Author's Note: Trigger warning for discussion of self-harm.

In Kara's dreams, Lena was crying again. Not sobbing like she had the night she proposed, but rather softly, choking back the volume of the tears. But Kara could hear her sniffling, and nothing hurt more than to see Lena cry. As if this wasn't a horrible enough dream, Kara woke with a start, gasping, heart racing, and nearly forgetting where she was.

Her eyes went wide when she saw her partner sitting upright in the bed beside her, holding a medium-sized lock box. Lena's tears were real and had woken her from her slumber, in which the real-life sound of the brunette's crying had shifted Kara's excellent dream into a nightmare.

"Lena?!" Kara gasped. "What happened? Are you okay?" When the blonde put her hand on the celebrity's shoulder, she felt the girl shaking, so she pressed, "Lena? Please, talk to me. What's going on?"

With both of their hearts pounding - each for a different reason - Lena looked up with red, tear-stained cheeks, and finally met Kara's gaze. Realizing that speech was out of the question - the words were stuck in her throat, digging in like a grappling hook - she shoved the box into the younger girl's hands.

It was almost closed, just open a crack, enough to tell Kara that it wasn't locked. As she looked down on it, she felt her stomach flip. What in the world could be in this box that had upset Lena so very much?

"Am… Am I supposed to open it?" the blonde asked shyly, glancing over at her partner.

When Lena nodded, wiping her eyes on the backs of her hands, Kara looked back down and hesitantly lifted the lid of the lock box and stared inside at its contents.

"Lena—" Kara tried, looking as shocked and confused as she felt.

But the star interrupted her, blurting, "Keep it."

"What?"

"Keep it," Lena repeated firmly. "Hide it. Throw it out. I don't care. Just take it away from me and don't give it back."

Mouth agape, Kara looked back down at her lap where far too many sharps - razors, knives, Exacto blades, scissors - glistened at her, screaming at the furious blonde. The anger that rose up in Kara was nothing like she'd ever felt before. She didn't know who or what she could fairly blame - she knew she didn't blame Lena for her self-harm - but she knew she hated these weapons of destruction and their power to take.

And they had taken so much from Lena. So much joy, crushed by this brutal habit that had gripped her so tightly. But suddenly, as angry as she was, another emotion slid into the harbor of her mind and overshadowed everything. Though moments prior, the anger had seemed immense, it had somehow become a tug boat beside a massive cruise ship in her brain. Now, all she felt was pride.

"You're giving me these?"

"Yes," Lena moaned, covering her face in her hands. "Now, take them, before I change my mind!"

"I am so proud of you," Kara whispered in her ear, without missing a single beat. Something about Kara's lips pressed against her temple gave Lena the faintest sense of calm in the storm she was feeling, and she found herself incredibly grateful to have such a solid support in her partner.

Without hesitating, Kara slipped out of the bed and hurried over to her bag, shoving the lockbox into it where it was out of sight (and hopefully out of mind).

Lena was still crying when the blonde sat back down beside her on the bed, so Kara wrapped her arm around the girl's shoulders and squeezed, repeating, "I am so, so proud of you, honey."

Thankfully for Kara, she didn't have to ask if that was all of the sharps in her possession, because Lena said, "That's all of them. Every one."

The younger girl's next thought was, 'What about shaving?, knowing full well that shaving razors could easily be broken and used for self-harm. But the brunette shook her head.

"I'll have to shave at your place," she sighed. Then, realizing she hadn't asked permission to do this, she blurted, "If that's okay, I mean."

"It's more than okay," Kara told her, hugging the girl tightly. "It's a wonderful idea." When Lena sniffled, the blonde added, "Besides… That would give me an opportunity to shower with you."

She offered a gentle, playful grin and gave Lena's arm a light pinch, making the girl jump and squeal. She even laughed lightly when Kara let go.

"Knock it off!" she snapped teasingly, swatting the blonde's hand away, the smile on her lips unmistakable and greatly appreciated by her partner.

"I'll stop picking on you when you stop laughing about it," Kara quipped, her grin spreading wider over her lips.

Infectious as it was, Kara's expression of tender joy bled over to Lena, and the brunette was unable to stop the beaming smile that had been so incredibly contagious.

"I love you," Kara told her, cupping her face and kissing her firmly on the mouth.

"I love you, too," Lena said, returning the kiss.

"You okay?"

The gentle tone in the blonde's voice made Lena feel comfortable and at home, so she relaxed enough - her mood entirely shifted - to say, "No," without wiping the smile from her face.

Confused, Kara tilted her head at the incongruence of the expression on Lena's face and the girl's answer.

