WARNING: Rough sex.
Part XIV
10x12 The Holiday Summation
Amy: Sheldon, I knew your mother was fine with us living together because I already told her we were.
Sheldon: Why would you do that?
Amy: This was a potential issue, so I got out ahead of it and I managed the situation for you.
Sheldon: You managed the situation?
Amy: That's right.
Sheldon: So my mother thought I was incapable of finding a mate, and my mate thinks I'm incapable of running my own life.
Penny: Okay. Then what happened?
Sheldon: Well, there's really not much left to tell. I decided that my mother views me as a child because I never went through a rebellious phase, so, I got an earring.
Sheldon looked at his earlobe in the mirror of his childhood home. It was swollen, and was throbbing still despite the alcohol that Amy had dabbed on it. So much for being rebellious.
He was still slightly angry, at both his mother and at Amy. Amy for her meddling – or managing the situation as she had called it – and his mother for treating him like he was still the eleven year old going off to college. He had grown up, and he was much better at reading people now.
Frankly, it pissed him off that they both thought so little of him.
He would get back at Amy one day. They lived together now, and there was no escaping the wrath of Sheldon.
Or maybe it would only prove her earlier opinion on him, that he was childish? Well, since she already thought that, why would he even try to make her see him differently.
He huffed. After flossing and brushing his teeth, he walked over to his old room. He crawled into bed with a comic book. Amy would probably expect him to come by her room and say goodnight to her, like he had done the two nights prior. Well, she could forget it.
His mother had put Amy in Missy's old room. "Just because you're living in sin in California, doesn't mean I have to condone that behaviour under my roof," his mother had said.
He was halfway the Amazing Spider-Man issue #109 when there was a knock at his door.
"Sheldon?" Amy asked, hesitantly. The hallway behind her was dark. His mother was probably asleep as well.
"Yes?" he looked up and tried to look as indifferent as possible.
Amy walked into his room – without asking if she could – and closed the door behind herself softly.
"I was waiting for you to come by and say goodnight," she said, sounding insecure. Good. She deserved that, after treating him like she had.
"Why?" Sheldon asked.
"Well, you came by the past two nights to say goodnight," Amy mumbled as she walked over to him, "so I kind of expected you to come by tonight as well."
"Just because something happens two nights in a row, doesn't automatically mean that it will happen the third night as well, does it?" Sheldon said snidely, and focussed on the comic book in front of him again.
Amy sat down next to him on the side of his bed.
"Sheldon," Amy said, her voice breaking a little.
He looked up at her. If he were to guess, she looked upset. But he had misread her emotions earlier as well, so how was he supposed to know for sure.
"Yes?" he said, stoic as ever.
"Never mind," she said after sighing deeply.
Sheldon wanted to huff in anger. Now he didn't even get to be properly upset with her. She was the one who treated him like a child, and he was acting like one now. Just like she wanted him to act, right? There was just a slight twinge of guilt in his gut.
"Well… good night," Amy said.
"Good night," Sheldon echoed, lowering his comic book and waiting for Amy to lean in to kiss him. He had to admit that he was sort of glad she had come by; he had gotten used to sleeping next to Amy for the last couple of months and their goodnight kiss was a ritual now. He hadn't slept as well the last two nights without her.
Amy had that insecure look about her again, but she leaned forward anyway. Sheldon closed his eyes automatically as her lips touched his. An electric current moved through him – that didn't happen anymore now he was used to kissing her on a daily basis – but the electricity had returned suddenly.
Maybe it was the residual anger. It burned in his insides.
One of his hands shot forward to grasp her arm, and the other took hold of her face, holding her close so she couldn't pull back. His lips muffled her surprised squeak, when he deepened the kiss; his lips moved over hers urgently as he coaxed them open. His tongue licked the inside of her lips, before brushing against hers. She tasted like spearmint toothpaste.
Amy made another surprised noise, but he would have none of it. He quickly shoved his discarded comic book of his lap – he had another copy, it was fine – before he pulled Amy on top of him.
