Icon prompts!

[thegrrrl2002]

I feel like writing but I'm all aimless and unfocused. ::flails:: It's the holidays. Too much stuff going on. Although, not really--I'm not very busy this week. I think it's the thinking about having stuff to do in the future that is distracting me. How silly is that?

So anyway, I'm calling for icon prompts. The way it works is:

1. You post a comment.

2. I'll write a SGA drabble/ficlet inspired by the icon you've used.

Because I love icons. Icons are such happy things. I think everyone should do this meme in their own journals. ::eyes flist:: And yes, by everyone, I mean YOU.

ETA: Eeep! Okay, that's enough now for me to work with! ::pets pretty icons:: Oooh, inspiring!!

ETA2: Warning: Ficlets may contain spoilers for SGA 3.12 "Echoes".

Comments

[rodneyscat.livejournal.com]

It's the only icon that has rodney in it, that's completely mine, so I picked this one.

[rodneyscat.livejournal.com]

I lied! I made this one too (but don't pick it for a drabble/ficlet please, because I really don't like it when they pick on rodney. Not even in a fic.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

John has always played it safe. He had been accused of recklessness by his by his superiors, sure, but that was in the field. He can take chances there. But not in his personal life. Not with Rodney. With Rodney, John needs to keep a safe distance. He needs to ignore basic facts like the back of Rodney's neck looking soft and vulnerable. Or how open his face is--utterly transparent, every single emotion shining from his eyes. Or the quickness of his hands, the lift of his chin, the way he can fold his arms against his broad chest and glare, challenging John about everything, from the relative worth of their favorite superheroes to American politics to whether they're all about to die horrible, fiery deaths within the next minute.

And if John's fingers itch to touch Rodney, John simply clenches his hands into fists and wills the urge away.

But Rodney is always there, always next to him, leaning into his space, simply being present in his room-filling Rodney way. He's always focused on John, bitching at him, rambling at him, asking questions, demanding answers, absorbing all of John's attention and sure, maybe it's because John follows Rodney into his lab, into the mess out and onto balconies but he can't help himself. Same way he can't help teasing Rodney, doing anything he can just to get a reaction.

Sometimes John lies in bed at night wondering just what hell he's doing. And vows to go back to keeping his distance, for real this time.

A vow he conveniently forgets the very next morning.

Rodney has that effect on him.

In the end, it's John who brings about his own undoing. A harrowing experience at the hands of unfriendly villagers, and when it's all over John finds Rodney, safe and unharmed and he can't help but pull Rodney into a fierce hug. It's intended to be brief, manly back-patting sort of hug but once John's arms are around him they get kind of stuck. The hug goes on too long. Still, it's a minor miracle, Rodney alive and breathing and John is shaky with relief. And not thinking clearly. But it's not like Rodney is struggling to get away. He's hugging John back, fingers digging into John's shoulder as he holds on.

The seconds tick by, and John begins to panic just a little because Rodney still isn't letting go. Neither is he. He might actually be holding Rodney tighter. He can feel the warmth of Rodney's body against chest, can feel it rise and fall with every breath.

Rodney's hair is soft. John knows this because his nose is pressed into it.

It smells nice, too.

John thinks that maybe he should say something. But he doesn't know what. 'Thank god you're okay' might be a little silly at this point. 'Sorry about the kidnapping' would be stating the oblivious.

But if he doesn't say something, they might stay like this for hours. Which wouldn't really be such a terrible thing.

John takes a breath and is about to speak when Rodney beats him to it.

"Oh, for christssakes," he says, pulling back without releasing his grip on John.

And before John can even raise his eyebrows Rodney kisses him. It's a defiant kiss, daring John to stop him, but John isn't stupid. He throws caution into the wind and kisses Rodney back.

Recklessly.

[lapislaz.livejournal.com]

Hmm, lemme see what I've got here...

oh! here ya go.

[tex.livejournal.com]

This isn't an SGA icon but I think you get the picture!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Mmmm...fabulous icon!

---

First it was the arm draped across his shoulders. Then Rodney feels John slide his other arm in under his chest. He grunts in annoyance--it's not exactly comfortable, but John merely tightens his grip and Rodney ends up being pulled into a sort of hug, John's chest resting heavily against his back.

"Could you be any more in my space?" Rodney asks, his voice muffled by the pillow. He's already at the edge of the bed, with one knee hanging over the side.

John slings a leg over Rodney's.

Rodney sighs. "That wasn't intended to be a challenge."

"No?" Somehow John manages to nestle even closer, hips pressing warmly into Rodney's side.

Despite his amusement, Rodney can't resist asking, "Keeping alive the spirit of manifest destiny? How very American of you."

