TheDarkestShinobi: BDSM is often portrayed as violent and only done by broken people who don't know how to love, when the reality is often quite tenderer. The very act of submitting requires great trust and to hold power over another like that can be humbling. There is a great give and take in those relationships that is often overlooked for the kinky play.

This is little plot and much smut. Enjoy

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Start:

"Ready to go?" Leonard pushes open the door to see Sheldon staring out his window. He closes the door behind him and places his suitcase on the table. "What's up?"

"Dr. Gablehuaser visited me," he looks to Leonard before back out the window. "It appears I'm up for tenure."

"You worried?" Leonard knows it is either getting tenure or getting fired at this point.

"No. Most of my career has been perfect; they'd be idiots not to give me tenure."

"Most?" Leonard can't think of an aspect Sheldon didn't have, papers, students, grants, it was all there. Sheldon sighs.

"I was told to expect them to question the integrity of my work and my stability."

"I'm so sorry." Leonard looks down as his heart sinks. "It's because of me isn't it, the Artic Expedition?" Sheldon doesn't answer and Leonard sighs. "I am so sorry Sheldon. I didn't think of any of this when it happened, I was being stupid and careless. It should be my integrity up for question."

"It will be." He turns away from the window with his hands behind his back. Leonard bites his lip "not now, but when your tenure comes up. People know it was you who tampered with the data."

"Do you know what you'll say?" Will you throw me under the bus?

"Not yet, but it is one spot on an otherwise perfect portfolio." He grabs his messenger bag. "I'm the leading researcher in string theory right now," he adds, "even with a denial of tenure; it shouldn't be too hard to find employment elsewhere." Leonard knows it's not true, but he nods anyway.

"To Amy's?" Leonard was planning on complaining before, but now he doesn't want to.

"Yes."

…

Amy looks up from her paper at the knocking on her door. She hears Sheldon call her name and takes the highlighter out of her mouth to cap it and place it on the table before standing and straightening her long skirt. He calls her name out again and she makes her way over to the door with a small smile.

"Hello," she starts as she opens the door after his third knock. Sheldon takes half a second to take her in before he moves forward. She feels his warm hands behind her neck as he steps into her space but before she can even take a breath he has crushed both their bodies and their lips together. One hand drops to her hip as he pulls away slightly and the other tightens in her hair.

"I haven't been able to think about anything today except for you." He confesses.

"You like it then?" He answers that question with a big step forward that forces her back and another kiss that has her lips swelling under his teeth and her breath heaving. She pulls back to catch her breath and he kicks the door shut with his foot.

"Yes." He growls out in frustration. "Can you feel how much I like it?" He asks in return with a thrust of his hips as he kisses her neck. She gasps out. He was already hard and eager for her. He thrusts forward again, almost helplessly. "Always," his mouth bites her neck, as if he wanted to make her mark permanent "you turn me into a lust driven man, Amy." He lowers his lips to kiss her shoulder.

"I'm not sure what to do with it all;" the sensory input, the lust, the inability to focus. He begins to understand why the teens he was surrounded by in high school and college paid too little attention to everything. He inhales as he shudders. Amy feels his hands tighten on her skin.

"You smell so good." The hands tighten even more. "You make it so hard to control myself."

"So, don't." She kisses his neck once and feels him shudder between them. It's such a different sexual experience that it has her as excited as their fist. One more kiss and she seems to have kissed away the last of Sheldon's resolve.

Amy always can tell when Sheldon's got a plan. He is a man of schedules, itineraries and lists. Once he figured out how to kiss her hard enough to make her knees buckle he kissed her like that each and every time. He's mapped out the most sensitive parts of her body over time. It wouldn't surprise her if he's got a mental list of things to try with her but this isn't like that. Sheldon's lips are sloppy against hers, like he's forgotten how to kiss her. His hands are trying to grab all of her at once, desperately squeezing every inch as if he won't get another chance. It's entrancing, to see Sheldon lose control of himself, all because of a picture this morning, a picture of her. He's messy and sloppy and the saliva he left on her cheek is almost as erotic as his hand on her ass.

He groans into her mouth and her hand moves in between them to cup him. He breaks the kiss in a pained moan and she rubs him as she wraps her hand around his neck. He looks back to her and she's appalled at how dilated his eyes are, like a man on drugs, and he pushes her back like a man starved. Amy kisses back every time his mouth descends and she moves where he guides her but she's completely sure Sheldon has been replaced by an animal. This is what she had wanted all those months ago, and now she's not sure what to do with him.

