The smell of vanilla filled the house. Hank dried his hair as he walked out of the bathroom. From the hallway, he could see soft light bouncing around the living room. He tied his sweatpants as he headed down the hallway to the living room. He couldn't help but smile. Antonio, standing on the middle of the room in his well worn pajamas, was waiting with a small smile. He held his hand out, Hank dropping his towel and taking it, pulling his mate close to him.
"What is all this, Toni?" Hank asked, nosing along Antonio's neck.
"I wanted to dance, and we haven't had time to bond lately. It seemed like a good time…"
Antonio hugged Hank tightly, swaying slightly to some unheard beat in their head. It was just the two of them swaying in room lit by tons of candles. Nothing else mattered. Hank slid his hands from Antonio's shoulders to his hips, resting there as he leaned in to softly kiss his mate.
It was times like this when Antonio remembered the reason he loved Hank so much. The tough persona was packed away, stress was stripped off his shoulders and thrown away, allowing the older wolf to simply be. Hank was so soft when it came to Antonio. He handled him so carefully, even when he was upset with him. There was not a single nerve, bone, or muscle in the older wolf's body that would allow him to ever really hurt his mate.
"Never forget that I love you, Antonio," Hank murmured softly.
A grin spread across Antonio's face. "I never could forget, Hank." He kissed his nose. "I love you too."
The two stood there, swaying together, keeping their bodies pressed close together, as if they were afraid that when they separated, the other would disappear. It was a good way to end the day, and their bond became stronger.