TheDarkestShinobi: The plan was to have them see Mokingjay but seeing as I haven't seen it yet I decided to have it be catching fire. Let me know what you think! I originally wanted to put some smut in this chapter but it ended up getting longer than normal so I broke it off and it'll be in the next one. (Which will have a much shorter wait time than this chapter had.)

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When Leonard walks in to his apartment the next morning, Sheldon is waiting for him. He closes the door behind him and watches Sheldon take a deep breath. Since Penny is still asleep in her bed he can only assume Amy would be sleeping if she even spent the night, so it'll just be them.

"I spoke to Penny yesterday." He decides to preemptively strike before Sheldon can get geared up. He can very vividly remember the last time Sheldon spoke to him on behalf of Amy. Sheldon tilts his head and Leonard continues as he makes his way to the couch.

"I told her to stop picking on Amy and to tell Bernadette the same." Leonard sighs and Sheldon narrows his eyes.

"And?"

"I told her our relationship was the joke, not yours." Leonard locks eyes with Sheldon and Sheldon crosses his arms but he doesn't verbally agree or disagree. Leonard frowns.

"I can't imagine that went well." If Leonard and Penny were off again, Leonard would subconsciously hold it against him for weeks, which would hinder him, but it was because Leonard chose Amy over Penny and that, at least for the long run, was the safer choice. Leonard smiles, genuinely, before letting out a laugh.

"It did. She told me she loved me." Sheldon huffs, he would never understand the pair of them.

"But she knows." Sheldon insists. "I won't tolerate any more of this." Leonard opens his mouth to respond in the affirmative but pauses at Sheldon's look.

"You love her." Leonard wants to take it back as soon as he says it. This will cause him to freak out and leave her and he is really an idiot. He grits his teeth and prepares his next words, the damage control they'll have to be.

Leonard hears a yawn from the hallway and realizes Amy spent the night in Sheldon's room. He almost sputters but Sheldon interrupts his thoughts with a small. "I do." The conversation is over because Leonard can do nothing but stare as Sheldon gives him a very small smile before he looks towards the hallway. He watches Sheldon's back as he starts walking down it. He lets out a breath after a minute and shakes his head, and then he grins because this is all turning out to be perfect.

…

Amy had never worn Sheldon's clothes before, but when she woke up in the middle of the night she knew she had to put something on, so she did. She had managed to get out of and into bed without waking Sheldon but it wasn't so hard. He still slept pin straight, barely shifted to the right of the bed so she has space to sleep, so there were no cuddles.

She wants to change that, but she also is scared to ask for more. He would probably try if she asked but she found herself mute on the subject. He was perfectly content with her snuggling against him before and after sleep but during he became so rigid there was no point.

When she woke this morning she let out a yawn before combing a hand through her hair and looking to the clock to check the time. She would have to leave soon to get to work on time when factoring the fact she'd have to stop at home.

Sheldon opens his door and pauses at the sight of her. She's wearing a T shirt he hasn't worn in a very long time, her hair falling messily over her shoulders and the blanket pooled around her hips. He's hit with the words adorable and cute and line from poems he had been forced to read as a teen, but he says nothing, just walks over to her and kisses her on the head. He did love her and she loved him and it was likely that the name scribbled in marker on the back of her shirt would one day be her name-unless she wants to keep her own. He pauses, lips barely touching her hair. Would she change her name?

"Sheldon?"

"I never thought the sight of someone else in my clothes could be appealing." He pulls back and she blushes. He's filled with a warmth that could be a fever as he smiles back at her.

"Call off work." She tilts her head.

"Oh?"

"It's a holiday, so I don't have any office hours today."

"Are you suggesting I call off to spend the day with you?"

"It would be preferred." He pauses. "Yes."

"Oh, I don't know…" she trails off teasingly and he places his hands behind his back. Amy licks her lips in a pure pavlovian response to it.

"I can assure you, it will be fun."

She shakes her head in amusement as she reaches over to the nightstand to get her phone. His eyes trace the letters on the back of her shirt as she makes the phone call and he closes his eyes when she finishes and leans back so that her head rests against his chest.

He excuses himself to shower and Amy is completely surprised to find out not a single thing on his list of things to do for the day involved having sex and that she still isn't comfortable enough initiating.

…

"Sheldon?" He looks up from his spot on the floor to see Leonard standing nervously by his door. Sheldon turns slightly, careful not to knock over his trains.

"Yes?" Leonard looks away before back to him and Sheldon barely refrains from telling him to hurry up.

"You said you were a boy scout, right?" Sheldon has memories rise up from his years as a scout. He remembers firing guns and making fires. He remembers the hunting knife his father bought him being played with, and all of the other ones his brother got him after that. He remembers the stars being so visible when the fire died. His scout master thought he could make Eagle but he quit when his father passed. Then the idea of the germs and danger out there came to him and he never went back.

"Right." Leonard looks away. Again. Sheldon narrows his eyes. "Out with it." He says firmly and Leonard turns red.

