"Biceps Contest"
Added 2025-08-14 15:01:59 +0000 UTCLois tilted her head, eyes glinting as she let her hands settle on her hips. The tight gray fabric over her arms looked ready to burst with every faint twitch of her biceps.
“Careful, Kal…” she teased, letting her voice drop to a velvety purr. “My arms might be bigger than yours now.”
Superman’s mouth quirked upward. He looked down at her peaks, then slowly raised his own arm, the blue suit stretching as a mound of muscle swelled beneath. His was still thicker — by a hair — but the margin was so small that he could feel her pride radiating off her.
“We can measure if you want,” he said, confident but curious.
“Oh, I want.” She stepped forward until they were shoulder-to-shoulder, pressing her arm to his. The contact sent a thrill through her — his warmth, the density of his muscle — but it also let her push, subtly rolling her shoulder so her bicep dug into his.
“Mmm,” she murmured, eyes locking with his, “still got you… but barely.”
Kal chuckled. “Barely’s still enough.”
“That’s fine,” Lois said with a slow smile. She gave a deliberate flex, forcing her peak into his space, making him shift just a fraction. “I like knowing I can push the Man of Steel around… even if you’ve got me by an inch.”
His grin widened, but she could see it — the flicker of surprise in his eyes, the awareness that inch wouldn’t last forever.
“You keep this up, Lois,” he said, “and I’m the one who’ll be catching up.”
“That’s the plan,” she whispered, giving him one last nudge with her arm before stepping back, her smirk promising that their next contest wouldn’t be so close.
