Two by Two: Ficmas in July 2Thump...Thump...Thump..."Valerie?" Daemon Gray's voice came drifting through the door to his daughter's bedroom. She managed to click the minimize button on the program she'd had up on her desktop just before the large, dark-skinned man opened her doorwithout knocking of course. Normally, she would have had a cow. It was her room after all and she needed her space. It also wasn't the first time he'd ignored decorum and barged in. The general loss of privacy tended to come with the territory of having an overly worried and protective parent. He'd accidentally caught her changing once (once too many times in both of their opinions),