TheDarkestShinobi: When I take breaks during smut it's so hard to get it back lol, [and the story changes EVERYTIME but more on that later] but I did my best. This has Amy experiencing a subspace drop and freaking out and Sheldon being confused and not the best at handling it. One of the most important things in BDSM is communication, and they have a little bump here because of that.

Note: I wouldn't want to call this 50shades of Sheldon because I despise everything 50 shades means.

Start

Amy's sitting on the bed when Sheldon walks into her room and he can't help the small smile that graces his face at the sight of her. She grins back and stands to meet him halfway.

Despite all of the passion before, Amy is surprised to note that this is tender and gentle. She supposes Sheldon took enough time to calm down before coming into the bedroom. She smiles and Sheldon caresses her face as he pulls her head apart from him. Amy blushes and ducks her head into his chest and he kisses the top of her head. She kisses his shoulder and then his neck as his hands find her hips. She feels the wrapper of the condom move against her and lets out a breathless word she thinks is his name.

They are kissing while he backs her up and crawls on top of her on the bed. She won't release his lips as he rips open the condom and she keeps pulling him to her. She wants more and more and Sheldon's lips bring aggression but she wants more. She's searching for that high she's already lost but the thought leaves her mind as he settles on top of her. Sheldon slides in slowly and listens for that little sigh Amy always gives. She's content and full and it's only him that does this to her and for her. In a way, he's as special to her as she is to him. Once it leaves her lips he pulls out and comes back in. Her fingernails dig into his back uncomfortably but after a few thrusts he likes the scratch against his back. He moves harder and winces as she seems to claw his back. For some reason he thinks he likes the way it hurts.

He thrusts harder to try and get Amy back for her nails but she just moans. At some point, he's sure this is a battle of who can be rougher but he doesn't care because all of a sudden it all feels amazing. When he feels her start to contract around him he stops breathing, her nails break skin and he cries out because it's all too much for him and when he can finally breathe again she's smiling softly at him.

"You're a vixen, Amy Farrah Fowler."

It's amazing, so amazing that she can't breathe by the end and yet, as Sheldon gets up to throw out the condom she can't help but feel like something's missing. It was there in the living room and she wanted more of it. She looks at the marks she left on his back as he starts to complain about them stinging, there are two cuts that drew blood and Amy ponders the neurological implications of the joy she got at seeing them. She suddenly jerks to find he's left for the shower and she's zoning out. Amy finds herself unable to do anything but stare at the wall. What's wrong with her? Since when was any of this not enough? She crosses her legs and winces while she waits for him to come back into the room.

She's applying a Band-Aid to Sheldon's back before she even realizes he's out of the shower and shakes her head to bring herself back to reality. Sheldon stiffens under her hands when she flattens the second one against his skin. She leaves her hand against his back and he swallows.

"Would you like a hot beverage?" Amy pulls her hand away quickly and watches him flinch.

"No," She tilts her head but he won't look back at her. "Why?"

"I've upset you." She can't say he hasn't, but he really hasn't.

"Sheldon," he waits, but she doesn't say anything else. He spends a minute wondering how he missed the fact that she wasn't okay. Where did he go wrong? What's going to happen to them now?

"Was it too much?" He ventures after a moment because he has to know.

"No, it was fine, it was good." She traces imaginary lines on his back. "Really." He nods.

"So, it was the activities in the living room that caused you distress."

"No I," she pauses. She liked that, a lot, too much really. "I," she sighs and Sheldon stands.

"It won't happen again." He turns towards her and says it with such conviction that her face falls. She sighs out because what can she say?

Hey, Sheldon, I know you value me as an intellectual (almost) equal who challenges you, but I really appreciated following your every command like a dog. I like when you tell me what to do and I want to feel like my purpose it to wait for your command.

Sheldon looks down quietly for a second and just wants to curl into a ball on his bed. He had been trying to figure out what she liked, but it hadn't been any of that. The worst part, he thinks, is that in the morning he's going to go through every part of this night to figure out what happened and Amy is going to feel even worse. He looks up to see her also looking away from him and swallows as he gets up and leaves the room.

See? He already knows and can't stand her. She feels so needy right now but Sheldon is rejecting her. How could sex have changed them so much? Sheldon was right not to have it but he wanted it too didn't he? He did. He wants this. It's her that's really changed. She takes a deep breath as Sheldon walks in with a mug. He looks her in the eyes and she feels them move away with what feels like physical pain. He hands her the mug and sits next to her. As she looks down into the liquid she hears Sheldon clear his throat.

"I'm sorry." What for? He's not ending this is he? Oh God. She starts breathing heavily and Sheldon's eyes flare up in panic. "I'm here, Amy." He awkwardly reaches to pat her on the back before pulling her into him. It's not a full hug because he doesn't know if he's helping or hurting at this point and Amy can't help but to start crying.

"Amy? What's wrong? Amy?" She reaches behind her to put the mug on her nightstand before throwing her arms around him.

"I love you." She repeats over and over again and he repeats it every time.

He despises himself for the fact that he now knows 38 ways Amy says "I love you," through anguished tears.

"Don't leave." She finally says as he realizes she's stopped crying. Truth is, she feels numb but she needs him. She'll always need him. He can leave now and destroy her, but she'll always need him.

"I'm here." He repeats and she glances up and stares into his eyes. He won't leave her tonight.

Sheldon finds himself staring at her sleeping form until he's sure he can paint every single hair on her body but he still doesn't have the answer. He walks into the living room and spots the plastic bag. He closes his eyes at the sight of it before he changes into his pajamas and checks out the bandages in the mirror. He thinks of string theory, Star Trek, Marvel, but it all comes back to sentiment and Amy's voice in of his head.

