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Title: Truth
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: George/Izzie
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or any part of Grey's Anatomy.
Summary: Izzie gets ready for the wedding. George is looking for her.
Spoiler: Follows current GA storyline - post Testing 1-2-3
A/N: This is my answer to a debate with a friend, over whether George and Izzie would be capable of having dirty sex.
"Shut the door."
George did as he was told, once he recovered from laying eyes on her. He had been looking for her, there was no doubt about it. And when he found her, she was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, wearing a white tank top and boy short underwear. It only occurred to him after he let go of the knob and unconsciously clicked the lock, that she had probably meant get out and shut the door.
"George," she said. He couldn't tell if it was a plea, a sigh or a whimper. Her eyes found his in the mirror. "What are you doing?"
George tried to swallow but his mouth was dry. His pulse was racing and he could feel it every where - in his finger tips, the backs of his knees, his lips. He was breathing through his mouth and flat out starring at her.
Izzie could see what was in his eyes and it went right through her. She was instantly wet, embaressingly so. Thoughts of their kiss drifted into her head... she could feel his hand on her neck, his fingers at her jaw, his lips demanding on her own and suddenly she felt faint. He was standing there, in the suit he would be wearing to the wedding in a matter of hours, where she would be standing on an alter next to his wife. And his eyes were on her, and even though they had stood in this bathroom together hundreds of times, the air had never hung with so much want. It toyed with her senses, made her feel frozen and blind and her skin tingled with such heavy anticipation she didn't know how she was going deny him when he touched her. Because he was going to touch her, she could see it; his eyes never lied. Then, he started to speak.
"I have been thinking about having sex with you all day."
She let out a weak gasp as she turned around, still trying to pretend that what she had said yesterday was true. Her arms held onto the sink behind her, trying to compensate for the weakness in her legs. She couldn't look away from him. The fear and desire in her eyes only pushed him further.
"Tell me Iz. You really can't feel this?" his voice gritty, almost angry, as he stepped closer to her. "You're not tempted? You feel nothing? You could walk out of here right now, put that dress on..." His voice trailed off as one of his hands gripped the sink. With the other he grazed her hip with the backs of his fingers, following the curve down towards her thigh and then turning inward, his eyes never leaving hers. "... and still tell me this means nothing." He felt an almost imperceptable shift she made to part her legs. He slipped his fingers underneath her shorts, and into her folds, finding her slick and waiting. He whispered, "I think you're lying Izzie."
She groaned as she pushed against his hand and he allowed a finger to slid into her. She kept grinding, his palm rubbing her clit, as his tongue entered her mouth. She could have, would have, let him take her then and there if she hadn't been so angry.
"What about you?" she said with a snarl, breaking the kiss and pushing him slightly forward, forcing his hand to fall away from her. "You keep saying you're going to Mercy West, that you have to, that I can't do anything convince you otherwise..." She dropped to her knees in front of him and pushed the straps of her tank top down, exposing her breasts. She looked up at him and licked her lower lip, watching his mouth drop open at the sight of her. One of her hands began to work open his belt at a painfully slow speed, while the other stroked him through his pants. "I had to say something to make you stay George. Because we both know you don't want to go. You just won't be that guy. And I didn't think I'd ever want to be that woman, and I still don't..." The state of his own arousal made her feel less self conscious about her own. She closed her hand around him and the other moved to cup his ass.
He felt her breath glide over him before her mouth did the same. His hands sank into her hair and he relished the moment but knew he didn't want it to end like this. And it would, if he let her continue. He pulled her away and then up to meet his face, kissing her with enough force to back her up against the tiled wall. His hands began to wander down her body, over her breasts to her stomach, as he put his mouth to her ear. His voice was raspy. "You thought telling me you didn't want to be with me would make me stay? How could I look at you everyday, wanting my hands on you, and think you didn't? I couldn't live like that." He looped his thumbs into the top of her shorts and pulled down without restraint.
"Neither could I." she said, stepping out of the shorts, then pushing his pants and boxers down in one motion. "But you were leaving." One of her hands wandered underneath his shirt while her nipples scratched against it. She kissed his jaw with greed. "I thought that's what you needed me to say."
