Sure, this could go a lot of ways and neither of them completely knew what the other wanted aside from the obvious. But it seemed that both of them were impassioned enough by the other that they were eager to take whatever they could get. Ultimately, any insecurities about the whole ordeal were unfounded because both of them really did want something meaningful and lasting but neither of them knew that was what the other wanted. Still, that uncertainty lent a bit of excitement to the whole thing.<br/><br/>"Don't worry. We can breathe under water, remember?" He was used to living in the tumultuous climate of the island and practically spent half his time in the ocean. Even so, she was healed enough that salt water wouldn't be much of a problem if he DID make a mistake. But he was far too focused on getting them both back to his place that he was confident nothing like that would happen.<br/><br/><br/>It seemed the storm was there to stay because it didn't let up at all. Their clothes and hair plastered down by the water, Jango waded with her across the strip of water that separated the smaller island from the larger one with relative ease. They made it back to the shore and along the beach, back to the part of town where a lot of the more local businesses and residences were. The place where his house boat was docked was close to the fishing boats, their masts swaying back and forth as they bobbed on the choppy water, tossed by the wind.<br/><br/>Jango found himself laughing as he led the way up the steps to his front door completely soaked now, fumbling with his keys until he got it unlocked. The cold wind and rain had done little to lessen the desire he felt for her, letting her in before him into the small residence. It was cramped enough to be a bit of a squeeze but spacious enough that it was more quaint than inconvenient. Cozy even. The house was practically one long room. It was mostly a living room slash kitchen with a little dining area and a couch. One third of it was a bedroom that could be closed off from the rest by a folding screen. His bed was big enough for two but still compact. There was a small closet and a dresser and a washroom as well.<br/><br/>"You cold?" He asked as he kicked off his shoes. "You can use the shower if you want to warm up," he offered as his shirt came off. He tossed it into a hamper in the bedroom part of the main room, walking over to the closet and coming back with a pair of blankets to warm them up. As a species, they weren't very susceptible to cold temperatures but he was thinking more about comfort than necessity. When out of the ocean, he personally preferred to be warm and dry.