Just Chilling.

That was why they fit together so well. They could both read each others moods and mannerisms so very well, knowing exactly how to react to each varying situation. "Most definitely your hero, even if I do not have a specially shield like you do. Or did." Midori didn't know if he still had the thing. She hadn't seen it since he became an assassin. "Yes, but you're getting old a year before I am. When your hip breaks, I will still be doing cartwheels. When you have trouble getting up, I will be there to help get the blood flowing. I will always be there for my elderly husband," she smirked. "And I will never leave him for another, younger man." After round four, Midori wasn't sure she could walk, let alone complain about anything in the world. She just laid there, body numb and mind content as she nodded, agreeing with James. "Not old. Not old at all."

"Outside the States sounds fine to me. Perhaps a small island somewhere. Some place we can hide and not worry about being interrupted," she answered looking over at her now sleeping bedmate. Giving a goodnatured sigh, she sat up and kissed her softly before getting up and seeing what could be fixed when it came to food. A batchelor's pad wasn't always the best place to find something cookable, but surprisingly James was well stocked with a variety of item. In the mood for something quick and easy, Midori prepared a simple pasta dish with some sliced ham and veggies mixed in. Dishing out enough for two, Midori brought her plate back to where James was dozing, while leaving his in the oven to keep warm. She then took the time to make sure they were both comfortable and dry, gently putting a blanket over most of her fiance. Kissing him once more, she then devoured her meal as the rain continued to fall.