in another life

She craves him, needs his being in every thud of her persistent heart, her vicious desire to be his and only his for eternity -- as she already had been. There is no hesitation when he drew her to him, her lithe body leaning into him, pressing against him as fully as she could as she tucked her skull neatly against the hollow curve of his throat, needing him to know she is real. She will never leave again, never, for how could she leave him in such pain that she could feel resonating throughout his body -- how could she ever survive such guilt or loneliness? She whines fervently, nipping at his chest, tugging at his fur with an insatiable need to prove her love, whimpering when he wraps a forepaw about her withers and drags her closer, her haunches hitting the earth so that she could press against his torso, her jaws tilting up, tongue spewing against the contour of his jawline. "I won't, I promise," she croons, meaning it in every heated breath that slips from her jaws, her ears peeled back against her skull in submission. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I had to," she murmurs, leaning her face against the side of his cheek. Don't you see, I could never have been strong again if I let you continue to care for my every move. She had needed distance, a way to determine her own worth -- to remember who she had once been, and now recalling her past strength, she had returned to him, and never again would she go.