"I was wondering if you could teach me how to tie some knots. I was looking online but still having trouble and-" Sheldon stands to cut off the pointless drabble and Leonard shuts up and brings his hand from behind his back to show the black rope that he has.

Sheldon leaves his set on the floor and he walks into the kitchen to use the island to work with. Leonard places the rope on the table and Sheldon is pleased to find out its cut into four equal pieces. Leonard picks one up and Sheldon watches as he struggles to make a slip knot. Sheldon picks a piece to show him when he pauses.

"Why?" The blush returns, and so does the sweat under his armpits. This has to do with Penny. Sheldon searches through his memories. I got an international yacht training certificate a while ago. She had decided to sail with her friends one summer. Was Leonard trying to impress her more now that she's said she loves him, surely Penny didn't need knots for that.

"Any way I could not tell you?" Sheldon frowns before showing Leonard how to properly do it.

"I'll keep asking." Leonard sighs as if he has the greatest burden in the world before twisting the rope as Sheldon takes his knot apart.

"It's for Penny." Obviously. Sheldon begins to untie Leonard's knot. "She," He pauses and Sheldon waits impatiently for him to finish. "She wants me to tie her up." Sheldon draws his head back.

"Why?" That seems dangerous, especially since Leonard didn't even know how to tie a knot. Leonard shakes his head with a look of resignation.

"In the bedroom." Sheldon looks down to the black rope and suddenly he imagines them wrapped around Amy's wrists as she's on her knees in front of him. The contrast of black against her naked skin gives him goose bumps. He clenches a fist as he imagines her squirming in bed, only now she can't move. It's not a slip knot, no, it's a French Bowline holding her arms wide and open. It's a reef knot getting tighter as she pulls away from it. He suddenly imagines her body covered in nothing but rope-dark green rope. He's so hard he wonders how he can still think.

"Sheldon?" Leonard's concerned now and Sheldon just picks up the rope to tie a bowline knot. Leonard's eyes trace the movements but Sheldon knows he hasn't caught it yet. He mentally counts how fast he can do it. Can he surprise Amy with this?

"Don't use a slip knot," he voices, trying to control himself. "Use a bowline." He's tied two more already on the same strip. He continues on the second piece. "Or a reef knot." He moves to the third, tying a reef knot. Leonard's eyebrows creep up. He ties the last one before looking up at Leonard.

"Uh thanks," Did Sheldon just give him sex advice? "Could you show me that again?" Sheldon suddenly envisions Penny tied up; the rope cutting off circulation and Leonard frantically trying to untie it while Penny tugs, just making it tighter.

"Make sure you have her permission. Sheldon starts to untie his knots so he doesn't have to look at Leonard. "Cuffs on the wrists and ankles should be loose enough that you can slip a finger or two between her skin and the rope." He could take Amy's pulse and check the tightness of the ropes at once. She'd be breathless immediately. "Never use knots that tighten when pulled on, they'll cut off circulation."

Sheldon pulls the remaining length of rope from the packaging and then Sheldon tugs Leonard's hand's forward and Leonard is shocked to the point that he doesn't fight or pull them back. Sheldon begins to tie Leonard's hands together. "Never leave her tied up alone and never tie the rope in a way that she won't be able to breathe." The windings should equal half an inch, so two winds with this thickness. He's timing himself; he's never seen the applications of this before. "Keep scissors nearby in case you mess up, because you may very well mess this up."

"Hey!" Leonard pulls his hands away but Sheldon is already done and the length of rope prevents Leonard from moving his hands away or closer to each other. Leonard pulls and pushes his hands together to no avail and Sheldon slips his middle finger between the rope and Leonard's wrist. "Let me out of this!" Leonard demands so Sheldon grabs the middle of the rope, immobilizing him.

"Just a minute." He instructs and Leonard fumes but leaves his hands on the table. In about a minute, Sheldon speaks again. "Watch my hands," Leonard does. "Make sure she is okay talking to you about this, just in case you do cut off circulation." Sheldon watches Leonard nod slowly as Sheldon released one hand and then the other. When the rope is coiled on the table Leonard shakes his head before grabbing it.

"First is the bowline," Sheldon picks up the shorter strip and begins to tie the knot slowly. Leonard needs him to do it again and again so Sheldon ties knots until he can think about something other than Amy naked and spread and tied up.

What are you doing tonight?

No plans.

Sheldon stares at his phone before swallowing. He can't stop imagining her like that. He closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath.

Come over and pick me up.

…

He won't tell her what's in the bag.

It isn't like Sheldon to keep secrets from her, especially when she can tell it has something to do with her. It has only served to make her more curious. It's a medium sized white bag without labels or logos. It is big enough to be annoying to carry around without a purpose but not so big or shapely to give anything away about its contents. She can't observe more of the bag, being that she doesn't take her eyes off the road while driving, but she knows it won't tell her much.

The other small shoulder bag is an overnight bag, which means he plans to stay the night. The thought excites her to the point that she has to remind herself to focus on the road. She wonders what he has planned for her and if it has anything to do with that bag.

