The new English teacher

Do I make you burn?

It's been a week since we have arrived at our 'shelter', though it doesn't feel like I'm hiding. I feel like I'm living. Lena and I have grown close. It turns out we have a lot in common but we also have a lot to learn from each other. She has taught me about the Romanticists and dystopian novels and I am teaching her, currently, how to play open chords on a guitar that was dusting away on the wall.

'Try to place the very tips of your fingers on the strings. It gives the clearest sound.'

I smile at her effort on bending her fingers. She bites her lip when she is focussed or nervous and each time she does it, it takes a lot of strength to not stare at it too much. Or at the way her eyebrow creases, the way her cheek redden a little, the way...

I am disturbed by a loud shriek. I jump up with superspeed, making me almost hit the ceiling. Then I hear her laugh and slowly let myself down again.

'Hear my A-minor!'

She strums down once.

'That's a perfect E-minor!' I put emphasis on the E, making her slap her forehead.

'Do it again, it's beautiful.'

'No, you play a song for me.' She says as she hands me the guitar. While she does so, she puts her hand on my leg. It doesn't leave, even though I'm holding the guitar already. I look at the familiar rings and make a mental note to ask her about them sometime.

'What's the magic word?'

She places her face next to mine and looks at me teasingly.

'I don't need one.' She says in a husky voice and I feel her breath on my skin.

'Why not?' She smiles and looks down. My heart is beating so fast, like a hardcore track. She moves her face away and looks very stern suddenly.

'Because I'm your teacher, Kara Danvers, so you do as you're told.'

Shit, I find it so hot when she does that. I snicker. 'Then tell me, Ms. Luthor, what song do you want to hear?'

She tilts her head. 'Moon river. You know, from Breakfast at Tiffany's?'

'Oh my God yes, that movie is a classic.'

I look up the chords and start singing (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjSBBE6fqfQ).

Sometimes Lena would pop in with her warm, low voice and I'm convinced we are a bit of Simon and Garfunkel together. Lena's fingers on my thigh tap along with the rhythm softly and her eyes are not leaving my face. I stop abruptly.

'What are you doing?! I'm going to give you detention if you don't continue!'

'Look, I'm the music teacher and you're going to look at the chords I play instead of my face okay?'

She pouts her lip. 'But you're so beautiful when you sing. And when you dance. And when you eat. When you breathe basically.'

I make a puking noise as an attempt to cover up the gay mess I am right now. She laughs and says, 'I mean it.', in a very sweet way.

'Stop, you're making me blush.'

She brings her hand to my cheek and I freeze. 'I'm indeed making you burn.'

I snatch her wrist quite forcefully and bring it back down. Her eyes widen and she raises her right eyebrow in a way only Lena can. 'I know what you're doing, you're trying to have me forget the assignment I just gave you.' I wink and then continue singing.

I can feel that she's still smirking at me. She's not looking at the chords, only ever at my face. I look up to meet her eyes and give her an angry expression. She grins and then looks at what my fingers do.