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“I need an Amazon,” his message read. “Not a woman who looks like one. A real one. Lift and carry. No tricks. No harnesses. Just raw, beautiful power.”
“Told you.”
She laughed, a low, rumbling sound. “Give me five minutes. I want to rehydrate. Then I’ll carry you too, if you want.” “I need an Amazon,” his message read
Amber hooked her hands under Kai’s armpits and hoisted him to his feet as if he were a child. Then, without a grunt, she pivoted, scooped one arm under his knees and the other behind his back, and cradled him against her chest. His head rested naturally against the curve of her deltoid.
Voss turned red. The crew laughed. And Amber Steel—Amber DeLuca, the FBB, the Amazon—walked over to her water bottle, every muscle still humming, ready to lift the world again. Lift and carry
She settled into her stance, breath slow and deep. Kai wrapped his arms around her neck. Her glutes and hamstrings fired like pistons as she stood. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of her own heartbeat and the soft creak of the leather straps on her boots.
Amber smirked, her lats flaring as she leaned back in her chair. She’d done lift-and-carry videos before—fireman’s carries, shoulder sits, the classic cradle hold that made grown men blush. But this felt different. Voss wanted a scene: a futuristic warrior retrieving a fallen comrade from a collapsing alien ruin. Just raw, beautiful power
The day of the shoot, the set was a masterpiece of crumbling pillars and smoky light. Her co-star, Kai, was a wiry parkour athlete, all lean sinew and nervous energy. He looked up at Amber as she stretched, her biceps casting shadows in the faux moonlight.
Kai slid off her back, his legs shaky—not from the lift, but from the sheer existential oddity of being handled like a sack of groceries by a woman who could probably bench-press a refrigerator.
She walked. Through the rubble, past the fog machines, her quadriceps flexing with each deliberate step. Kai’s eyes were wide—not with fear, but with the strange vertigo of being completely, utterly weightless in someone else’s arms.