TheDarkestShinobi: I wasn't going to send this one out just yet, but I got something together for Valentine's Day.

Now to bring up something very important to me. 50 shades of gray. Do not go see this piece of junk. Do not watch the mockery of BDSM and the normalizing-romanticizing- of domestic abuse. DON'T DO IT. There are so many things wrong with this trilogy and the fact that it is based off of twilight which also has red flags for domestic abuse doesn't help. If you must go see this damn catastrophe do so in a way that doesn't make them any money. Please.

Now, instead of seeing 50shades of abuse, I offer you a drabble. If you give me a situation that the book does (or doesn't) I'll write it, (THE RIGHT WAY with consenting adults that can handle it) This can be any couple from any of the groups I post stories for. Additionally I have watched Glee (S1-2) Psych, Flash, Arrow, Gotham and Once Upon a Time-(haven't watched the latest season yet), so those couples are up for grabs as well.

The catch is you have to promise not to go see that movie, or give them any money. I'll have to trust your word on it so be a good girl or boy for me and I'll reward you.

Start

"Good girl," he says, because he can't think of anything else to say as he sees her exactly as he knew she would be. She's looking down, likely out of nervousness, but he watches her smile and squirm under the praise. He locks the front door before walking forward and placing his bags on the couch. He starts by taking off his shirt and shoes. He pulls of his socks and looks back at her waiting and decides to walk back to her room. He's tested her before and knows she is patient enough to wait there for him.

He scans the state of her room with a nod, everything will work nicely in here. He has flashes of scenes of lovemaking in his head and finds himself growing hard. He lets out a breath to collect himself, but his erection will not go down. He leaves the door open before walking back to Amy.

She closes her eyes and tries to determine his path through her apartment. The bag, her sole focus for the evening is sitting on the couch unsupervised but Sheldon's words have her pinned here. She wants to get up and check it, but her desire to make Sheldon happy is all she can think of right now. She knows he's looking in the bedroom and she wonders how insane his plans are that he needs to double check the layout of her room.

Whatever it is, she will comply.

She will do as Sheldon says.

Always.

It makes her so happy to do what Sheldon wants her to, because he wants her. She is the special one Sheldon has let in, that Sheldon has loved. She smiles as the pressure on her knees disappears, the feel of the floor against her toes and her hair against her back changes. It's like she is beginning to float.

"Amy." She vaguely hears his voice, but Sheldon brings her back. She opens her eyes to find she is panting, but not in the just having run type of pant. Sheldon tilts his head as he absorbs the information she is giving him. He brings his hand to her neck to take her pulse but she closes her eyes and moans as he touches her neck causing him to jerk back in response. He stands and she looks up at him, wearing only pants she can see his chest and the bulge in his pants. Is that from her kneeling here?

"Close your eyes." She does without a thought and he narrows his eyes slightly.

"That's my good girl." He murmurs, almost to himself and she feels it travel through her body and settle between her thighs. Sheldon watches her breathing.

"Is it my words that have you in this state?" No response. "Is it following my commands?" There's a hitch. "You're fascinating Amy. Exquisite." There is a small smile and he embraces her precious face in his hands. "Good girl." He feels her pulse spike and her breathing go up. He pulls away and her head follows him but she doesn't move.

He wonders if it is the phrase on its own, or in response to a command. Maybe it is just in response to commands.

"UP." He surprises himself with the sudden and forceful command but Amy stands. He crosses his arms behind his back to refrain from touching her and she opens her eyes. He notices the dilation and clears his throat.

"Eyes closed." He doesn't need his appearance to be a factor today. "How do you feel?"

She hears him, but the words aren't coming out. She can't begin to remember how to speak right now. Sheldon watches her mouth twitch without sound and smirks. He finds his own pants to feel dizzying on him. He takes a step closer and closer until they are almost flush against each other. "Don't touch." She doesn't move and he murmurs a good girl into her ear, letting his lips brush against her and hears a very telling moan in response. He closes his own eyes and swallows as the sound echoes in his head.

"How do you feel?" He repeats and she gasps as she regains the use of her mouth.

"Aroused." She pants. "painfully aroused." She smiles. "Blissful."

He takes a step back and places his hand on her shoulder before pushing down hard.

"Knees." She drops under his hand and he blinks in surprise. This is unanticipated. He replays the night in his mind and even a few experiences from their other encounters.

"Good girl." She smiles again and he marvels at how he's turned a phrase into an aphrodisiac. He unbuckles his belt and her mouth falls open for him.

