1.0 possession
You were quite sure that your boyfriend was the best. His imperfection had you from the start.
Surprisingly, he was a great cuddler, despite his rough and badass exterior.
So you disentangled yourself from the heap that was a snoring Rin, and shuffled to the curtains this Sunday morning, your hair a hot mess. Curls tangling tightly amongst themselves as a result of a night of restless sleeping.
This was one of the few things Rin had in common with you. When you slept, it was hard not to engage in a subconscious fight.
Looking back, the boy was still sleeping, his limbs spread out over his bed; he won.
You decided to let him sleep while you studied the notes you took in class Friday. This would be the fifth time you looked over them this weekend. They weren't that complicated, but then again the weren't easy. You looked them over just in case.
School had always come naturally to you, unlike your other half that considered school grounds a place to socialize and wreak havoc. You tended to mind your own business and keep the peace with your own group of friends instead of making new friends and enemies every day.
Your mind immediately wandered back to Rin. He'd moved to lay on his side facing the wall away from you, snoring deeply.
A soft smile graced your face before you turned back around to delve into your studies.
Not even fifteen minutes later you heard the rustling of bed sheets and several grunts and cracks as the male stretched in his bed. He sighed, relaxed at the sight of your back.
"Morning, Boodge," he muttered blinking at you lazily.
"Good morning, Elf," you replied closing your books to face the man of your dreams. "How did you sleep?"
He rested his eyes for a moment to bathe in the sound of your voice, roughened by the morning. "Wonderfully."
He was also a heavy sleeper and didn't feel a thing. You crawled across the floor slowly, stalking in a predatory manner to plant a kiss on his lips.
"Shower with me?" you offered, fiddling with those pointed ears that had you infatuated the moment you laid eyes on them.
"Aren't you afraid I'll lose all control?"
"Maybe I want you to," you chided. "But that's okay. If you wanna wait til YOU'RE ready, then I guess I can wait too." And you turned around and headed for the abandoned boy's locker room for a good scrub down.
Rin frowned at your back as you left, wondering how you would respond to him if you knew. He worried more about what you would say and how you would feel about him afterwards than anyone else he knew. His mind often drifted to this subject when he thought about making love to you. You obviously didn't know about his tail and were convinced that his pointed ears and sharp teeth were mere birth defects.
Never would you have guessed he was the son of the devil.
You were so important to him...