"Tell me what you want me to say." He voices as he reaches the edge of the bed, but she's sleeping, like he should be. He glances at the clock and frowns before sitting in bed next to his little lady.

His eyes open when she gets up but she is so scared of saying what will end them that she says nothing as she runs to the bathroom. When she comes back she asks for time so Sheldon delays his questioning. It's awkward and silent until Leonard comes to pick Sheldon up and Amy sits on the couch with her phone as she plays the night over and over again.

She gets on her computer and googles 'what's wrong with me?' but can't bring herself to take the quizzes that likely have no answer or even a significant test group to be accurate. She stares at the screen until it goes black then opens up an incognito tab. She has to be specific.

I like it when my boyfriend tells me what to do

Site after site of controlling boyfriends and help hotlines later, she sighs because it's not a bad thing. She likes it and wants it. She taps her fingers against her computer and frowns.

I like my boyfriend in charge

Nothing,

She leaves the computer as she rinses the mug of cold tea from last night. Sheldon was in charge all last night, kind of, but she really liked it when he took control and didn't give her choices.

I like my boyfriend in control

Scrolling down showed no potential at first, but she hovered over a link to a forum about "being dominated" and clicked it. This woman talked about being dominated and Amy found herself relating. She didn't like when Sheldon had punished her, but she liked spankings, at least she liked when Sheldon spanked her the other times. She liked him being rough and in control, she wanted him to pull her hair and claim her.

Domination

She should have expected it to just be the dictionary definitions. She licks her lips as she leans forward and glances at the blinking line

Domination in relationships

It's a different world now. D/s, BDSM. She glances over the results and finally choses one to look at, then another. She finds herself reading about women on tumblr and reading forum after forum.

She can finally breathe again. She's not crazy.

This could work. Sheldon likes being in charge and apparently she loves being dominated. She couldn't imagine doing all of the things that the authors did, but what they had wasn't wrong enough for them to run away and change, it was actually normal.

She finds herself distracted by reading scholarly articles about submissive behaviors in animals and feels better by the time dinner comes around.

BDSM

She knows Sheldon will gaze at the four letters in confusion before looking it up. She knows he'll figure it to be some slang and will be surprised at the results.

Dinner at 7 at my place

She hears the keys against her door at 6:45 and holds her breath as she shuts off the stove and drains the pasta. She tries to be nonchalant but is staring at the door when he opens it. He's wearing a button up shirt and black blazer and pants, which lets her know he still considers this a date night. She loves that he always dresses up for her.

"BDSM" she announces as he walks into her apartment and he licks his lips nervously.

"I've read about it" Amy shifts, barely refraining from yelling 'AND?' "And I suppose we can be classified as such." Sheldon tightens his hands on his bag. "What happened last night?" He asks and Amy sighs.

"I don't know. Everything was great until we went into the room," Sheldon tilts his head and Amy sits on the couch. "I liked all of that. Of you being in charge and making all the decisions and telling me what a good girl I am," Amy's cheeks change shade and he shifts.

"And then you burst into tears." He insists. "And those weren't the good kind like you had before, those were definitely bad tears!" Amy taps the seat next to her and he slowly takes it.

"I know, and as soon as I figure out why that happened I'll tell you, but I need you to focus on the other part right now." Sheldon is about to interrupt but stops at her please.

"I'm a submissive Sheldon. I've been researching all day; I've got journal references and everything." She looks away. "I know that's not exactly what you signed up for." Sheldon jerks before moving closer to awkwardly sit on the other edge of the couch.

"It is." Sheldon gently interrupts. "You know, my life with Leonard was so easy before Penny came along because he would do whatever I told him to do." He swallows, "and when you came along I began to see why Leonard changed with Penny, because I was changing with you." Amy smiles and he continues, "And it scared me that you kept pushing because I was losing control of the universe." Amy nods.

"I need that control." He admits as he shifts so that they are face to face. "I had you sign a contract giving me that control. Honestly, Amy, if you are submissive and are giving me that control over you willingly, it is likely the greatest gift you could ever give me."

"Really?" She's so beautiful, and perfect that he can only answer her with a kiss. "Are we okay, then?"

"I remain concerned about last night, but our relationship status is unchanged."

"Good. I've saved some sites I want you to read." He nods.

"Give me your computer then, and I'll read while you finish dinner."

They have present conversation over dinner, mostly because he has to at least feign interest in her work events and he doesn't attempt to re breach the subject of Amy breaking down after their last bout of coitus.

"I'm assuming you finished the reading." Amy changes the topic as she places her fork and knife on her plate. Sheldon nods and then places his fork down.

"Why do you bring it up?" He's hesitant and it makes her nervous too.

"I propose we try… more."

"More isn't very telling, Amy, I read some very intense things."

"No," she is quick to correct, "just a little more."

"Well, I suppose a little more would be acceptable under our contract" but she can see in his eyes that he's excited for it too. "In fact, I may already have something to help." Amy follows his outstretched arm to see the bag sitting on the couch and her throat seems to dry up. She squirms in her seat before letting out a breath. She's finally going to find out what's in the bag.

"Yes," she takes her eyes off of it to bring them back to Sheldon's face. She admires the way the suit fits him as he brings his arm back to the table and meets her eyes. "Please."

TDS: I always read stories with either blown up fights that last way too long or perfect sex that is super mind blowing all the time. I didn't want either for my story, but life has bumps and relationships are the same way so I gave the Shamy a bump to shake it up.

NOW the Shamy is about to explore some kinks, so if there is anything that you really want to see let me know. Currently I have planned to have them try some things with ropes and candle wax, but if you want something else let me know. PM me or leave it in a review because I read all of them multiple times.

Thanks for the love 3