"I am very patriotic." John's voice is low and blurred by sleep, making the statement sound whole lot dirtier than it should.

Rodney wonders if he should be disturbed. Instead he shifts his arms, pulling them up until he's more comfortable, and then, despite the heavy John-blanket draped over him, he drifts off to sleep.

Only to waken to an odd sensation.

"John," he says, voice muffled by the pillow. "That's my armpit."

John noses in further. "Yeah."

"Your face is in my armpit."

Something soft and wet glides over his skin.

"You're licking my armpit." Dismayed, Rodney tries to pull away but John holds him in place. "That's disgusting."

John's laughter rumbles through his body, deep and rich. "This from the man who had his tongue up my ass."

A warm flush rises in Rodney's chest. "That was different."

He doesn't understand how it happens, but John makes him so crazy that he'll do that without even thinking. He'll throw caution into the wind and it's not even for John--that's a bonus, of course, to hear John moan and whimper and lose control--but the thing that really gets to Rodney is that he wants to do it, wants to touch John everywhere, wants to smell him and taste him in the deepest, darkest places and it's as if he can't get close enough.

As if he has to make up for the daytime, when they have to keep apart. When they have to pretend that they're just members of the same team; friends and only friends, nothing more.

Rodney lifts his arm higher, and even though it tickles, he lets John lick.

[logovo.livejournal.com]

How about mine? The key words for this icon are "John can be the Man in Black" and it fits him, I think. There is a choice in there somewhere for him.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

John strolls from one balcony to another. He knows all the interconnecting paths, knows how to take the long way to get from the control room to the living quarters, without ever once going inside. The quiet of the night, the low noise of the sea far below is what he needs right now. That, and the city towering up around him, beautiful, brightly lit towers, and if he squints he can see into the mess and make out the people--his people--gathered for a late dinner. He knows that he could step in a transporter and be there in seconds, that he'd be greeted warmly by whoever was there. They'd offer food, ask him to join a poker game, invite him to watch a movie later.

Good people, all of them.

He rounds the turn of another balcony and heads down a flight of outdoor stairs. The wind gusts and he zips his shirt all the way up, should have worn a jacket--and then he hears the slapping of feet against the paving stones. A moment later he sees a slim figure coming towards him at a steady run. Elizabeth.

She looks distracted, then jumps a little when she sees him.

"Hey, Elizabeth," John says with a nod.

"John," she says, loping to a halt. "You startled me."

"Sorry."

"Is everything okay?"

John gives her his best smile. "Of course. Just enjoying the night," he says with an expansive gesture at the sea and sky.

She watches his face for a moment. "Okay then." She looks as if she's about to say something else, then gives him a quick nod before continuing past him.

He watches her trot up the stairs and round the turn, footsteps fading into the night. Maybe he's not the only who feels the weight pressing down a little too much. He moves on, taking his time, breathing in the cool, damp air, allowing the silence and solitude to fill him.

When he reaches the living quarters and finally steps inside, Rodney is there, lingering in the corridor with a studied casualness. John doesn't think it's a coincidence.

He brightens when he sees John. "Hey, Sheppard, I was just looking for you."

"Yeah, well, meetings, you know?" John says, giving 'a colonel's work is never done' shrug. "As a matter of fact, I think I'm just going to turn in early tonight. Feeling kind of tired."

He fervently hopes Rodney hears the I'm not in the mood tonight, dear and takes it at face value.

"Oh." Rodney's expression turns quizzical. He steps closer, and in low voice asks, "Is this anything I should be worried about?"

"No, Rodney," John says with a comforting smile. "It's not."

"All right. Um, goodnight?"

"Goodnight."

John's relieved by the lack of fuss, but when the door closes behind him, his room seems utterly lifeless. He scolds himself for being silly, then strips down to his t-shirt and boxers and climbs into bed. He pulls out a book, reads a few pages, but since he's staring into space more than actually reading, he switches to his laptop and peruses his email before calling up a report.

He's signing off on it when he hears a light knock at his door.

"Yes, Rodney?" Because who else would it be?

Rodney steps in, laptop cradled in the crook of his arm. "How'd you know--?"

John finds himself smiling. "I must be psychic. What's up?"

Pointing to the screen on his laptop, Rodney says, "I saw you were on-line, and I figured you were working, and since I'm working too, I thought maybe we could--" He flips his hand and gestures at John's desk. "Or not. Whatever."

"Okay." The word is out of John's mouth before he can even think of a suitable protest.

Rodney settles in at John's desk and switches on the lamp. Pretending to read another report, John wonders why Rodney is there, because he doesn't say another word, just types on the computer, scrolls through screens, and lets out a perplexed "hmmm" every once in a while. He wonders and watches Rodney surreptitiously until his eyes fall shut.