"Up." He urges as Amy's back hits the kitchen island. She jumps up and he helps guide her to the table where he wants her because he can't seem to wait any longer. He takes off her shoes and stockings as she removes her top and he can barely wait for the zipper to lower before he's yanking off the skirt too. She's left in the outfit he's been thinking about all day and he pauses long enough to burn the image into his mind before doing anything else. She spreads her legs for him as she looks down at her Sheldon and he's saving that image too.

Hungry.

This is no other way to describe it, he decides as he stares at the darkening spot on her red panties. As he hears her breath enter her lungs, smells her arousal he knows he could spend years memorizing her form with his tongue and his hands until he can recreate her masterpiece with his eyes closed. He's hungry for the smell and taste of her. He's hungry because she's spread for him like a meal, and he plans to devour her.

First, he gave her an open mouth kiss right where he knew she was most sensitive. She was arching into him already and he hears the small moan leave her. This wasn't like any other time, where he mapped her body, teased her, or had a goal. He simply moves the panties and dives in as soon as he starts. He couldn't help himself and she couldn't find a single reason to stop him. At some point she must have leaned back because Sheldon's hand reaches up to pinch a nipple at the same time he slides a finger into her.

The first time she came, she thought he'd pull out but he didn't, he added another finger and pumped her as he moved his mouth off of her clit to let it recover. She squirms at the sensation, but relaxes into it again after a few seconds.

"Sheldon," Amy moans out. "That was amazing."

"Past tense implies it's over." His voice is rough and her response is lost as his lips move back to her. He can taste her orgasm, but still, he wants more. The friction against his pants is becoming painful, but still, he just wants her on the table.

The second comes with Amy's hands grabbing the island tightly and arching her head up to watch Sheldon work. Sheldon doesn't need to see the orgasm on her face or feel the pulsations around his fingers because all of a sudden his fingers move like a hot knife through butter. He pulls back and Amy watches him discard his clothes with more haste than he's ever been known for, especially in the bedroom. She throws her head back and tries to remember how to breathe as he puts the condom on and then tries not to scream as he slides into her. The new position and angle felt amazing. She rolls her hips to get him to move but he just closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

What feels like an eternity later for Amy, Sheldon grabs her hips for balance, opens his eyes, and then pulls out to push into her in one fluid motion. She moans out, rather loudly, as he continues to take her. It is incredibly erotic to know she's still got clothes on. Her panties are just pulled to the side because Sheldon could not wait to take her. Her bra is on because it's caused Sheldon to act like this and to fuck her on a place he eats.

There really is no other word Amy feels fits the moment, because it is hard and rough and fast. Had she not been so prepared she thinks it may have hurt, as it is now, she can stop the range of sounds leaving her body. Neither complain. She urges him on, more, more, harder, faster, faster, faster, oh. He groans and pants without words as he begins to follow her begs. She finishes again with a hard squeeze around him and he lets out a long low groan as he twitches inside of her. His hips jerk a few times of their own accord as he rides out his orgasm and she just watches with a smile.

"Whoo!"

She sits up, causing a shudder to pass through her as he pants. When he notices she's risen, he rests his head against hers. Still no words come to mind. He wants more. Amy places her hands on his shoulders as his hands leave her hips to fall on the island next to her. He's still buried inside of her and she can feel the heaving of his chest.

"This was so very unsanitary," are Sheldon's first words once his breathing resumes normal patterns. "I'm never eating on this table again!" Sheldon announces it with such disdain that Amy starts laughing hysterically and he finds himself joining.

But he is seriously never eating there again.

"I'm going to want more of you soon," Sheldon starts when he pulls out of her and moves to take off the condom, "What other scandalous clothes have you purchased to torture me?"

"You'll have to guess their colors."

"Or you could show me now." He stands straighter and she shifts on the island, feeling like he's still in her. She feels wild, and oddly enough, free.

"You still haven't taken this off." Sheldon exhales in a mix of breathing and laughing.

"That's a correct observation." He concedes as he moves closer and unclasps her bra. "My observations about you indicate your nipples will already be hard." Amy hums as the bra comes off and proves him correct. "This makes you more receptive to my mouth." She lets out a soft moan as he takes a nipple into his mouth and softly pinches the other.

"What else have you observed?" As he details his findings to her, she realizes that his loss of control has ended and he's back to being meticulous and detail orientated.