleep, Lenore. It's almost your bedtime."

She nods, her hair tickling his neck, "Will you stay with me?"

Hector kisses the crown of her head, "For as long as you'll have me.”