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You yawned as you sank further into your mattress, sleepily relishing in the peaceful relaxation of midnight. The only audible noise was the soft whirring of your ceiling fan, and the mellow symphony of cicadas and crickets outside your window, effectively lulling you to sleep. It was calm, quiet, and warm — and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Well, maybe you’d change one thing.
“Rinne,” you mumbled, “Hurry up, so we can go to bed?” You watched with droopy eyelids as the redhead wandered around the room, getting ready for bed. Like always, he took his sweet time, lazily stripping down to his boxers and plugging his phone in for the night. It’s like he was going slow on purpose, trying to make you whine for him, trying to make you needy; Rinne Amagi was just as annoying as he was handsome.
He grinned, “No one’s stoppin’ ya’ from goin’ to sleep, sweetheart. Close your eyes, yeah?” Rinne teased, briefly looking over his shoulder at you as he discarded his clothing into the laundry hamper, sliding the basket into the closet and shutting it as quietly as possible.
You frowned, and he could tell without even looking at you — if the small cackle that rumbled in his chest was any indication of your plight. “Fine then.”
Rolling over, you begrudgingly mumbled a goodnight as you resigned yourself to your final resting place for the night. Patience is a virtue — one that unfortunately, you did not possess.
Perhaps tinged with guilt, Rinne waltzed over to your shared bed, bending over and resting his arms on either side of your head, sweetly pressing his lips to your temple. “C’mon, I was just kiddin’, baby.”
“Mhm,” you tried your best to sound annoyed, but you guessed that exhaustion had been far more prominent in your voice. “Lay down, then.”
And he did just that. Walking around to his side of the bed, he slid under the covers, shimming himself across the mattress until his chest was pressed against your back, his arm gently curling around your torso and resting on your stomach. “Mm, you’re real warm.” Rinne sighed, rather contently.
You backed up against him, letting his grip around your waist comfortably tighten. “Really?” You asked, “I feel kind of cold, actually.”
“Sayin’ that so I’ll cuddle ya’?”
“You’re already cuddling me.”
His breath tickled the back of your neck, a soft chuckle meeting your ears. It was hard to understand why he enjoyed teasing you so much, but maybe it was better that way. “I know. Lucky you, right?”
“I lied earlier. Get out of my bed.” You groaned, awkwardly twisting around in his grip to rest your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and curling a leg around his hip. Your sweet actions contradicted your monotonous grumbles, producing a fond giggle from the depths of Rinne’s throat.
His fingernails lightly scratched at your back, kissing your forehead repeatedly, passingly wondering what the two of you would get up to tomorrow. “Nah, you’d just whine for me to come back, darlin’.”
“Yeah,” tiredly, you admitted. “Stay with me.”
Pressing his forehead against yours in an effort to tilt your head up, he kissed the spot between your eyebrows, his arm sliding down to gently stroke the thigh that had been splayed across his hip.
He knew he was whipped for you — that much was obvious. At first, it was something he dreaded, a feeling that was far too foreign for his liking.
But now, lying in bed with you, close to midnight, he fondly embraced what you had inflicted on his heart, lovingly kissing your lips, and allowing himself to sigh into your mouth.
“I will, always.”