In the afterglow, under the rough blanket, he continued exploring her skin.  His hands couldn't seem to get enough of her, now that they were touching intimately.<br/><br/>He kissed the top of her head.  "I hope that was it, yeah, because if not, we're doing something wrong," he told her.  "And I hope by different you mean<i>better</i>, though it's crass to even consider that question."  He made a rough, low laugh.  "Very crass."  Then: "It was good."  The way he said it was clear that he meant more than<i>good</i>.  "It isn't like that for me, not ever.  Just with you."<br/><br/>Indeed, he was confused by it all.  Not confused.  Concerned?  He was unsure of the feelings in his heart.  He<i>knew</i>that wolves mated for life, and certainly some werewolf eulogized on it.  But, overall, most werewolves behaved quite a lot like humans - with their nonstop breeding cycle and infidelity.  Most werewolves also fucked around with humans - which is where Geraint had learned what he knew - and some with wolves if they were in season (which was not something he had done, personally).  But they had fit so well together, he was thinking about the<i>mate for life </i>thing and was also kicking around concepts like<i>fate </i>and<i>destiny</i>.<br/><br/>In his head, though, he started to think what they had to do next.  If she shared the feelings he had, the connection, then it could change everything.  In his life, Geraint had never met someone he wouldn't leave behind if the situation got rough.  But if Vara had felt the same thing, he didn't want to leave her behind - all his half-formed and unthought thoughts about just telling the pack or witches where she was to save himself (and those had been in the back of his mind, though he wasn't sure he was going to do it) would be thrown away.  If she felt the same connection.