Noel Noa for @sandronesdove
Notes: I'm sorry, the premise for this is pretty silly ><;
Your first instinct had been to laugh when you entered the living room. Noel sat on the couch with his legs spread and arms crossed, looking less than amused.
Laid out on the coffee table were several objects of interest; a bouquet of red roses, a small gift wrapped in red and pink, several heart shaped boxes of what you assumed to be chocolate.
Oh, and a bag from some boutique had been placed on the floor.
"I didn't think we celebrated valentine's?" You couldn't help but smile when Noel looked up at you, a brief hint of helplessness in otherwise intense eyes.
"Several women showed up after training today to lecture me about the importance of today."
Two weeks prior, he'd been interviewed for a magazine and declared (like it was nothing) that he didn't believe in celebrating valentine's day since he strived to make each day with you special in small ways.
But that didn't entirely fit with the image they had been trying to paint, and so the latter part had been cut from the article.
"They showed up with all this?" Disbelief had crept into your voice as you struggled to contain your amusement at his subtle hints of exasperation.
"They did."
Noel parted his legs further, patting the spot between them in silent invitation. Settling against his broad frame felt like truly coming home, warmth and safety enveloping you.
"I suppose there are certain benefits to dating a celebrity hm?"
He didn't retaliate, instead burying his face into the crook of your neck and pressing several kisses against the skin before pulling back slightly. "Let me remind you of a few more benefits of dating me."
