The evening was settling in slowly as many that worked during the day came home, and those that worked at night left their homes. It was a shift that continued, showing how restless a civilisation really was, always someone working, guarding... loving. One such pair is freshly united as the moon is revealed by the vanishing son, a pair of this wolf and his secret mate. 
The wolf, gray and white, aging twenty, slowly opened the door. He was a little tired, weary from talking and dealing with idiot employees and such, settling with the simplicity of a gentle hug of his lover, a blue otter. The hug was simple and gentle, as explained before, but despite the lack of complexity, this single gesture lasted longer than one would expect, showing how much they cared for one another. 
The wolf, named Reylan, worked in a kitchen, dealing with those that barely understood the difference between a spork and a spoon; also justifying himself to the customers that thought that lobster grew in plastic cups. The otter, named Jimmy, worked as artist for hire, taking any price for any piece, always punctual. Both coped with their job and did it with perfection simply by knowing they'd be together by doing it.
The hug lasted for minutes, five precise, but to them, it was a lifetime, in which they shared all the love they could ever feel. Even then, they had so much more. It was strange, to feel drained from work at one moment, then, simply by hugging another being, to feel so full of energy and desire one could jump to the moon.