13. Shoulder Kiss: Simply come from behind, embrace her, and kiss the top of her shoulder. This is a sensual, loving kiss.

Sookie x Sirius

"Godric, go to bed now. It's a school night." Sookie folded one of her son's shirts and put it in a pile of his other clothes to be put away later.

"Why do Benny and Martin get to stay up?" he whined to his mother.

"Because they're sixteen and when you turn sixteen then your dad and I will allow you to pick your own bedtime."

"Dad?" Godric called for support.

"Listen to your mum, seventy percent of the time she's right about these things." Sirius polished his violin with a content look on his face.

The redheaded male sighed defeatedly before walking up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Daddy, Mummy!" Irene Wooster came running down the stairs with a book in her hands.

"Yes, love?" her father responded.

"Will one of you finish reading my bedtime story?"

The two adults looked at eachother.

"I read last night," Sookie stated.

"Guess it's my turn," the curly haired male walked over to his daughter and scooped her up into his arms. He read the title of the book and tutted, "Must we finish this? Rapunzel, a story about a kidnapped girl who grows her hair out and is locked in a a tower. Original, yes, a best seller, no."

"I like the book so far, but Mummy says the Disney version is better."

"Then why do you insist on reading it and making Daddy wait to start reading you Sherlock Holmes?"

"Mummy said that reading fairy tales keeps the soul young and helps to set standards for my prince."

"Unless you meet a fourteen year old man who completely ruined the idea of a prince and became his own definition to the word." Sookie placed the folded clothes into her laundry basket and started to walk up the stairs. "Come on, Sirius, read Irene a chapter, so we can tuck her in."

The man grinned and walked up the stairs with his little girl in his arms. He lightly kicked open her door and laid her down in her bed. Irene moved to get underneath her pink blanket.

"Okay, we left off with?"

"Rapunzel tells Frau Gothel that her dress is getting tight around her tummy and she accidentally tells her that Frau Gothel is heavier to draw up than the Prince," she chirped.

"Frau?" he asked.

"Mummy said that 'frau' means woman in German."

"Correct, you know your mum and I went to Switzerland once, right?"

"Yep, it's one of the German speaking countries."

Sirius smiled at his daughter's knowledge, "Let's pick up where we left off."

Sookie came into the bedroom with folded clothes in her arms. She looked over at the bird casually sitting on the headboard and sighed.

"Irene, put Vivian back in her cage."

"Yes, Mummy." Irene got out of her bed and gently picked up the bird in her tiny hands. Vivian was a white dove, the young Wooster's pet. After she put the winged creature back in her cage, she went back underneath her blanket.

"I'm going to go check on Benny, read to Irene."

"About to," Sirius flipped to the bookmarked page and shooed away his wife.

Sookie opened the door to her eldest child's bedroom, "Benny? Martin?"

"Evening, ," Martin, Benedict Wooster's best friend/tutor greeted kindly.

"Hey, Mum," Benny said while erasing his answer.

"Martin, it's ten," the ginger informed while putting her son's clothes into his drawers.

The blonde's eyes widened in fear at the thought of going home, late. His friend noticed this and immediately took action. Benedict knew better than anybody how horrible and abusive Martin Faraday's parents were behind closed doors.

"Mum, is it alright if he stays the night? He can borrow my clothes and we can walk together to school."

"If it's alright with his pare-"

"Can you call them and ask if he can?"

Sookie sighed and nodded after closing the drawer, "I guess so, Martin, I'll set the sofa up downsta-"

"It's okay, Mum. Martin and I don't mind sharing my bed."

While Sookie knew of her son's interest in... men, Sirius still seemed unaware of Benedict's sexuality, or his growing love for Martin.

"If you want, Benny, go get a pillow out of the linen closet."

He nodded and left the room.

"He's improving, ," Martin commented.

The woman smiled, "That's good to hear, sweetie. He pushes himself so hard."

"Ben wants to be an actor and he can barely read five pages of a script without having bad headaches."

"Well I'm glad he has a friend who's so dedicated to their friendship and his future career."

Martin looked shocked, "So you think he can be an actor?"

"Yeah, Tom Cruise has dyslexia and look at him. Every woman in her teens in the 80s knows he's from Top Gun. My mama made me see it when I was twelve. If a guy like him can be an actor and overcome his dyslexia, then I see no reason for Benedict Percival Wooster to not be one."

The blonde smiled at his friend's mother. Benedict came into the room with a fluffy pillow tucked under his thin arm.

"Well I'll leave you two boys alone," Sookie walked over to her son and kissed his forehead. "Love you, honey."

"Goodnight, Mum," he replied.

"Goodnight, Mrs. Wooster."

"G'night, boys," she walked out of the room and closed the door.

With the pillow still under his arm, the oldest Wooster sat on his bed and gave Martin a small kiss on the lips.

"I think your mum knows," Martin stated.

"I think so too."

After Sirius had finished Rapunzel, he met up with Sookie outside of their other son's room. The sound of Godric playing the violin filled the hall. The man smiled proudly at his wife while she rolled her eyes. He opened the door to reveal the ginger playing his violin on top of his bed with his dog, Balto, curled next to him.

"Come on, honey, bedtime." Sookie put away the clothes she had in her hands.

"Fine," he said.

The Wooster put his violin in it's case on his bed stand. Sirius petted the black, three legged dog. Leave it to his second son to want to take care of and keep a handicapped animal as a pet.

"You guys seen Gladstone?" Sirius had been looking for his Border Collie since he woke up.

"I think he's in the backyard, Dad."

Sookie looked out the window and saw the dog chasing fireflies outside. She shook her head and walked over to her son.

"Goodnight, Godric," the ginger kissed his forehead.

"Mum! I'm too old for that!"

"You're never too old for a kiss from your mum." To emphasize his point, Sirius kissed his wife.

The ginger stuck his tongue out in mock disgust, "Whatever, I'm going to bed. Goodnight, Mum, Dad."

Godric scooted on the bed, so he would be underneath the covers. Balto barked and snuggled into his master's side. Both parents smile and went to leave the room. Before Sookie closed the door, her husband flicked off the lights.

Sookie untied her hair and buttoned up the dress shirt she was borrowing from the curly haired male half way.

"You know I realized something," he mentioned from on top of their bed.

"What's that?" she asked.

"You hardly ever wear actual pajamas to bed."

"Well what about you, you just wear your boxers and a t-shirt."

"That's different," Sirius replied.

"How so?"

"What I'm wearing actually belongs to me. That shirt belongs to me."

"Well my button ups end at the waist, yours are long enough to end below my butt. And I DO wear pajamas."

"Your seductive teddies don't count, you wear those to turn me on," he clarified. "And because you wear them to turn me on, I end up tearing them off off you so we can have sex," the detective said rather bluntly.

Sookie pouted before walking over and sitting on her side of the bed.

"But it works," she commented.

"Indeed," Sirius sat up and pulled the redhead closer to him.

"Let go," Sookie giggled.

The British man shook his head and just held the woman in his arms. Sookie smiled, knowing he couldn't see her face. He moved the loose material off her shoulder to kiss the freckle covered skin.

"We're doing great with the kids."

She leaned into his chest and sighed happily, "I'm tired."

Sirius grinned, "Let's go to sleep then."

Pulling her closer, he snuggled into her.

"Love you, Sook."

"Love you, too."