She pulled back, panting a little.
"Sheldon, what - -"
But he pulled her face closer to him and kissed her again firmly, and moved her on top of him fully. He tugged her nightgown up so she could straddle him.
Grasping her hips with both his hands, he pulled her down on him while simultaneously pushing his hips up roughly. Amy squeaked into his mouth. Sheldon pushed up against her again, and rubbed her against his hardening member.
Amy pulled back from him again, breathing deeply. Her eyes were unsure and searching his.
He held her gaze. He was still mad at her. Managing the situation. He wasn't a child, despite what his mother and his girlfriend seemed to think. He'd show her how much of an adult he was.
He'd give a situation to manage.
Moving his hands up quickly, he grabbed both her breasts through the fabric of her nightgown. He kneaded them with more force then he had done the two times they had had sex now, and Amy gasped in surprise. He tugged on her nipples roughly, twisted them in hard peaks. Amy moaned, too loud – his mother was just down the hall – and Sheldon pressed his mouth against hers forcefully, muffling her.
He pulled on her nipples until she started to squirm on top of him. He needed her ready.
He all but pushed her off him when she leaned into him to kiss him, and rolled out from under her.
"Sheldon - -" Amy started.
"Hush," he ordered, pushing on her shoulders so she fell face-first into the mattress. He pushed up her nightgown quickly and pulled down her panties in one go.
Amy trembled.
He swatted her ass, making her lift it up in the air. Sheldon climbed between her legs, his hands on her bottom. He palmed her ass, tilting her hips so she was angled just right. They had never done it like this; like animals in heat. When he was a little boy he used to be fascinated by the mating of the horses he used to watch secretly in his uncle's stables.
He pushed down his own pants as well, and spat in his hand to lubricate his hardened dick. He groaned lowly. He had gotten really worked up, really fast. He could only assume Amy had as well.
He swiped his fingers over her exposed centre, and he grunted when he felt how ready she was for him. He swiped his dick through the wetness there and positioned himself at her opening.
"You may think you can run my life in California, Amy," he muttered darkly, "but in Texas I lay down the law."
Amy screamed into the pillow as he ploughed into her.
He breathed out deeply when he was buried to the hilt. She felt much tighter at this angle. Her walls seemed to pulsate around him. He waited until Amy lifted her face out of the pillow to breathe in some air, before he started moving again. He needed to take a couple breaths himself.
They had only recently done it again; they had both been wearing their Hogwarts' school robes for the first round as Amy rode him to completion, while Sheldon got more and more excited as Amy whispered things like 'letting him into her Chamber of Secrets' and 'is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?'.
It had been playful and fun. Two things that were very much absent now.
This was hard and heavy and angry.
Thinking he had given her enough time to adjust to his harsh intrusion, he pulled back until just the tip of his dick was inside her and then pushed back in slowly. Amy moaned softly. She seemed to hold onto his member inside her.
For a second he was afraid he had been too rough with her, but she seemed alright. He didn't hold back anymore. He held her hips in a firm grip and increased his pace.
Sweat gathered on his back and neck as he pushed into her again and again, his hips hitting her forcefully, his balls slapping against her with each thrust. He watched Amy in front of him. She had a tight grip on the sheets next to her head, her brow was furrowed and she seemed to be gasping for breath with each hard push of his hips into her.
A surge of something moved through him as he fucked her. There really was no other word to describe what he was doing.
Amy was breathing deeply and she mewled when he pushed into her particularly roughly.
Sheldon swatted her ass again. Amy gasped for breath. "Quiet," he hissed. His mother would hear them.
Her walls gripped him tightly in response and Sheldon groaned lowly. He had to watch himself now; it seemed unfair to berate her for being loud if he was unable to keep quiet himself. But she felt really good and so, so tight around him. It was hard to keep from moaning when she pulsated around him like this.
He was steadily fucking her deeper into the mattress, and his earlier doubts of Amy being uncomfortable with the pace he set disappeared quickly as he felt how she grew wetter and wetter around him.
