Sharing his home, sharing his bed. It had all become so natural with her. After taking her against the shower wall, they went to his bed and spent the rest of the day there and well into the night, only coming up from time to time to drink some water or raid his cupboards for food to replenish their energy before returning to his bed for more. It was that wonderful, feverish kind of addiction to one another that always manifested whenever a couple really clicked. It didn't feel right when they weren't touching each other.<br/><br/>Jango eagerly cuddled up to her as they finally surrendered to fatigue after a final shower to wash off the exertion of their amorous day together. He draped an arm over her and fell asleep as a light rain began to fall, pattering against the window above his bed, the two of them warm and together.<br/><br/>The next morning, Jango crept out of bed to make coffee and pancakes, wanting to surprise Kairi. As he made a mess of his little kitchen while trying to stay quiet, he thought about the strange happenings that had begun as soon as she'd learned what she was and her impending meeting with the mystery man who seemed so interested in her. Any kind of jealousy he felt was completely overshadowed by genuine unease and fear for his paramour. What did all this mean and why was she at the center of it? It scared him and the thought of losing her made him burn the fist batch of pancakes because he was so distracted.