When he wakes early the next morning, Rodney is in bed next to him stretched out and sound asleep. John pulls him close, tucks his head into Rodney's shoulder and listens to his breathing--a low soothing sound, even better than the sea.

[lovelokest.livejournal.com]

Sadly most of my fav icons are in different fandoms, but I'm quite fond of this one. Icons are good! *g*

[flatlanddan.livejournal.com]

Far too much stuff going on. Can't we just do the twelve days of Christmas and that's it? When did it turn into the two months of christmas.

[miera-c.livejournal.com]

amen to that. I'm already tired of Christmas music (though not Christmas cookies)

[drlense.livejournal.com]

Hello!!!

[crownglass39.livejournal.com]

Phallic stuff is always fun.

[inthekeyofd.livejournal.com]

Oh this is too good to pass up..I hope I'm not late..this icon is my all time favorite John Sheppard one..

[rodneyscat.livejournal.com]

...I can see why...

*whimpers*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bettina_/]

I hope my icon inspires you ;-).

Part I (This one kind of got away from me. *g*)

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Rodney said. "We can do this."

"Oh yeah. Piece of cake." Holding his unfastened pants up with one hand, John rubbed his limp cock steadily with the other, willing it to get hard.

"It's not going in the mission report, is it?"

"No way. I don't see how jerking off all over the Holy Seed Stone is anyone's business but our own." John shifted his weight, his shoulder brushing Rodney's.

Rodney jerked away from his touch. "It will be worth it, when they welcome us into the chamber. Right?" He sounded uncertain.

"Right."

John squeezed his cock, then tugged it before stroking with renewed determination. At least the Guardians were keeping a polite distance behind them at the edge of the field. But still, it was a pretty damn strange situation, and not one particularly conducive getting off and getting come all over the large stone looming in the darkness before them. Although--he stole a glance at Rodney, and despite the darkness he could see Rodney's arm moving steadily and the thought that Rodney had his hand on his cock, too, made John's cock perk up a little, but not a whole heck of a lot.

After a moment of silent stroking Rodney let out a sigh. "This isn't working."

John stilled his hand. "No, not really."

"I can't--I can't focus. It's all too weird. We're never going to get into that chamber," Rodney said in a mournful voice.

"You know, they didn't say that we couldn't help each other out."

"What?"

John winced at Rodney's tone. It was a stupid thing to suggest, because Rodney was as straight a man as John had ever met. With a forced huff of laughter, John said, "Just trying to come up with ways to make this work."

"And you're suggesting...what?"

"I was just thinking we might," John hesitated, then forged ahead, because he knew Rodney wasn't the type to let it go. "Well, it's always more interesting when someone else is doing it for you."

"Oh. Huh." After a thoughtful pause, Rodney added, "Good point."

[schtroumph-c.livejournal.com]

What to choose, what to choose...I don't know, the first which come. Groupie John.

[dar-jeeling.livejournal.com]

I wish I could stop using it quite so compulsively. :D

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

(::giggles:: The size of Buicks! OMG, I loved that scene.)

----

"You have to dig a big hole," John said, "and line it with rocks. Then you build a wood fire over the rocks--oh, hey, Rodney."

Rodney put his tray on the table, took the chair next to Ronon and nodded a greeting to Teyla. "Building a fire? What are you talking about?"

"Something called a clambake," Ronon said.

Teyla leaned forward. "It sounds very intriguing."

Rodney glared, doing his best to spread the power of it evenly over all of them. "Don’t even think it."

Ronon frowned. "What?"

"Relax, Rodney, this isn't about Sam." And there it was again, that flicker of annoyance on John's face, as if maybe he would have liked it to be. "Didn't you hear? The marine biologists found descendants of your giant lobsters."

"And you want to eat them." Rodney sipped his coffee indignantly.

"Well, yeah. Sheppard says they're good eating." Ronon looked to John for confirmation.

John nodded vigorously. "Throw in a couple of those giant clams, a bunch of potatoes--come on Rodney, it will be fun."

"And just how big are these 'lobsters'?"

"About six feet long. With great big claws, too."

"Gonna need a really big hole," Ronon said.

"And lot of butter," John added.

"They seem as though they'd be difficult to eat--you must break them open first?" Teyla asked.

"Oh yeah. It's a real mess." John patted Ronon's arm. "And you're supposed to eat them with your fingers."

"Cool." Ronon sat back. "I'm in. When do we get started?"

Rodney blinked at them, struck by the image of John sitting on the beach, eating with his fingers, butter dripping down his chin. He would probably be barefoot. Maybe wearing shorts.

Hell, maybe even shirtless.

With butter. Lots of butter.

