"Okay." Tina admitted, licking her lips as she watched each muscle in the blond's chest stand out. "Maybe I do have a type."
"He's not even doing half of Nataly's average! Come on, girl!" Allis yelled, ignoring her.
Tina chanced a look over at the resident bloody-shade-of-redhead, who was stacking weights onto her own bench bar, muttering curses under her breath.
"Like it's amateur hour or some bullshit..."
Tina nodded to herself. "Hey, Al? You don't really need a spotter, do you? You can handle the weight on your own, right?"
Allis looked her up and down out of the corner of her eye. "I'll miss the view." She offered, sending the waitress a cheeky grin.
Tina rolled her eyes and walked over towards Sam.
His arms shook slightly as he lifted the bar, letting out a gasp of effort.
She admired the rise and fall of chiseled chest, and let her eyes stray to his abs.
She reached out and trailed a hand up his side. To her surprise, he didn't tense up, or let the bar drop in any way.
Instead, he put it back onto the rack with a groan, sending her a strained grin. "Hey there, babe."
He quailed at the glare she sent him.
She put another fifty pounds on the bar, then sent him a grin, showing as much teeth as she could. "Ten reps, and I'll let you take me to a movie."
"R-really? Okay!" Sam pulled the bar off... and it dropped down, barely managing to stop it from injuring him. "O-okay... ten r-reps..."
He pushed the bar upwards, inch by agonizing inch, Tina watching the entire display with a grin on her face.
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The Circle
Non-FictionA superhero headcanon I made that involved my entire A-Level Drama class (plus friends). Anyway, here is the super-awesome team straight out of the UK with superpowers of galactic proportions! I'm going to do some one-shots and stories of their supe...
