An Out Of Bounds nibble. Just to keep the momentum going and not tease you with "almost there!" updates.
The story in one file up to an earlier chapter: Out Of Bounds.
Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: "This time you're allowed to fall if you want to."
A/N: Thank you once again to my tireless betas (we're having fun),
rabidfan and
roaringmice, and now
tingler and
mariamme, too.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus

"There is one minute remaining in this warm-up," the announcer said, voice ringing across the arena.
Sweat beading in his hair, John stood at the boards with his head bent, water bottle dangling his hands. Rodney gave him an appraising look.
"So that's a negative... oh, let me see, carry the two...." Rodney wrote the math in midair, grinning.
"Shut up," John growled. "You set it up so I couldn't add any points."
"Always read the contract." Rodney smirked. "Try it one more time. This time you're allowed to fall if you want to. A freebie as it were."
John rolled his eyes, capping the bottle of water and handing it back to Rodney. Then steadied himself a moment and set his jaw. As he skated off, he looked back and shook his finger warningly at Rodney, an unspoken signal that read to them (and no one else) that Rodney was going to pay through the back door for this, just you wait. Rodney just beamed.
John took a small leap step and bounced once, turning. Then, gathering energy, he arced around the arena at full speed. Hitting the far end he dug in his toe pick and pushed into the air -- no, no, not high enough -- and twisted, one, two, three, almost four -- he found the ground and slid out on the landing, arms up, knee bent, and barely catching himself.
John skated around to Rodney, curving with both skates parallel. "Ha," John said with a little smug smile, preening.
"Mmm... well...." Rodney tipped his head back and forth in grudging appraisal. He ran his thumb along his lower lip.
John raised his eyebrows, daring Rodney to lie.
"All right," Rodney admitted. "That would have been perfect if you hadn't been worn out. Would have been," he emphasized. "Your concentration's improved."
"Gentlemen, this warm-up is completed," the announcer interrupted in a smooth feminine voice.
"I want to go through my choreography for the long program," John said with an eager light in his eyes. "I mean, outside the main run-through of the short."
Rodney winced. "No, um, you really should...." John gave him a pleading, puppy-dog look. No one withstood the pleading puppy-dog look. But Rodney was resilient. "The short is tonight," he insisted
"Rodney. Which needs it more?"
Rodney sucked in a breath through his teeth, eyes squinted as he tilted his head. "You need to steep in Surf Rider like a teabag. You have to embody that music."
John turned up the pressure with a sarcastic shrug, pursing his lips. "Yeah, you're right. No problem," he said in a dry voice, nodding. "I'm all set for Friday anyway."
Rodney squeezed his eyes shut, hand over his face. John was a long way from ready for his long program and Rodney knew it.
"Fine," Rodney snapped, giving in ungraciously. John slapped his knee in open celebration. His freeskate was way cooler than the short program. "But you do a full run-through with your music first, you got that?"
"Yes, sir," John said with a mock salute, willing to even be respectful if he got his way.
"Skating first is Frances Caliaro, to be followed by Michael Estey."
Eyeliner guy traveled out to center ice, arms held high for the small audience. The other skaters made room for him, continuing their own snatches of choreography.
Skating far ahead of them all, silver medalist Mike Estey flowed across the ice with effortless grace and speed. John took a moment to admit that Estey was an elegant skater who outclassed everyone here today, even though he'd been having a terrible season. He shouldn't be in this flight; wouldn't be, except for one bad fall.
John watched him for a long uncomfortable minute, then followed him on the ice.
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The story in one file up to an earlier chapter: Out Of Bounds.
Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: "This time you're allowed to fall if you want to."
A/N: Thank you once again to my tireless betas (we're having fun),
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. After a year of training and preparation... the U.S. Championships.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus

"There is one minute remaining in this warm-up," the announcer said, voice ringing across the arena.
Sweat beading in his hair, John stood at the boards with his head bent, water bottle dangling his hands. Rodney gave him an appraising look.
"So that's a negative... oh, let me see, carry the two...." Rodney wrote the math in midair, grinning.
"Shut up," John growled. "You set it up so I couldn't add any points."
"Always read the contract." Rodney smirked. "Try it one more time. This time you're allowed to fall if you want to. A freebie as it were."
John rolled his eyes, capping the bottle of water and handing it back to Rodney. Then steadied himself a moment and set his jaw. As he skated off, he looked back and shook his finger warningly at Rodney, an unspoken signal that read to them (and no one else) that Rodney was going to pay through the back door for this, just you wait. Rodney just beamed.
John took a small leap step and bounced once, turning. Then, gathering energy, he arced around the arena at full speed. Hitting the far end he dug in his toe pick and pushed into the air -- no, no, not high enough -- and twisted, one, two, three, almost four -- he found the ground and slid out on the landing, arms up, knee bent, and barely catching himself.
John skated around to Rodney, curving with both skates parallel. "Ha," John said with a little smug smile, preening.
"Mmm... well...." Rodney tipped his head back and forth in grudging appraisal. He ran his thumb along his lower lip.
John raised his eyebrows, daring Rodney to lie.
"All right," Rodney admitted. "That would have been perfect if you hadn't been worn out. Would have been," he emphasized. "Your concentration's improved."
