When she started to kiss him, his hand held her cheek.  When it deepened, his hand went up to her hair, twisting his fingers in it, pulling her towards him gently.  His heart skipped a beat, and he kissed her deeper still, tasting her mouth, her lips and tongue, and wanting more.  But when she pulled back, he pulled back, too.  He licked his lips, tasting her there.  He exhaled a bit when she looked at him after the kiss.  Desire was etched onto his features, until she spoke and brought him back to this world.<br/><br/>"If I stay a wolf long enough, I don't even know what right or wrong is.  There's just the next thing to do.  I need to get here, so I run.  I'm hungry, so I hunt.  I'm tired, so I sleep.  I don't think right or wrong mean very much to the world," he said.  "I guess I'll say what we're probably both thinking in the back of our heads.  We could leave all of this together.  We could get a good headstart and maybe no one would even bother to come look for us.  So what?  Two tools who aren't useful to their owners got lost?<br/><br/>"The trick is that all the best land is taken - where would we hunt?  Human villages are armed to the teeth, the wilds have vampires or werewolves in them, and the Burning Lands are trying to kill you just for being there at all.  For a time we could pass as human, I guess, but eventually we'd slip up.  I don't know how long anyone can live a lie.  My guess is... mostly not too long.  Would two last much longer than one?  Could we find a way where others couldn't?"<br/><br/>He reached out, then, and found the waist of her pants.  He unbuttoned the top button, then ran his hands up under her shirt, across her stomach, his hands large and rough, looking into her eyes.  That he wanted her was clear - desire was written on his face, the lines of his body.