AN: In this chap things get a little risqué, don't worry there's no explicit content just references to such.

Age: 12

It was a normal morning in the Dovah household.

Dovahkiin polished his many weapons.

Serana read a book by the fireplace.

Marius was eating breakfast at the table, however something troubled the boy. And Serana took note of that from the very moment she saw the boy, he was unusually quiet. He often talked about the outlandish dreams he had the night prior. Her husband didn't take notice, which was to be expected since he was a lumbering oaf. The man lived to fight, eat, fuck, and sleep. If the thick dreadlocks, dark skin, and slightly pointed ears didn't give away his Redguard and Breton mixed heritage. She would've thought he was a red-blooded Nord.

"Sweetie." Serana called out to her son from the living room. "You're awfully quite son what's wrong?"

The Dovahkiin walked over towards the table, plucking a sweet roll out of a small bowl. He pat his son on the head before taking a seat once again to polish Dawnbreaker.

"I don't know if I should say." The boy muttered, not bothering to look at either of them.

"No matter what you say we won't get mad, unless you killed someone...and left witnesses." Dovahkiin shot Serana a glare from the kitchen table, Marius finally spoke up after a long silence.

"I heard you both last night, you're too loud."

Dovahkiin nearly choked on the sweet roll he ate. Serana's book had fallen out of her hands and into the fireplace. The light Dawnbreaker casted, dimmed slightly and Merida herself let out a cough. Dovahkiin cleared his throat, he quickly thought of an excuse for he and Serana's...late night activities.

"Well you see..." His voice trailed off, Dovahkiin knew that his son was smart just like his mother. Therefore excuses that worked on him when he was young, wouldn't work on the boy who knew too much at his age. "Me and your mother...we love each other very much."

Serana erupted into a sudden coughing fit.

"Father, I know what sex is."

"What?" Was all Dovahkiin was able to say, as many thoughts ran through his mind. Serana cleared her throat and asked.

"Who taught you?"

"Aunt Aela was telling me about how Papa and her used to date. She told me about the time you and her went to that one tomb and you gave her a-"

"Okay!" Dovahkiin interrupted.

"No continue, I'd like to hear the rest of that tale." Serana sharpened an Elven dagger.

"Son, we'll talk about this later on, right now me and your mother need to talk. Run along and play with your friends."

"But I don't have friends."

"Go outside!" Dovahkiin roared, causing the boy to hop up from his seat to rush outside.

Serana and Dovahkiin sat in silence for a few moments. They were unable to speak, both were lost for words at what their son just told them.

"So...should we stop?" Dovahkiin asked, scratching the back of his head like usual.

"You and I both no that's impossible. We're not aging anytime soon so why stop?" She asked.

"You have a point, but Marius can hear us from down there."

"Can you try muffle?" Serana suggested, that caused him to cup his chin and enter a deep thought. Would that actually work? He knew that he could silence sounds of his movement, but would the sounds of lovemaking work as well? It was certainly something he wanted to try.

"I would like to test that out, should we be more...slow for lack of better words?" He asked.

"I'm not made of glass love, I can ta-"

"Not for your sake, in case the spell doesn't work." Dovahkiin interrupted her from the table.

Serana couldn't help but feel embarrassed, her face was flushed a deep red. She got up from her rocking chair and strode over towards him with her hands on her hips.

"Whatever, but if he hears us again it's your fault!" With each word a finger jabbed at his chest.

"How is it solely my fault? It takes two of us to do the skin tango after all." The man let out a small chuckle, which only worsened the situation.

"You're so annoying! How was I ever convinced to marry you?" She asked herself out loud as she descended onto the man's lap.

"I don't even know myself, but what I do know is that you have a libido the size of Hammerfell." That joke earned a glare that pierced his very soul, though he was a man with the strength of a near god. Yet his wife could turn him into a speechless pansy.

"I'm sorry that I'm normal, and not some berserking madman with a dragon soul. Who can go without sex for years, honestly, someone with your sexual expertise shouldn't ne abstinent." Serana concluded her rant on the man, she returned to her seat and drew another book from the shelf. "One day your entire package will fall off."

The Dovahkiin raised a brow.

"Really?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

"Yes, if you go to long without release you'll get snowberries and it'll fall off." Her sarcasm went in noticed by him and he continued to press.

"All of it?"

"The pillar and the stones."

"Then I shall bed you tonight!" The Dragonborn declared with pride, as if a lion were in his breast.

The next day

When the two came downstairs the next morning, they didn't find Marius in his spot at the table. He was usually up long before them and eating, that's when the worst came to mind. He was bed-ridden sick and green as a frog, the two bursted into Marius' room to find him curled up on his blanket. Serana let out a sigh of relief and left the room quietly shutting the door. However, Marius was wide awake and wide eyed. He heard every single second of their "activities" the night prior. Maybe he'll just sleep in today, he probably could never see his parents the same again.

Serana was sat on the lap of her spouse, both had taken a celebratory ale. Score one for good parenting.

"Looks like it worked after all, perhaps we can go again later?" She asked, looking up at him with her signature sultry expression.

"Perhaps, though I don't want to risk anything." His statement caused her to raise a brow.

"What do you mean by risk anything?"

"Well...last night, you seemed to be more interested in a more rough form of love. I was afraid that I'd drive you through the ceiling during our...session."

Serana once again felt embarrassed, luckily the alcohol helped hide the embarrassment she felt. A smirk then sprawled across her face as she nuzzled her head into his warm chest.

"Twenty coins says he heard us." Serana proposed one of her wagers.

"No way, I casted muffle."

"Muffle only silences your feet."

"Serana, that's not true. Athis told me that muffle can silence all noise." Dovahkiin explained with a prideful tone.

"Athis is some lughead who spends his time drinking and getting his ass kicked. He's not a reliable source of information, love."

"Athis is just a guy who knows how to party, and besides, Dark Elves know about magic."

"But not Athis, he can't even spell magic." Serana crossed her arms, and stated with a tone dripping in sass.

"I don't like your attitude." He narrowed his eyes at Serana casting a cold glare.

"Then do something about it." She had leaned into his ear to whisper.

"Do you wanna try that thing? Y'know, where we pretend to be different people?" Dovahkiin asked, and Serana nodded.

"Maybe you can be my big strong prince, who sweeps a peasant girl off her feet. Takes her back to his castle so that he can groom her into the perfect bride then-"

"This sounds like one of your books." He interrupted.

"I always wanted to kiss a prince." She leaned forward to give the man a kiss on his lips. "And I've found mine."

"I have my moments." Serana got off his lap pulling him up by his hand.

"C'mon you big oaf, it's still early, I want you to help me burn some daylight." He smiled as he accompanied her upstairs, by the time they were done, they'd be a hot sticky mess.

A few days later

Dovahkiin had decided to take his son on a fishing trip. It was time he taught the youngster a very important lesson, patience. It was quiet, and very boring. Just how he anticipated, but what he didn't anticipate was how his son wasn't impatient enough. He expected him to moan and complain but he didn't. Though he was proud, this lesson would be all for naught. He noticed that something was on Marius' mind, the boy was deep in thought since they left. Silence had been between them until the youngster spoke.

"Hey Pa?" He muttered.

"What is it my son?"

"What's a Dovahdong?"

AN: I'd like to thank everyone for the follows and favorites. It sure does mean a lot, and I'd like to thank everyone who'll continue to support me. Also if anyone would like to see a chapter devoted to the "activities" be sure to let me now. I've only written smut twice but I'll give it a go. Lastly, I'd just like to mention that I did foreshadow some things in this chapter. So if anyone caught it, ten points to you.