Then, Lena's smile faded into what Kara knew was a dangerous smirk as the brunette slid her hands down Kara's sides.

"Lena—" Kara warned, seeing the passionate flicker in her lover's eyes.

"Kara," Lena breathed seductively in the girl's ear before nibbling on Kara's earlobe.

"But you were just—" the blonde protested weakly. "Maybe we should—"

"But Kara… Honey…" Lena whined. "I'm so, so terribly horny." When she pulled away just enough to see Kara's eyes goes wide, the brunette's smirk grew, and she added, "And ready for you," before guiding the girl's hands into her panties.

There, Kara found a slick pool of her lover's arousal dripping from her sex.

"Fuck," the younger girl groaned, leaning in until her head fell to Lena's shoulder.

After pausing briefly for a moment before realizing that there was no way to resist, the temptation and hunger took over, and Kara's fingers slid experimentally up Lena's slit, spreading the arousal over the girl's clit and rubbing in light, small circles. Of course, a gasp of pleasure escaped Lena's lips as her hips rocked instinctively against her lover's fingers, the sound making Kara whimper.

"Are you sure you—" the blonde tried, not wanting to push intimacy on her partner when she was so vulnerable.

But Lena replied quickly, her tone surprisingly desperate, "Please shut up and fuck me."

This returned the smile to Kara's lips as she leaned her lover back on the bed and crawled between her legs, husking, "What got you turned on so suddenly, huh?"

"It hurt," Lena answered, giving a stony stare that caught her partner off guard.

"What hurt?"

"When you pinched me."

"But—" Kara fumbled. "Why would that—?" Then, it hit her, so she blurted, "Oh."

That was when Lena's stoic expression of bravery shifted slightly into shy, tinted cheeks.

"You… You like that?" Kara asked hesitantly, biting her lip.

"Like what?"

"P-Pain?"

"What can I say?" the brunette replied, swallowing her nerves. "You like restraining me… I like you hurting me."

Jaw dropping, Kara stammered, "B-But… You're… You… Y-You're into—"

"So are you," Lena challenged, hinting that Kara should simply 'fess up and own her kinks.

"B-But—"

"Kara. Why can't you just be open about it?"

"About what?"

"What you like."

"I…"

"Okay. You know what? How about this. You tell me one of your kinks, and I'll tell you one of mine. We'll go back and forth."

"No," Kara said simply, face bright red, as though she'd had too much alcohol.

"Why?"

"Because they're stupid!" the blonde cried, eyes welling with hot tears of shame.

"Kara Danvers!" the star snapped. "They're not stupid. Just tell me."

"But you won't be—"

"If you're into it, I'm into it," Lena reminded her, echoing what she'd said before the movie premiere when they'd discussed restraints.

After hesitating as she reconsidered her partner's words, Kara ultimately decided on trust. She owed Lena that. And what kind of relationship survives being built on secrets and repressed sexuality anyway? she reminded herself.

Taking in a deep breath, the blonde confessed, "I'm into a lot."

"Tell me," Lena pressed gently, stroking Kara's hand encouragingly.

"Can you go first?"

"I did go first," Lena laughed. "I told you I like pain."

"What kind of pain?"

"All of it, really. I like the idea of you scratching me… until I bleed… I like the idea of you pinning me down, restraining me, and spanking me. Punishing me…"

Kara swallowed hard, feeling the intense amount of color completely drained from her face.

"I…"

"Your turn."

"I like the sound of that too."

"Good. Now tell me one of yours."

"But that was—"

"No, that was mine."

"Damn, girl. You're relentless," Kara huffed. "Fine. I like… I really like… when you wear heels."

"Foot fetish?" Lena asked, very gently, so as not to express any impression of judgment.

"No," the blonde firmly replied, shaking her head. "Just the heels. I've wanted to ask you to keep them on… Just the heels, I mean…"

"That can be arranged," Lena giggled.

"Really?!" Kara asked. "That doesn't weird you out?!"

"Not at all."

"Oh." After taking another slow breath, the younger girl returned, "Your turn."

"I wanna do it in public."

"Seriously?!"

"Why, is that gross?" Lena challenged.

"No! It's just…"

"Well, sort of in public. I guess just somewhere where we could get caught."

"That scares me," Kara confessed shyly, blushing again.

"That's okay!" Lena promised, squeezing her hand. "We don't have to do any of this. I just think we should be honest about what we like."

"Okay…"

"Your turn."

"I wanna be rough with you."

"Good," Lena said, pressing her fingertips into her lover's hips. "Because I want you to choke me."

Mouth falling open again, Kara stared. This was well beyond what she ever could have imagined the star being into. This was getting deep. Maybe it was okay to be honest after all.