"Gentlemen, this warm-up is completed," the announcer interrupted in a smooth feminine voice.
"I want to go through my choreography for the long program," John said with an eager light in his eyes. "I mean, outside the main run-through of the short."
Rodney winced. "No, um, you really should...." John gave him a pleading, puppy-dog look. No one withstood the pleading puppy-dog look. But Rodney was resilient. "The short is tonight," he insisted
"Rodney. Which needs it more?"
Rodney sucked in a breath through his teeth, eyes squinted as he tilted his head. "You need to steep in Surf Rider like a teabag. You have to embody that music."
John turned up the pressure with a sarcastic shrug, pursing his lips. "Yeah, you're right. No problem," he said in a dry voice, nodding. "I'm all set for Friday anyway."
Rodney squeezed his eyes shut, hand over his face. John was a long way from ready for his long program and Rodney knew it.
"Fine," Rodney snapped, giving in ungraciously. John slapped his knee in open celebration. His freeskate was way cooler than the short program. "But you do a full run-through with your music first, you got that?"
"Yes, sir," John said with a mock salute, willing to even be respectful if he got his way.
"Skating first is Frances Caliaro, to be followed by Michael Estey."
Eyeliner guy traveled out to center ice, arms held high for the small audience. The other skaters made room for him, continuing their own snatches of choreography.
Skating far ahead of them all, silver medalist Mike Estey flowed across the ice with effortless grace and speed. John took a moment to admit that Estey was an elegant skater who outclassed everyone here today, even though he'd been having a terrible season. He shouldn't be in this flight; wouldn't be, except for one bad fall.
John watched him for a long uncomfortable minute, then followed him on the ice.
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Date: 2009-04-07 10:14 pm (UTC)I've been putting stories on Palm in Word and then .pdf for years, and now Mobipocket and I love the Mobi.
There are two sizes to make the font, and both of those can also be made bold if that's helpful. Scrolling changes pages altogether, which is nice - push the down or right button, and the next page comes up, rather than scrolling constantly line by line. If you abandon a story and go to another in the Mobipocket style, if you come back to that story, it picks up where you left off.
Waiting for the dentist I kept on reading...I just hit the "spotlight" lesson way back near the beginning. :) After Rodney's "almost leather 3 way". :D
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:44 pm (UTC)Oooh, that spotlight lesson. I was very worried that wouldn't work, but one person told me it was her favorite scene (I stopped worrying then). How many years do you think it'll be before Rodney's bragging about that leather 3-way (which then he'll quickly admit never happened).
Would you like a little more (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/873029.html)? I don't know how you would add it to the file.
(Psst. What part are you on now? *is so gleefully curious*)
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:53 pm (UTC)I haven't gotten too much further....last thing I remember, Rodney just pulled himself through Radek's window...
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:46 pm (UTC)So one of the big benefits is for overseas travel? I've been discussing this with my professor.
(Here's a little more Out of Bounds (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/873029.html).)
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:56 pm (UTC)Thanks for the link! I love love love this AU.
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:45 pm (UTC)And a little bit more Out of Bounds... (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/873029.html).
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:50 pm (UTC)I don't read that much on the Palm Pilot - it's my public transport entertainment, so not more than about 45 mins a day.
I've had shorter stories on there that I've switched over. It's also good if you've seen a fic you want to read a few minutes before goign out of the door - a little conversion using Mobipocket as was explained above and voila! Fic in your pocket!
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Date: 2009-04-07 04:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-07 05:06 am (UTC)Okay. Not as common as I thought.
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:49 pm (UTC)Have a little more Out of Bounds... (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/873029.html).
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Date: 2009-04-07 10:42 pm (UTC)As he skated off, he looked back and shook his finger warningly at Rodney
I have no idea why. But it was a VERY good visual of hot sweaty skater John. *fans self some more*
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Date: 2009-04-07 09:16 am (UTC)*dies* my mind, it is in the gutter. Can't wait for John to make him pay.
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Date: 2009-04-07 10:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-09 10:49 pm (UTC)And while we're at it: Have a little more Out of Bounds... (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/873029.html).
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:50 pm (UTC)And... Have a little more Out of Bounds... (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/873029.html).
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:30 pm (UTC)And a little bit more... (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/873029.html)
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:50 pm (UTC)... a little more Out of Bounds (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/873029.html)?
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Date: 2009-04-08 02:38 am (UTC)This is totally one of my favorite SGA AUs! but I'm sure you know that from the gushing email I sent you after I read what was on the site.
Amazing!
I love the visual of John and Rodney being privately in love when they're not supposed to be... how John's little finger wiggle meant so much more to Rodney than it possibly could to anyone else seeing it.
I love those boys! And I love them even more when they're together!!!
Thanks for tiding me over until we get a longer post.
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:29 pm (UTC)How about a little bit more (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/873029.html)?
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:23 pm (UTC)Ha! That's something I would do. No, that's something I have done, on
I shall not torment you long: here is the next part (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/873029.html#cutid1).
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:21 pm (UTC)Here is the next part (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/873029.html#cutid1).
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Date: 2009-04-08 04:33 pm (UTC)Oh man.
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Date: 2009-04-09 10:20 pm (UTC)I shall not torment you long: here is the next part (http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/873029.html#cutid1).
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