Title: It’s On.

Prompt: strength

Word Count: 250

Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.

“You’re going down, McPherson.” Sam’s eyes twinkled as she leaned in closer to Brooke, lips stretched in a predatory smile.

“You wish.” A thrill went through Brooke at the words, settling somewhere slightly south of her stomach and she squirmed in her seat opposite Sam.

“When we’re done here, I’ll be able to do whatever I want.” She watched Sam’s eyes as they dropped to her mouth and followed the movement of Brooke’s tongue as it wet her lower lip, then ensnared it between her teeth.

“How about you stop talking and make a move, Princess?” Right arms extending across the table, they met in the middle and took hold of the other’s hand, grasping it tightly. Their skin tingled, eyes locked.

“Ready?” Brooke breathed, hair on the back of her neck prickling. Sam smiled and ran her tongue over her teeth, nodding.

The arm wrestling began, the true test of strength. Their eyes never left the other’s as they fought for dominance. Hands began to sweat, arms began to ache, then Brooke’s eyes began to twinkle. Extending her foot, she slowly slid it along the length of Sam’s leg, reaching the apex of the brunette’s thigh before brown eyes screwed shut and Brooke tasted victory, slamming Sam’s hand onto the table.

“You cheated!” Sam raged, eyes burning. Brooke cocked an eyebrow and pulled the brown bottle to her.

“I win. That means it’s chocolate syrup night.”

“But it gets everywhere!” Brooke smirked lasciviously.

“Don’t worry. I’ll clean you up.”