When you, Sheldon and his mom, Mary, got home from Germany, he had only just found out that her and his dad had been writing to each other back and forth. To every normal person, it was endearing, but to the totally not crazy, brainiac, it was a waste of time. I have to point out one thing, the way Mary and George wrote to each other about making love when she got back.

Sheldon was disgusted the first time he walked in on his Mom and Dad getting to it, but he went unnoticed in that moment, so it was never to be spoken about. A few times after, he had grown accustomed to sounds of love and Mary’s idea of bringing the romance back. It had been a while, and although Sheldon is all brains, he’s a teenage boy as well, and he has needs. He was, however, oblivious on how to ask someone to help him. Until he asked you, and it was vulgar.

You were both lying beneath the covers on his bed in his dorm room at the university, both breathless, and beneath the covers was a darn mess. Tangled limbs, skin against skin. His hair was messy, which was all the more attractive. Little did either of you know, his mom stopped by to visit and see how he was doing with his work. He was doing well with a certain type of work, I suppose. It was only a matter of time before she walked in on the aftermath of sex between a brainiac and a girl who never understands half of things he’s saying.