A brilliant fire

Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers
Valery smirked, tilting her chin up ever so slightly as if to feign regal authority. "I better," she murmured, her voice full of mock severity. "Wouldn't want to start a scandal in your little bakery, would we?" She'd totally fight someone over this.
Then, her grin turned wicked, her eyes alight with mischief as she added, "Though… some things are only for me to taste." Her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles against his chest, and though her tone remained playful, the teasing implication in her voice was impossible to miss.
Her grin only grew when she caught the flicker of realization in his expression, but before he could fire back, he had the audacity to call her Professor Noble.
Valery gasped. "Not like thattt!" she whined dramatically, swatting his arm with absolutely no force behind it.
She groaned, flopping back against him with an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head as if he had just ruined her vision entirely. "I meant like… a daycare. Little ones running around, tripping over their own feet, playing, learning — that kind of thing. Not some stuffy lecture hall where I have to wear glasses and recite history to a room full of half-asleep teenagers."
She pouted up at him, though there was no real frustration behind it — just amusement and that ever-present affection. "Besides," she murmured, fingers trailing lazily over his arm again, "You're the real professor in this family. My cute little nerd."
Her smirk softened into something more tender, and she leaned in, stealing another slow, sweet kiss — her way of making her point.