Amy pulls into the establishment and notes it's something between a diner and restaurant which once again doesn't tell her anything. It's moderately busy, which is to be expected on a Saturday evening. Sheldon leaves the bag and his shoulder bag in the car and Amy pauses before getting out herself.

"Be patient." She looks up to see him smiling softly at her and her lip twists.

"I'm not used to secrets," she's so tempted to just reach into the bag. It is so close to her. She could reach into it before he would be able to pull it away. He'd be disappointed.

"You'll see it at the right time, and then it won't be a secret anymore." Amy pouts as she climbs out and stares at the bag until the closing door hides it from view. Sheldon is next to her and she shakes her head.

"Nothing we do is going to distract me from that." She says firmly and he tilts his head as he steps closer. That sounds like a challenge.

"Nothing?" She stares into his eyes as he places a hand on her car causing him to lean over her. She bites her lip as he stares down at her.

"Nothing." She says firmly and she didn't think this counted as flirting but his mouth is on hers and she's done caring about that. She feels his other hand rest on her hip as hers grab the back of his shirt. A minute later she pulls away and he grabs her hand before leading her into the place. To his credit, the bag was out of her mind for almost a full two minutes.

She tries to get him to mention the bag or give her clues but he seems content to leave her in the dark. She racks her head for any kind of special date this may be, one that social convention would require him to see her and give her a gift but she comes up with nothing. He lets out a laugh as he looks to her, that adorable and rapid intake of breath that makes him sit up straighter. She crosses her ankles under the table as she sighs and he shakes his head.

"You won't figure out what it is or what it's for until I tell you." And that served to make him a bit giddy. He sipped his iced tea as he watched her try to get it out of her mind. He rarely kept secrets and was so terrible a liar that even when he tried he wasn't very good at it.

"The Hunger Games is playing nearby," Sheldon comments as he begins to eat his sandwich. Amy pauses before bringing a forkful of pasta to her lips.

"A teenage novel?" She says mirthfully and he lets his lip quirk to the side.

"A teenage trilogy that you have open on your nightstand." Amy shoves more pasta in her mouth to give her time to think of an answer. Fortunately she doesn't have to, as Sheldon has thoughts on the subject himself. "While a movie about the very first games would be much more interesting, the books offer potential for movies." Amy smiles.

"Wait. You read them?"

"You were taking an absurdly long time in the shower and I hadn't brought my laptop. The books were right there." He explains and doesn't understand why she spends so long laughing. The thought of Sheldon holding open the book as he lie on her bed reading about Katniss and Rue and then about Joanna and Finnick was too much. Did he ever shake his head at some of the things written?

"We'll have to get there with ample time to find the acoustic sweet spot."

"Don't you already know it?" She can't imagine how terrible bad acoustics were for his overly sensitive ears, so she knows he likes a specific theater that only has 7 rooms; no doubt he's been in them all.

"I do, but I always double check." He smiles and she flags the waiter over for another round of iced tea and orange soda.

While the first movie of the trilogy left a lot to be desired for Amy, this one was perfect. Sheldon even laughed with her when she attacked him with kisses outside of the theater because this relationship with Sheldon right now is the perfection she always knew it could be.

When she backs the car out of the parking lot she almost crashes due to the flash of dark green she sees from the small bag. When Sheldon shakes his head at her she somehow loses the desire to even see what's in the bag if it's going to make Sheldon that disappointed in her. Everything is going perfectly today, she can hand over control to him as she had before. She starts to head to her place, knowing what the bag meant and she finds herself smiling as he nods his head.

She is suddenly filled with the desire to hear good girl. She wants to know that she is as perfect for him as he is for her, but he isn't even looking at her, he's looking out the passenger side window. Amy bites her lip as she makes a left turn. He'll say it at some point tonight if she can be good for him, she just needs the opportunity. She takes a breath as she pulls into a parking spot and Sheldon, without looking at her lets out a breath.

"Go inside, leave the door unlocked, get naked and kneel on the floor looking down. I'll be there shortly."

Amy is slightly upset he's not coming with her now, and very nervous about being naked with the door open, but she nods and whispers a yes sir as she gets out of the car.

Sheldon finally lets out the deep breath he's been holding as she disappears inside the building and props the door open. He lets his fist clench as he grabs the back with the rope inside of it. He's so nervous, but he thinks back to every other time they've been together and remembers with a smile that nothing will happen unless he wants it to. He takes a deep breath and runs his finger against the rope. This is his pace to choose and Amy will be content with whatever he gives her.

He closes his eyes. She's perfect. She doesn't know how perfect she is and he has to show her. He has to show her she's perfect enough to do better than him but hope she loves him enough not to. He opens the door and grabs his bag before locking it and closing it. He finds his confidence growing with every step knowing without a doubt Amy is ready for him, and that she's done every single thing he's told her to.

He closes the entrance door as he passes it and smirks as he imagines her nervously waiting. He climbs the steps slowly to give her extra time to be ready for him and when he opens her door he is filled with pleasure to see her kneeling, naked, waiting for him.

"Good girl." He praises as he walks past her to put his bags down on the couch. She squirms at the praise and smiles contently, more than ready for whatever Sheldon has planned next.