"Um--" Rodney held up a finger, halting their discussion of hole-digging techniques. "We use a jumper, the one with the winch. Fire one, maybe two drones, and we have a pit. We use the winch to grab rocks from the south side of the continent. Come on, come on," he said, snapping his fingers. "Let's get moving! We start right now, and it should be ready by dinner tonight."

They scrambled after him as he raced toward the jumper bay.

[sandyurbahns.livejournal.com]

I didn't make this icon, but I just love the idea of Radek in the snow. Hope you can do something with this.

such a pretty icon!!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Radek hunkers down into his coat and mutters under his breath, wondering how much further they will have to walk.

"What?" Ronon asks, striding easily beside him.

"It is cold."

"No it isn't."

"All right then--I am cold," Radek clarifies. "And tired."

"Really?" Ronon asks.

Ronon's taking one step to every two of his. Of course he's not tired.

"Not all of us can be seasoned veterans of off-world missions now, can we?" Rodney calls out from behind him.

Ronon grins, and Radek scowls at them both. He's sure that Rodney is just has cold as he is, with the way the wind is blowing all around them. And Ronon--well, he believes Ronon. Radek checks his scanner again, and to his relief there's a flicker of an energy signal off to his left. "I have found it. This way," he says, pointing.

He turns and everyone follows, Ronon shouldering in ahead of him on the narrow path and Radek lets him. Rodney hovering at his shoulder, comparing the readings of the two scanners. Radek is delighted to find that his is more sensitive, and points this out to Rodney several times. They're so busy with the scanners that it isn't until the Colonel stops them with a puzzled "huh" that Radek sees the blank rock face in front of them.

"Are you sure this is it?" Sheppard asks.

"Yes, we are," Rodney retorts, showing him the scanner. "See?"

"Curious," Radek adds.

Ronon taps on the rock with the barrel of his gun. "Maybe there's a door?"

Radek sees nothing that could be considered door-like. The wall has no markings whatsoever. It is an exposed outcropping on the side of the mountain, and when he and Rodney walk to one side of it, and then the other, trying to find an alternative route, the signal fades away to nothing.

"It's definitely right here," Rodney says.

Rodney puts a hand to the wall. "Maybe it's gene activated?"

When nothing happens, Sheppard joins him, hand flat on the wall and an earnest, thoughtful expression on his face. "Nope."

"I say we blow it up," Ronon suggests. "Come on, just a little C4 should do it."

Radek gives him a look of disbelief. "I don't believe that would be wise."

"Wait," Teyla says, speaking up for the first time after watching them thoughtfully.

Radek catches on right away. "Maybe it needs Wraith DNA--like the lab you found a couple years back?"

She flashes him a smile. Then puts her hand to the rock face.

It promptly disappears.

There's a rush to enter it, with Ronon and Sheppard going in first, guns at the ready.

Despite his curiousity, Radek is happy to wait for them to announce that it's all clear before he enters, behind Rodney. He's scientist, not a soldier. He's not about to take risks.

It is indeed a Wraith laboratory, deserted for centuries, but the database is in working order and it doesn't take them long to realize they've struck gold. The labs purpose was apparently to research ship design, from the hive ships to the small darts and everything in between. Radek can scarcely believe it--even though it is somewhat outdated, there's enough here to fill in the gaps in their knowledge and he's sure they will find weaknesses to be exploited.

[chopchica.livejournal.com]

I hope I'm not too late! I opened the page about twenty minutes ago and haven't refreshed. Just in case I'm not, I adore this icon so very, very much.

[chopchica.livejournal.com]

Oh, bummer. Sorry bout that!

[eretria.livejournal.com]

Why am I always late for the good parties?
*weepy*

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

Because you said I could.

I almost went for puffy chest John, but I so loved them sneaking out of bed together.

[mmmchelle.livejournal.com]

In case you prefer puffy chest John.

[rusty-armour.livejournal.com]

I've gone with this icon because I think it's my favourite. Hope it helps with the SGA drabble/ficlet challenge, though it looks like you've got a lot of great icons already. :-)

[kalpurna.livejournal.com]

I know it's too late, but if I DID get here on time, this is the icon I would have given you. Because Rodney is SO CHEERFUL about the porn! Is he performing in it? Is he watching it? We don't know! Just thought I'd share. :D

[porntestpilot.livejournal.com]

I know I'll too late but sharing my favorite John icon anyway.

[porntestpilot.livejournal.com]

And I grabbed the wrong one! This is the right one.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_inbetween_/]

Very nice.

[feather-autant.livejournal.com]

I've just finished updating myself on the latest installments. I love how you give us these little glimpses into their psychis, and their lives. Nobody does it better than you! These have made me very happy. *hugs you*