Supercorp- One shots

Kinky PTA Moms (Pt 1/3)

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

The moving of the clock hands seems as loud as a cannon in the stifling silence of the classroom, and Lena drums her short, manicured fingernails on the arm of her plastic chair as her son's teacher shifts uncomfortably in her seat. Lena knows her gaze is piercing, her trademark eyebrow quirked, and she has no intention of letting up.

Miss Smythe is young, certainly no older than herself, and quite pretty, if one is into the 'hot and mean' type. But she's a bad teacher, and Lena has long been sick and tired of seeing her son come home dejected and sad because his classroom experience is making him feel worthless. The mutual dislike runs deep between them, thick as fog, and without Kara's lighter tone to offset it, it's worse than ever.

"Your partner seems to be running a little late," Miss Smythe remarks, moving some papers around on her desk and refusing to meet Lena's eyes.

"My wife," Lena says quietly, and Miss Smythe startles.

"Excuse me?"

"Kara and I are married," Lena says, louder this time, intentionally using her boardroom voice. "I see no reason to refer to her as anything less."

She sees Miss Smythe glance at the sizeable diamond and white-gold wedding band on her left hand, and the woman's lips purse in a telling way.

"My apologies," she says, but her voice is anything but sincere. Conner has been quietly complaining all year that his 4th grade teacher ignores him, treats him differently, and it was fairly clear why from their very first meeting when the woman's first move wasn't to shake their hands but instead to fiddle with the shiny gold crucifix around her neck.

This conference is technically to talk about the fact that Conner is getting a C in English, his favourite subject, but Lena fully intends to dive into the root of the problem when Kara gets here.

Thankfully, before Lena has to formulate a response to the lackluster apology, the door flies open and Kara enters, waving her hands in apology.

"I'm so sorry, I got held up with a lead and then someone in front of me blew a tire, I got here as soon as I could –" she pulls out the chair next to Lena, but before she sits down, she leans in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

At the last second, she seems to change course, and instead she murmurs in Lena's ear a sentence that makes her knees weak.

"I wonder if she knows I had you bent over her desk last week?"

Lena's sharp intake of breath is audible only to them, but it feels like a sonic boom.

A few moments ago, she had been completely focused – the only thing she was thinking about was their son, and the way his 4th grade teacher seems determined to ignore the fact that he's being bullied. She came in here ready to make heads roll.

But now, all she can think about is six days ago, when they had arrived early to pick him up from basketball practice and instead used that 15 minutes to sneak into this exact classroom and have a heated quickie.

Kara insisted that propping Lena's leg up on the desk and fucking her until she had to bite her own wrist to keep quiet wasn't a tiny act of revenge against the insufferable teacher sitting across from them right now, but Lena knows better.

Kara punctuates the whispered statement with an actual kiss, smiling in a completely innocent way that Lena knows is masking a deep satisfaction at stripping Lena's composure.

"So, what did I miss?"

"Well, we were waiting for you. I called you both here today because Conner is getting dangerously close to a failing grade –"