Private Dyad & Dad

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Wedding Ring

Uh oh.

Valery barely had a second to react before the world tilted, a breathless squeal escaping her lips as Kahlil fell — taking her down with him. She landed against the bed with a soft oof, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, fiery eyes wide and locked onto his. Fifteen years of marriage, and he still did this to her. The way he loomed over her, his grin smug and teasing, the weight of him pinning her in place — it made her heart race, sent heat curling through her veins. She swallowed hard, but the playful shimmer in her gaze remained.

Then, his words.

Valery's lips curled into a slow, daring smirk. "Big words, love," she murmured, voice sultry but challenging. "You really think you're gonna win this?" Before he could answer, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, her lips crashing into his with the same passion that had burned between them since the day they met.

She melted into him.

And everything else faded away.

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Valery lay sprawled across the bed, the sheets tangled around her bare form, her skin still flushed, her breath coming in slow, uneven waves. Her dark hair was a wild mess against the pillows, and her limbs were pleasantly heavy, boneless with exhaustion. Kahlil had definitely won that round.

Still catching her breath, she cracked an eye open, tilting her head slightly to glance at him. "Sooo… you're not getting up to check that datapad now, right?" she teased, her voice still husky. A slow, satisfied smirk curled at the corners of her lips.

"Because I really don't think I can move."

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Oh I made sure you couldn't move, love."

Kahlil stood bare, stretching his arms overhead and bending his back a bit. Soreness in his own limbs, but that was easily worked out after this.. Rather intensive work out. Was it part of his plan? Yes. Did he get something good out of it, no, great out of it? Also yes. He glanced over to give a smirk before he casually reached over to take up the datapad. "So, what is his name anyway?"

Valery Noble

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Wedding Ring

Valery exhaled slowly as she stretched just slightly, only to immediately regret it. Oh yeah. Sore. Every inch of her body ached in the best way, a warmth curling through her limbs that had nothing to do with the sheets tangled around her. She smirked, eyes, her voice a purr as she murmured, "I can tell."

Force, he had really made sure she couldn’t move.

Her gaze flicked up just in time to catch Kahlil stretching, his muscles flexing beneath the bedroom lights. And despite the very thorough workout he had just put her through, Valery found herself biting her lower lip again, her fingers twitching with the urge to reach out and pull him right back down.

Focus, Val.

"So, what is his name anyway?"

She blinked. Wait.

Valery barely had time to react before Kahlil reached over and grabbed the datapad. With a groan, she tried to roll over, her limbs sluggish with exhaustion, but she still managed a half-hearted glare. "Don’t you dare."

But it was too late.

The screen flickered to life, the Temple’s security feed booting up inside the archives. And right there, taped right over the camera view, was a sticky note.

“Nice try, Dad ”

Kahlil Noble ​

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil stared blankly for a moment before a chuckle ended up escaping him. He set down the datapad as he then plopped onto the bed, laying back so he was resting his head on Valery's thighs. Vera had gotten him, certainly. The fact she knew he'd look and had the camera covered, he was much more predictable to his daughter than he thought. There was a bit of a sobering realization about that though.

She was growing up. So was Aris, for that matter.

"She's not going to need us to protect her for much longer."

Valery Noble