Heron Lake Plateau To waste away the waking hours

She let him, and for a moment he stood there, relishing the contact as much as she did.  He traced from cheek down, affectionately smiling as he sensed her relax some.

Then she froze again, and he shook his head almost before she even began speaking, as if he sensed what was coming.  He pulled back as well, but didn't lose his smile.

"I don't do that anymore." He said, simple as that.  "That's why I had to be sure."  There couldn't be doubt.  But hearing what she said, and feeling what he'd felt... it had removed them somehow.  Walking away didn't feel right - this felt right.  He didn't want to lose his denmate, his wolverine hunting partner.  And he didn't want her to lose, apparently, the only "un fucked" thing about her life. He didn't want to either.