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icarusThis isn't the section under debate. We'll just post this one scene while the three scenes that come after are worked out. Because you know, progress, it's a good thing.
You can get caught up here: Out Of Bounds.
Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: A woman in oversized sunglasses and a funky 70s-style rabbit fur jacket stood in Rodney's place.
A/N: Thank you to my intrepid and hard-working betas,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dossier and rabidfan.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus
John circled the rink one more time, having to pump energy into his strokes, feeling saturated. He'd never had a summer free to skate like this, free of the pressure of an impending competition. Even as a kid he'd always had to beg rides from his brother, and his parents would pay for only so much skate time.
Gliding at speed he skipped into a backward hop, body spongy and loose – too loose. He popped the jump. He ducked his head, a guilty flick at the doorway where Rodney had gone. Fortunately he wasn't back yet.
A woman in oversized sunglasses and a funky 70s-style rabbit fur jacket stood in Rodney's place. Her pink lips were pursed, one hand on her hip. She wore very high spiked heels which was why John continued to watch. You didn't see that around here.
Her chin lifted as she seemed to scan the little skating rink. Her gaze passed over John's head, ignoring him, and crawled across the ceiling. There were overhead pipes and spreading rust stains. John followed her hard stare and, okay, the squares of open florescent light tubes had lost all their plastic covers. But that happened when you mixed hockey, kids, and relatively low ceilings. And true, the sprinkler heads dangled like alien probes and were speckled at the ends, and then there was the annoying flickering light panel at the far corner that no one ever managed to fix... so John hadn't looked around in a while.
Her hand slid from her hip and she shifted her weight, canting the left hip now, the other fist planted. Her little mouth formed a frown.
Her gaze shifted and lingered on the wooden benches. John noticed they were dented and missing strips of red paint. John's glance followed where hers paused a long moment, and there he had to wince. The greenish-black fuzz on the upper wall was mostly due to the heaters back there, they caused some condensation and the Hurwitzes had just painted again a few months back, but....
Rodney came trundling down the bleacher stairs, exiting the press box. His face lit up as he spotted the woman.
"Hey...!" Rodney began, with a bounce and a smile and a small wave.
"I am not skating here," she announced, imperious. She spun on her high heels and started back up the stairs with a blond flounce.
"But... I don't have anything else planned...." Rodney said.
"Reschedule!" she declared with a flick of her wrist over her shoulder, the fur tails of her jacket bouncing as she clicked through the doors. They echoed shut behind her.
"Who was that?" John asked, forehead rumpled in mixed amusement and annoyance. He liked the Hurwitzes and it wasn't like they didn't try hard. Besides, you just needed ice; it didn't have to be fancy.
"That." Rodney gave an exaggerated sigh. "Was your choreographer."
"I have a choreographer?"
"Hopefully."
John blinked in disbelief. His words came out in a surprised, shaky breath. "Cool."
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You can get caught up here: Out Of Bounds.
Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: A woman in oversized sunglasses and a funky 70s-style rabbit fur jacket stood in Rodney's place.
A/N: Thank you to my intrepid and hard-working betas,
dossier and rabidfan. Previously in Out Of Bounds: Known more for his jumps than his artistry, figure skater John Sheppard hires ex-skating champion and 'artiste' Rodney McKay to be his coach. Their teasing friendship warms into something more, and following a serious injury, John temporarily moves in with Rodney. Rodney finally convinces him to swallow his pride and quit his job to focus exclusively on skating.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus
John circled the rink one more time, having to pump energy into his strokes, feeling saturated. He'd never had a summer free to skate like this, free of the pressure of an impending competition. Even as a kid he'd always had to beg rides from his brother, and his parents would pay for only so much skate time.
Gliding at speed he skipped into a backward hop, body spongy and loose – too loose. He popped the jump. He ducked his head, a guilty flick at the doorway where Rodney had gone. Fortunately he wasn't back yet.
A woman in oversized sunglasses and a funky 70s-style rabbit fur jacket stood in Rodney's place. Her pink lips were pursed, one hand on her hip. She wore very high spiked heels which was why John continued to watch. You didn't see that around here.
Her chin lifted as she seemed to scan the little skating rink. Her gaze passed over John's head, ignoring him, and crawled across the ceiling. There were overhead pipes and spreading rust stains. John followed her hard stare and, okay, the squares of open florescent light tubes had lost all their plastic covers. But that happened when you mixed hockey, kids, and relatively low ceilings. And true, the sprinkler heads dangled like alien probes and were speckled at the ends, and then there was the annoying flickering light panel at the far corner that no one ever managed to fix... so John hadn't looked around in a while.
Her hand slid from her hip and she shifted her weight, canting the left hip now, the other fist planted. Her little mouth formed a frown.
Her gaze shifted and lingered on the wooden benches. John noticed they were dented and missing strips of red paint. John's glance followed where hers paused a long moment, and there he had to wince. The greenish-black fuzz on the upper wall was mostly due to the heaters back there, they caused some condensation and the Hurwitzes had just painted again a few months back, but....
Rodney came trundling down the bleacher stairs, exiting the press box. His face lit up as he spotted the woman.
"Hey...!" Rodney began, with a bounce and a smile and a small wave.
"I am not skating here," she announced, imperious. She spun on her high heels and started back up the stairs with a blond flounce.
"But... I don't have anything else planned...." Rodney said.
"Reschedule!" she declared with a flick of her wrist over her shoulder, the fur tails of her jacket bouncing as she clicked through the doors. They echoed shut behind her.
"Who was that?" John asked, forehead rumpled in mixed amusement and annoyance. He liked the Hurwitzes and it wasn't like they didn't try hard. Besides, you just needed ice; it didn't have to be fancy.
"That." Rodney gave an exaggerated sigh. "Was your choreographer."
"I have a choreographer?"
"Hopefully."
John blinked in disbelief. His words came out in a surprised, shaky breath. "Cool."
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Date: 2008-05-07 10:16 pm (UTC)I absolutely loved the new section of Out of Bounds, too!
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Date: 2008-05-08 05:13 am (UTC)I love Caldwell.