The squelching sounds of their bodies meeting over and over echoed around them. Sheldon was growing tired from the work-out, and he could feel his orgasm approaching too. He wasn't going to be able to get her to orgasm like this; they had found out together that penetration alone wasn't enough to get her there, and no matter how much his balls slapped against her, it wouldn't provide enough stimulus.
He leaned forward and took hold of Amy's right arm. He pulled it back with him as he moved back up. "Touch yourself," he commanded lowly, letting go of her arm when it was in the vicinity of their joining bodies.
She seemed to hesitate, but groaned into the pillow again as Sheldon pounded into her.
"Suit yourself," he grumbled, uncaring whether she finished or not.
He focussed on his own pleasure and his own release now – he was barely holding on with the way Amy was moaning into the mattress, the tight heat that enveloped him in a firm grip, the way she trembled under him.
He felt it then; her fingers touching herself. She was rubbing firm circles around her clit, and his balls hit her fingers in the rhythm of his thrusts into her. Sheldon made a grumbling sound in the back of his throat when he felt how her body responded to her hand; she tightened around him and he could feel her shudder slightly.
He grasped her ass with both hands firmly and pulled her lower body towards himself repeatedly as he fucked her even harder. Amy was gasping loudly, and Sheldon didn't have it in him to shush her again, because he was coming hard inside her.
Stars burst behind his eyelids and his blood rushed through him. The pulsations moved through him now; fast and delicious and all-consuming. He grunted lowly while he thrusted into her warm body a couple more times, emptying himself inside her. He was breathing deeply, the tingles inside him lessening as the feeling of euphoria washed over him.
He was unprepared for the feeling of her walls contracting hard around him, milking him even further. He watched through hooded eyes how Amy convulsed before him; her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Sheldon thrusted into her shallowly, lengthening her finish as much as possible.
Amy whimpered into the mattress, and Sheldon could see how her nightgown clung to her back with sweat.
He pulled out of her slowly, and fell down next to her. His orgasm had made him feel a lot better – his anger had lessened considerably after seeing literal stars burst behind his eyelids just now. He was breathing deeply, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.
Now that the orgasmic bliss was lessening, he was able to think clearly for a second. He had been entirely too rough with her. Had he even asked for consent? A sense of dread washed over him.
"Amy," he mumbled.
"Yes?" she asked breathlessly.
"Was this - - what I just did - - was that okay?" he fumbled with his words awkwardly. He opened his eyes and turned to her, his face undoubtedly laced with worry.
Amy was panting slightly. She gave him a half-smile. "Are you kidding me?" she asked softly. "That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me."
"Good," Sheldon muttered for a lack of a better response.
Amy leaned over to him and pressed her lips to his in a quick kiss. "As much I like to sleep next to you after our coital encounters, I think it's best if I return to my own room," she whispered.
Sheldon nodded. Amy was scrambling off the bed awkwardly, and she bent down to grab her panties from the floor. Sheldon watched her put them on from his seated position on the bed.
"Amy," he called her when she turned around to leave.
She turned back towards him. "Yeah?" she whispered.
"Don't go managing situations anymore," he said firmly, raising an eyebrow at her.
Amy blushed and gave him a coy smile. "Maybe I will, if this is your way of punishing me for it," she winked at him and turned to leave again. She closed the door softly. What a vixen.
His mother gave him a stern look as he walked into the kitchen the following morning.
"Good morning," Sheldon said, unaware of the anger coming off her.
"Don't you 'good morning' me, Sheldon Lee Cooper," his mother hissed. "There was a reason I put the two of you in different rooms for your visit here, and that is that I don't condone my children sinnin' under my roof."
Sheldon poured himself a glass of orange juice slowly. His mother had such double standards; he had once seen her having sex on her couch, but her son doing the same thing in a bed was apparently unacceptable. He realised that breaking her rules like this was even better than getting an earring at the mall to show her up.
He shrugged. "What can I say, mom? I'm going through a rebellious phase."
END
