Ragna always assumed she could read minds. Before he made a move to slip out from beneath the comforters Rachel's small arms tried to wrap around him, only getting so much.

"Leaving so soon?"

"Just getting something to drink, Rabbit. I'll be back in a second." Ragna didn't want to force his way out of her arms. He waited for her to let him go. Surprise surprise, her grip tightened. Even though he couldn't see her face, from the whimper she made, Ragna knew Rachel wore that cute little face that reminded him how childish she could be when she didn't get what she wanted upon her first request.

"You may leave this bed when I do."

"Damn it, Rach, you're so unreasonable…" Ragna laughed the sentence out and turned to face and hold her. He always loved to hold her; she was so warm, so small and cute. She smelled so good—all natural.

Rachel smiled into his embrace. His eyes were soft, caring, a gaze only meet with when they were alone. When he was with her. She felt giddy knowing those eyes were only shown to her. A little childish, she knew, but she was quite possessive over the things she liked. This one being the very center of her attention, the very center of her happiness and love.

"Is it wrong for me to just want to cuddle?"

"Na. I think it's cute."

BlackSavior: "I am a firm believer this adorable little vampire just loves to cuddle. A little headcanon of mine."

He's the one who gave me this little idea. Seems like we share a headcanon, Savior. I would've posted this yesterday, but I fell asleep. Review if you like.