Charlie Blue - LOL, Negolith's fic had me laughing and I loved it. That chapter was stuck in my head ever since. I'm glad you liked it.

Sparklyshimmer2010 - I like Lorne too, myself.

Negolith - LOL What can I say? Look what your story inspired. LOL. I've very glad you liked it. :)

Ok, so this one was in my head. Has anyone ever seen those shows where the guys line up and flex their muscles for hours? The one where they get prizes for being super muscled and stuff? Well this fic had the image in my mind of the boys flexing away. So, um, enjoy. (Giggles)

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John's got...very impressive arms.

Sure, they're not super muscled, but as I'm sure I've said before, too much muscle can be a bad thing. I mean, just look at Lorne. He's not exactly super pumped, but he's bigger than John, and I don't really care for that. Same with Ronon.

They're good-looking guys, don't get me wrong.

Watching them spar, you can really... Well, we're having a competition, of sorts. More or less for morale. It's kind of like UFC, only hopefully with less injuries. Either way, Carson's standing on the sidelines with some of his team, his expression grim, and eyeing Ronon as if he's really not happy he's there.

Probably because Ronon has a habit of tossing our people around like rag dolls, and hurting them, even though he doesn't mean to.

Oh, look. There goes another one.

But where was I? Oh, yeah. John's arms.

When they're fighting, you can see the muscles flexing under the skin, and here, I'm not just talking about arms, though it's more pronounced there. Ronon has no problem throwing the marines over him, as if they were feather light. That kind of strength honestly makes me uneasy. Thank god, he's on our side!

Wow, I didn't realize those boys could fly.

Then you have Lorne. He has a little more trouble with the hand to hand combat, and tends to put more play on boxing, but still... When he bends his arms, these muscles come up out of nowhere, and I just don't think it's a...nice look. Ok, so it suits him, but I just don't care for it.

Rodney... Well, he knew better than to even try this competition. He's here, in a t-shirt, watching it, though, and smirking as he shouts out to John that he'll never win against Ronon.

They're not even at that stage yet. They're in what we call 'qualifying' rounds. They beat out the competition, before they're paired up against each other, and whoever wins the whole thing, gets tomorrow off and extra dessert in the kitchen.

But even Rodney's got muscle. Surprisingly. I always thought he was a little bit chubby myself, but with his arms folded, the strength in them is a little more pronounced. Again, not my thing.

Ok, so I'm sitting by the door, watching things go over. Ronon easily defeats yet another opponent, helping them up at the last minute and patting them on the back. Same goes for Lorne, although it's a little less harshly.

John, he's still sparring against Stackhouse. His shirt is dripping wet, and he's moving low to the mat, making himself a harder target to hit. Suddenly, he leaps forward and wraps his arms around his opponent, spinning him in place and catching him in a headlock. His hands are linked behind Stackhouse's head, and his arms flexing with hidden muscles as he keeps a good hold.

His shirt has risen up, baring the flesh on the side of his stomach, and I can feel my eyes drawn to it and the tiny bit of exposed black hairs, before I shake myself out of it, returning to his upper body. His face is stern, but his eyes sparkle with triumph, and he squeezes his arms as Stackhouse admits defeat.

Letting the younger man go, John helps him up. With his arms straight, and not curled so tightly, they look long and lean, like the rest of him, but with a hint of muscle still visible.

I like that.

He's strong, you can see it. But he's not overly powerful, like Ronon and Lorne, I like that, too. His arms are built to work with his body. Long and lean, like his legs, like his body. Nothing is out of proportion.

"Nice one, buddy." He claps Ronon on the back, the muscles in his arm flexing from the action. Panting, he turns towards the 'audience' and smiles, nodding to people here and there. Then, turning back, he pulls off his shirt.

Oh, wow.

John's nice arms are attached to a nice back. It's slick and shiny with sweat, and the muscles are very visible. I can't help but let my eyes wander as he stretches his arms over his head, earning wolf whistles from the crowd.

Turning back around, his eyes seem to scan everyone, looking for something. His now fully visible, hairy chest gets him even more whistles, and he's got the sense to blush. He looks down at his shirt and shakes his head, his expression clearly stating he wished he'd never taken it off.

Then he glances back out and his eyes land on me. He stops looking around, was it me he was looking for? His blush gets more intense as I can't help myself and my eyes rake over his form, lingering on the defining planes of his arms, before I raise an eyebrow and return my gaze to his face.

He's grinning now, as he nods once, winks and turns away.

Dropping his shirt, he stretches again, and I can't help but think he's doing it on purpose. First, his arms go back over his head, stretching and pulling the muscles taught. Then, they go behind his back, curling them up to define the muscles a little more.

He seems to ignore the whistles and cat calls.

I feel my giggles want to surface, as he reminds me of those body builders, and how they would go into dramatic poses to flex and show off their muscles.

Next his hands go to his hips as he twists his upper torso side to side, and I'm drawn to the smaller muscles in his lower arms, near his wrists, and how they twist, as well.

Ronon's asking him what the hell he's going, and I can't help the small bubble of laughter as John blushes deeply and explain it's a form of stretching, to help keep the pulled muscles to a minimum.

So, Ronon followed his lead, and Lorne decided to jump in. What was once a fighting competition, turned into a full blown show of male dominance as the boys kept 'stretching' and trying to out do each other.

Teyla was standing next to Rodney, deep in conversation. Probably trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Me, I was laughing hysterically, as quietly as possible. Oh, don't worry, I wasn't the only one. I think several of the girls figured out what they were really doing, and the cat calls really began to grow.

The more stretching the boys did, after all their fighting, the more I noticed their muscles were more visible than usual, and it hit me, they were swollen from the fighting. Not in a bad way, but as in 'pumped up'. More defined.

And I noticed that John's muscles were more visible all the time. Part of me wanted to walk over and run my hands over them, to see how they felt, but instead I settled for watching and day dreaming about being held in those arms.

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