Sorry I haven't been writing much, but I hope you like this!

Hank was good with kids. That was something that you probably wouldn't guess from your first encounter with him. Olivia knew this, she knew that behind the tough man was a softer one inside. She loved that about him, she loved that she could sit back with a glass of wine, while he was settling Noah in to bed.

She could hear them, Noah was talking about something he'd seen at the park, and Hank was telling him all about the days when he took his own boy to the park, of course Noah didn't know that Hank's boy was now a grown man, but that wasn't important. The little boy was eating it all up, she should be mad that he wasn't going to sleep, but how could she be? The two men in her life we're bonding, and that's all she could ask for really.

She tried to act like she hadn't been listening in on the whole thing when Hank was walking back into the living room, he wore a simple smile across his thin lips, and she gave him a friendly one back as he sat down beside her, a cushion between them.

"He's asleep." He reported softly, looking over at her with those big puppy dog eyes that only seemed to come out when she was around. The mood shifted slowly, the room was dark with only a lamp illuminating a light between them. Hank slowly moved his hand over, with the intention of taking her hand in his. She let him, let him in, let him relax her. It was tough for them, they never had time to just sit back and relax, not with their jobs, not with living in separate cities. It was nice, having him sitting beside her, having him holding onto her hand like she was made of glass and he was scared of breaking her.

She placed her glass down on the floor beside her sofa, there was silence in the air as she turned to face him, a look of stillness across her tired face. She didn't want to go to bed, she didn't want to call it a night just yet. "Thank you." She whispered, realising she hadn't responded to his words, but Hank didn't care about that, he cared about the beautiful woman who sat beside him, the woman who's hand was nearly embraced with his own.

Neither of them knew who had made the first move, but lips brushed against lips, hands moved against cheeks, they were quiet, not wanting to wake up the child down the hall, it was tender, it was gentle and it was filled with built up emotion that neither of them knew how to put into words.

Their foreheads rested against each other, the sounds of two breaths trying to find the steady rhythm filled their ears. They could feel their hearts racing, like they'd been running a marathon, but all they had done was share a moment, share a thought and a feeling. It was real.

Maybe it was her suggestion, or maybe it was his intention that lead her to stand up, reaching out for his hand. He took it gracefully, following her down the hallway, each step was softer than the last as they both realised they weren't alone. In their hearts they felt like children, sneaking around a house, wanting to make out, but they weren't children, they couldn't be more adult.

The door would have slammed shut if they had the place to themselves, instead it was kicked closed behind them as hands started exploring, mouths doing more than talking, a pile of clothes were left beside the bed, this wasn't what they'd expected, this was their very first time.

Hank had been in love for many years, but he hadn't felt that way in a while, but every touch, every kiss, every longing whimper that fell from her lips, this was that feeling, this was the feeling he had been missing from his heart in the absence of his late wife.

This was all new, this was a new feeling that he never expected to feel again, skin against skin, chest against chest, feeling another heartbeat against your own, listening to someone else's whimpers, and their hushed moans. This wasn't what he came here for, but this was exactly why he would have trouble leaving.

To fall asleep in your lovers arms. To fall asleep knowing that you're safe for the time being, it's a feeling to be cherished. Whether you're in your own home, or a city far from your own. The feeling is like a steady heartbeat, the feeling is a sense of belonging, and the feeling is one that will never be replaced. The feeling of being home.