If drugs are anything like this, she suddenly understands addiction. She understands the desperation of the animals in her lab. She understands what they will do for that feeling. This is beyond the natural high of fight or flight or the endorphin rush after a morning jog. She didn't feel the ground when she dropped. She can only hear Sheldon, can only listen. Life is so much simpler this way, when she only has to listen, no stress about pushing Sheldon too far or saying the wrong thing. It may be wrong to say but she loves not having to direct them and she doesn't care that she doesn't want the responsibility. The only thing that matters right now is Sheldon, and the next thing he tells her to do.

"Are you okay?" Sheldon asks as he steps out of the rest of his clothes. He stops at her lack of response. "Amy, are you okay? Do you want to continue?" She doesn't respond. He kneels next to her and places his hands on her shoulders. "Amy?" He doesn't know what's happening to her. She'll respond to commands.

"Answer me." He lowers his voice and speaks with authority and she keeps her eyes closed but looks at him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes." It's a breathless word he barely hears.

"Do you want to stop?"

"No," it's a desperate plea that causes him to twitch, "please," she begs and she doesn't know what she's begging for. He squeezes her shoulders before standing.

She knows he's in front of her, a single reach of her tongue would have him in her mouth, but she waits. He will ask it of her soon and she wants him to ask her too. No. Oddly enough she doesn't want him to ask. She wants him to tell her. It has always been her pushing and taking, her demanding more but now she wants him to demand things from her. She feels like her consciousness is altered, and she's having thoughts she wouldn't have with the right facilities. She wants to attach electrodes to her head to see her condition later. Is this how people get addicted to sex?

"Amy." Sheldon says with purpose and she knows what he wants but she wants to be told. She waits and the second he does tell her she reaches for him so quickly that she is stopped by her gag reflex and Sheldon's very shocked moan. Sheldon's mouth drops open in shock at the sensation of being swallowed. He looks down with wide eyes as continues. He starts panting and she moans around him and he closes his eyes as his mouth opens wider. His hips jerk of their own accord and he grabs Amy's hair because he's not sure if he wants more or less. She stops and he slides out of her mouth. He watches the saliva connecting them stretch and then fall before he groans out and brings her back to him.

He leaves his hand in her hair as she bobs but he lets her pick the pace, he is too busy memorizing every sensation she's giving him and every sound that escapes her mouth. He finds the bag on the couch but finds he doesn't want to experiment with it at the moment. He just wants Amy and whatever that is she's doing with her tongue.

Suddenly it's too much and he's clenching his toes and struggling to breathe. He calls her name because he needs to warn her that he's coming, but nothing else comes out of his mouth. He pants and breathes her name and the hand in her hair tightens and he hopes she understood the warning but it doesn't matter if she did because there's nothing he can do to stop it. As soon as he comes back to his senses he hauls her up and pulls her into him. She comes easily and he grips her hips.

"Good girl." He means to whisper it, but it comes out as a growl every bit as hungry as he is. He meets her lips and her hand is pulling on his hair in a way that only makes him want to be inside of her quicker. The bedroom is suddenly too far and he can't think of anyplace that would work. He huffs in frustration before turning them and walking her back into the wall. She moves easily with him and he realizes that staying on her knees so long must have been difficult for her. He smiles as his fingers find the space between her legs.

Amy is flying, or falling, she isn't in her apartment any longer. She feels Sheldon's fingers moving against her and throws her head back even before then enter her. She's doing all she can to breathe as he moves to kissing her neck and pumping her slowly.

"Oh god Sheldon." She moans and she has no idea what's happening to her because they've had sex before but this feeling is entirely new. This is an addiction, because Amy is already dreading every moment they are not together like this. Sheldon lifts a leg up and Amy lets out a loud moan as he position's himself and rubs against her. It's so hot against her and she can feel every inch of him. She feels the fire between them and suddenly she shakes her head.

"Condom." She squeaks and he groans as he leans his head against the wall and drops her leg. She pants as he stops everything he's doing to her but before she can worry about her saying anything he tells her to go to the bedroom.

She pushes off the wall but before she can turn and apologize she feels the hand against her ass. She blushes at the slap and moves to the bedroom with a smile. Sheldon lets out a deep breath as the cool wall helps him regain some of his senses. He clenches his hand and then pushes off the wall to grab the condoms from his bag. He pauses and lets his fingers trace the plastic housing the green rope. He shakes his head. He can't bring that up now, with the both of them as out of their facilities as they are. He can save that for the morning. He sees a few messages from Leonard and simply replies he'll be staying at Amy's. He finds the condoms and after glancing at the door makes his way to Amy's room.

The world can wait until morning; his is waiting for him in the bedroom.