"I want to."

"Do it then," the brunette husked, fire in her eyes as she gripped Kara's hand and pressed it against her own neck.

"Fuck," Kara breathed, hand shaking.

"It's okay," Lena assured her, smirking. "I like it. Be bold, Kara. Don't hold back." When her partner still looked unsure, the star begged of her, "Dominate me."

"L-Lee—"

"Make me your bitch."

And that was when Kara thought she might pass out from the intensity of her own arousal. That was it. It was all over for her then. She was positively sure that there was absolutely no way in hell she could ever be more turned on than she was in that moment, hearing those words.

"Do it, Kara," Lena pressed. "I'm yours."

With the blonde's next breath, she gained confidence. Lena needed this, and that fact was further solidified when Kara's fingers slipped back between the girl's folds, sliding through them and feeling even more wetness than before. This was what Kara needed for her metaphorical balls to drop and toughen up. This was what she needed to take control.

After a few more strokes of Lena's clit, Kara reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the strap-on that had so loudly been calling her name and fastened it securely around her hips. But the time she lined the toy up with Lena's entrance, the star was gasping for air, continuing to leak arousal all over the sheets. Thankfully for Kara, they had slept naked, giving her easy access.

"Hard," Lena said sharply. When Kara gave a short nod, the brunette reminded her, "Don't hold back."

Kara's nerves returned only briefly, knowing just how intense the sex would be if she truly didn't hold back, but when Lena whimpered a soft, 'Please, baby,' she was snapped back into a wave of confidence. Thrusting deep in a rough, swift movement that buried the toy to the hilt made Lena scream at the girth of the shaft, stretching her deliciously wide.

"Kara!" Lena cried when the girl pulled back - almost completely out of her sex - then snapped her hips forward again.

The pace increased, but Kara kept a steady force - firm, but not exactly brutal - so the brunette had to gasp, "Do it, Kara. Whatever you're thinking. Do it."

Feeling the base of the toy grind against her own clit, the blonde growled and shoved the toy in so hard that Lena's pleasured scream was interrupted with a hiccup of pain.

"Yes!" she screamed.

The sound was intoxicated, and when it blended with the loud pounding of Kara's blood rushing in her ears, the younger girl's hand flew up to her lover's throat. But Kara didn't squeeze and didn't put any sort of significant pressure there, so Lena hissed in frustration and reached up, clamping Kara's hand tightly around her neck, making sure to push pressure of either side of her windpipe.

"F-Fuck," she managed to squeak out, as Kara's hips produced a suddenly merciless pace and force, pounding into her pussy in a way Lena had never experienced before.

"Ah!" Kara cried, the grinding against her clit bringing her dangerously close to her finish.

Hearing her lover cry out was so arousing that Lena felt her own walls start to flutter the beginnings of her climax.

Sensing her partner's body starting to shake and hearing Lena's screams become long, loud, high-pitched whines of pleasure, Kara knew what was about to happen.

"No," she growled. "Don't you dare. Not until I say so."

Shocked by Kara's forcefulness, Lena moaned, jerking her hips up in a fruitless attempt to match her partner's erratic thrusts.

"P-Please," Lena begged, trying to hold back the rush behind the dam that was threatening to break. "Please, mistress, let me cum."

Mistress.

Kara's stomach clenched as she fucked hard into her lover. The sound of the word shocked her, but only briefly, until she reached the realization that it felt out of place.

"No," the blonde asserted sharply. "Call me Daddy."

Lena's mouth fell open in a loud moan as she bucked up harder, but her inability to form words led Kara to hiss, "Say it."

"Fuck!" Lena screamed, when Kara lifted her knees to change the angle and bury the toy impossibly deeper into her cunt. "DADDY!" When Kara let out a low groan of ecstasy at the sound of something she'd hardly even known she wanted, Lena continued to bed, "Daddy. Daddy. Please. Please, Daddy, please, let me cum!"

"Now!" Kara shouted, grabbing Lena's hips to hold her still and thundering thrusts into her sex, over and over and over, increasing her pace to a rapid whirlwind of pleasure.

And Lena obeyed. Oh, did she obey. All of her obeyed.

"Daddy," she moaned, voice low and trembling as Kara's grip on her throat tightened and her cunt pulsed hard and fast around the shaft of the cock inside her. "Oh, Daddy."

"Fuck," Kara groaned, not letting up her pace but vibrating from her own orgasm, spurred on by the sound of Lena's choked, garbled pleas.

By the time the two collapsed in each other's arms, getting out of bed and starting the day was no longer an option, so even without talking about the tremendously monumentus event that had just happened, the two passed out, the world fading away for at least another unplanned two hours.