IMPORTANT NOTES: This fic is primarily for those who are capable of reading very detailed, heavy, smut. It's rated M for a reason. And while the smut won't be starting for a few chapters, it is basically all that this fic is going to be about. It's a sexual, dom/sub fic. So if you're into that stuff like I am, congratulations! You've come to the right place. The chapters are going to be pretty short at first, but eventually get longer as the story progresses. Hope you enjoy it, here's the first chapter.

I don't own Degrassi.

It's boring now, honestly. They both can tell from two minutes in that they just want it to be over. And it hasn't always been this way, either. It's only started a few months back when Clare started taking birth control so Eli wouldn't have to wear condoms every single time they fuck. It's just different now and neither of them can really tell what's wrong. He's wanted to say something for a few weeks now, but it's pretty hard to tell your wife hey, our sex life is boring as shit now without offending her. She wants to say something too, but doesn't know how. Even though she's matured since high school, she finds it uncomfortable to talk about sex. They don't really talk about it before it all goes down, just that he goes down and she'll be screaming his name all night long. Or at least, that's what it was like a few months ago. Now he's just sticking it in and she's just pretending it feels so unexplainably amazing.

"Look," he says, taking a long sip of his coffee. "I don't know how to tell her. I don't even know what to do to make it better. I want to be with her forever, but this sex life shit sucks. If I can't please her or myself, do you think that'll effect things down the line?"

He's had to confront his best friend about all of this, since he can't approach Clare about it. She's tall and thin and her long brown locks are being twirled in her perfectly pedicured fingers. She gives a long laugh and shakes her head. "You just need to spice things up in the bedroom. Try out some new things."

"Yeah, but how?"

"Eli, I'm sure you know how. Don't make me have to spell things out for you." She wraps her hands around the coffee mug, bringing it to her lips. When she retracts the cup there's a small glimmer of whipped cream on her upper lip which she dabs off with her napkin. Eli blinks, still somewhat confused as to what his best friend is trying to get at. "God, Goldsworthy. This is Clare we're talking about. She's small and innocent and submissive. You're Eli Goldsworthy. You're dark and sarcastic and dominant. You just have to be a little naughty, show her who's boss in the bedroom."

Eli bites down on his lip. Yeah, he's thought about what she's talking about but how on earth do you bring up that sort of thing to your wife? "I don't know if she'd be into that, Fi." He says uneasily.

"Please, she'd be overly into it. All good girls just don't know how to be bad, but their inner minx is yearning to explore." Fiona explains. "Imogen's into it." She pauses, and it looks like she's springing up an idea by the way she taps her bright red nails on table in front of them. "I run a little business that I haven't exactly told you about."

"Okay."

"Imogen and I sort of give pointers, to couples with the same problems you're going through. I'm not going to name any names, but you do know one of my clients." Fiona grins, looking awfully proud of herself for being able to say that. "Talk to Clare about it. Tell her how you're feeling and that you have an idea on how to fix things. Bring her around to my condo and we'll figure something out. And, since you're my best friend, I'll let all of this go free of charge. You're lucky, because I'm not cheap."

"Honestly, I'm all for this stuff," Eli starts, folding his hands on the table, "but how… intense does all of this… stuff, get? I'm not quite sure what to call it."

"BDSM?" Fiona giggles, earning a nod from him. "It can get as intense or it can be as simple as you want it to be. It really all depends on how you and Clare want it all to work. I know exactly what I'm doing, Eli. I have forms and such. It's not like we jump right into the sex stuff." She smirks, finishing off her coffee and checking her phone. "Hey, sorry, I've gotta run. I have a meeting with a client." He raises his eyebrows.

"A fashion client, dickwad. Text me when you get over your fear and are ready to explore a new sexual world!"

…

He's still a bit confused on how to approach Clare about all of this, but he's into it. He's into the idea of telling Clare what to do and doing things to her that he usually wouldn't when they're in bed together. But he's still scared she's not going to be as into it as he is. He doesn't really think Fiona's comment about Clare's inner good girl trying to escape is necessarily true, but there is a chance. He can recall in the past, times when Clare's tried to be some sort of "bad girl" and not succeed at it at all. He sighs, rubbing his face in the living room of their apartment.

Clare's in the kitchen. She's got all of her hair pulled back in this messy ponytail and she looks somewhat bored, just standing around and pouring two glasses of wine for her and Eli.

"What's up?" She asks, placing the glass down in front of her husband, smiling just because she can. "You look stressed."

"Work, I guess." He lies, picking up the glass. "They're getting really strict about me showing up to certain rehearsals. Since I'm only assistant director, they only need me Monday through Thursday, so when I show up on the weekends they get kind of pissed. Not like, you know, happy I'm trying to help out."

"That's weird. I'm sorry. Did they say something today?"

Eli nods. "Yeah, they told me to leave. I would have been home hours ago but I went out for coffee with Fiona." Eli takes a big gulp of his wine, wondering how to start even talking about the whole BDSM situation and Fiona's offer. "Hey, so, I wanted to talk to you about something. Sit." He pats the empty spot on the couch next to him and smiles awkwardly. "So I know that uh, us getting intimate lately hasn't exactly been the best of the best…"

"Oh no," Clare breathes. "I was hoping you weren't going to say anything. I'm sorry, I know – it's my fault."

"What? What no, Clare, it's not your fault. It's both of us; we're both in the dog house. Just, let me continue." Eli silences her, and she nods, taking very small sips of her drink. "I have a couple ideas… I mean, Fiona gave me a couple ideas…"

Clare cringes. "You were talking to Fiona Coyne about our sex life? I'm so embarrassed…"

"It wasn't anything too detailed. I just told her that we were both clearly bored with what was happening and that I didn't know what to do. She wants to help."

"Help? How is she supposed to help?"

"She runs a little… sex-ed business sort of thing. I don't know how to explain it. We'd just have to go and she could make better sense of it than I could. It's worth a shot, right?" Eli says optimistically. Clare doesn't look too convinced, yet, somehow still wanting to try. She purses her lips.

"I don't know, Eli. What if it's not what we're interested in?"

"Then we leave. We don't do anything you don't want to."

"Yeah, but what if you want to?" She throws back. Eli cocks his head to the side.

"There are two of us in this relationship, aren't there? We make decisions together and we compromise. I just want to make you happy. I say we give it a try or two. What about you?"

Clare pauses, looking around the living room as if she'll find an answer written on the walls in magic marker. "I say… why not? Can't hurt trying, right?"

Oh, if only Clare Edwards knew what she was getting herself into, she wouldn't make statement like that.