Prompt: iron
He heard her behind him, snickering under her breath, and he knew she had her hand over her mouth as she tried to stifle her laughter.
He should probably appreciate that. Chloe O'Brian didn't stifle herself for many people.
Still, he wasn't enjoying the peanut gallery that had joined his workout.
"Do you mind?" he asked, turned to look at her, "I'm a little busy here."
"Right," Chloe said, her laugher bubbling up, no way of controlling it now, "I'd hate to bother you when you were…..pumping iron." That seems to send her over the edge and she bends over, clutching her stomach as she laughs hysterically.
"I don't know why you're laughing," he said, hands on his hips.
"Because…because," she can barely get it out, "Because you're…you're lifting 10 pounds…not on each arm but….all together," that sends her off again and she falls off the bench and onto the floor.
"Fine," he said, "Fine, if I'm such a wimp then you try it."
"I didn't say you were a wimp," she said, standing and kissing his cheek, "You are very brave…just…not a weightlifter, baby."
He glowered at her, "I'm trying to get there. It's not like you can do any better."
Chloe cocks one eyebrow and heads for the weights. She picks up two twenty-five pounders and does three sets without blinking an eye.
"Fucking unbelievably," he said, "You're like a computer or something….just one with a really nice rack."
Chloe smiled, "Stop complaining and finish your work out and I'll rub my rack against you in the shower."
Milo threw the weights haphazardly to the floor, "Done. Come on, shower time," he said, lifting her over his shoulder and heading for the locker room, "See….I'm great at weight lifting."
"Shut up before I change my mind about having sex with you."
"Right," Milo said, moving faster, "Shutting up now."