Hideaway Strath Quiet when I'm coming home

He stands almost awkwardly before she shakes the snow off of her pelts and presses herself against him. She sees right through him and he wants to slap himself in the face for being weird about it. Yet, even when she mutters those words reassuringly he doesn’t expect them.

I’m not going anywhere.

His brows raise and he stupidly hesitates in her hold by how concrete those words sound. Getting a hold of himself he wraps his own head around her in a type of embrace. Then just as quickly as her heat came, it’s gone. Her back turned towards him with a summoning in her eyes.

He’s uncharacteristically silent. He has no words to say. Still trying to process what she just said. The whispers of doubts prodding the back of his mind are dissipated when they enter his den and she’s continuing their conversation. 

He wastes no time flopping his muscled form down next to her and cuddling up enough to feel warmth, but still far enough away to look her in the eyes. He contemplates on her words and a loose, quiet laugh bubbles from his lips.

“Yes I wanted to make sure you hadn’t left.” He answers softly, but truthfully. His usually mischievous eyes soft as he looks upon her. “Would be terrified if you had.” Then the subtle upwards tilt of his mouth breaks into a loose lipped smile. “Don’t think I can live without you, darling. Now that I have you.” He admits.