Lovino is sogging wet and pissed.

He's happy- although he wouldn't say it- to get home to Antonio. It's been a long day. Three fucking meetings...

(Only one of them actually being productive.)

He runs a hand through his auburn hair, some water dripping out in the process, and wrestles with the lock till it finally gives in. He lurches inside, losing his balance from pushing at the old door, and lands straight into the Spaniard's arms.

"Hey, babe."

Lovino looks up with wide eyes before narrowing them again, only slightly feigning a look of annoyance. "I told you not to call me that."

His boyfriend laughs, and Lovino can feel the reverberations coming from his chest. "Yeah, well," He tightens his arms around Lovino, locking him in, a security blanket of sorts. "I guess I'm disobeying this time." Antonio smiles and kisses the crown of Lovino's head. It's wet.

"Got stuck in the rain?"

"Yeah."

"One sec. I'll get you a towel."

Antonio returns, as promised, with a fluffy towel. He leads Lovino to the couch, seats the Italian in his lap, and begins to softly rub at his head and dry off his locks. He runs the towel over the curl, and Lovino elbows him in the gut for it. It's familiar, so he doesn't mind. He lays the towel down on the floor. "All done."

Lovino yawns, stretching his arms out. "'M tired." His bones crack a bit before he lowers them back down.

"You can sleep on me, if you want." He pulls Lovino down towards his chest, laying on the couch with him carefully nestled in his arms.

Lovino breathes in a deep breath. He's filled with the scent of Antonio- tomatoes, spices, and something sweet he can't put his finger on, kinda like honey, but also like strawberries. "Mn." He vocalizes his approval and shuffles closer. It's warm in Antonio's arms- he was cold from the rain. He wonders how he got someone so loving to love him.

Antonio runs his fingers lazily through Lovino's hair, down his neck, over the dip of his shoulder. He traces little paths on Lovino's back and presses a soft kiss to his neck. "I love you."

"Lu' ya too. Tired. L'mme sleep."

There's the sound of a quiet laugh, and then Antonio's returning to touching Lovino softly. He loves touching Lovino- whether it's sexual or romantic or just a hand on the shoulder. He can't get enough of Lovino, and he doesn't think he ever will.

Antonio spots the blanket. He pulls it over both of them, carefully tucking it comfortably around Lovino, and he kisses him again- this time on his nose, his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead, and his lips. He's not sure if Lovino is asleep or not.

He claps to shut the lights off (a handy feature) and returns his arms to their rightful place around Lovino.

"Buenas noches, mi tesoro."

Lovino smiles in his sleep.