His breath was warm against her neck but he felt her shiver. "I need... you to say... I need you to tell me..." He took a deep breath to regain his control. "Tell me the truth Iz. Every time..." His hands moved to her ass and he lifted her.
Her back was cold against the tile as her legs crossed behind him. "I need you."
"What?" Their noses touched as he entered her.
"I need this, I need you George." He thrust into her steadily. She panted against him as her nails dug through his shirt into his shoulders and he sucked on her neck. "Oh yes, please. Please." Her begging urged him faster. She sucked his earlobe and then breathed, "I need you George. I need you to hold me and kiss me and fuck me and love me and do it always and forever. I need that, I need that." Her voice became a strangled cry.
She bit his ear as she came and he followed with one last thrust.
He had her pinned against the wall, was still inside her, when he pulled his head back, looked into her glassy eyes and said, "That's all you had to say."
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: George/Izzie
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or any part of Grey's Anatomy.
Summary: Izzie gets ready for the wedding. George is looking for her.
Spoiler: Follows current GA storyline - post Testing 1-2-3
A/N: This is my answer to a debate with a friend, over whether George and Izzie would be capable of having dirty sex.
"Shut the door."
George did as he was told, once he recovered from laying eyes on her. He had been looking for her, there was no doubt about it. And when he found her, she was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, wearing a white tank top and boy short underwear. It only occurred to him after he let go of the knob and unconsciously clicked the lock, that she had probably meant get out and shut the door.
"George," she said. He couldn't tell if it was a plea, a sigh or a whimper. Her eyes found his in the mirror. "What are you doing?"
George tried to swallow but his mouth was dry. His pulse was racing and he could feel it every where - in his finger tips, the backs of his knees, his lips. He was breathing through his mouth and flat out starring at her.
Izzie could see what was in his eyes and it went right through her. She was instantly wet, embaressingly so. Thoughts of their kiss drifted into her head... she could feel his hand on her neck, his fingers at her jaw, his lips demanding on her own and suddenly she felt faint. He was standing there, in the suit he would be wearing to the wedding in a matter of hours, where she would be standing on an alter next to his wife. And his eyes were on her, and even though they had stood in this bathroom together hundreds of times, the air had never hung with so much want. It toyed with her senses, made her feel frozen and blind and her skin tingled with such heavy anticipation she didn't know how she was going deny him when he touched her. Because he was going to touch her, she could see it; his eyes never lied. Then, he started to speak.
"I have been thinking about having sex with you all day."
She let out a weak gasp as she turned around, still trying to pretend that what she had said yesterday was true. Her arms held onto the sink behind her, trying to compensate for the weakness in her legs. She couldn't look away from him. The fear and desire in her eyes only pushed him further.
"Tell me Iz. You really can't feel this?" his voice gritty, almost angry, as he stepped closer to her. "You're not tempted? You feel nothing? You could walk out of here right now, put that dress on..." His voice trailed off as one of his hands gripped the sink. With the other he grazed her hip with the backs of his fingers, following the curve down towards her thigh and then turning inward, his eyes never leaving hers. "... and still tell me this means nothing." He felt an almost imperceptable shift she made to part her legs. He slipped his fingers underneath her shorts, and into her folds, finding her slick and waiting. He whispered, "I think you're lying Izzie."
She groaned as she pushed against his hand and he allowed a finger to slid into her. She kept grinding, his palm rubbing her clit, as his tongue entered her mouth. She could have, would have, let him take her then and there if she hadn't been so angry.
"What about you?" she said with a snarl, breaking the kiss and pushing him slightly forward, forcing his hand to fall away from her. "You keep saying you're going to Mercy West, that you have to, that I can't do anything convince you otherwise..." She dropped to her knees in front of him and pushed the straps of her tank top down, exposing her breasts. She looked up at him and licked her lower lip, watching his mouth drop open at the sight of her. One of her hands began to work open his belt at a painfully slow speed, while the other stroked him through his pants. "I had to say something to make you stay George. Because we both know you don't want to go. You just won't be that guy. And I didn't think I'd ever want to be that woman, and I still don't..." The state of his own arousal made her feel less self conscious about her own. She closed her hand around him and the other moved to cup his ass.
He felt her breath glide over him before her mouth did the same. His hands sank into her hair and he relished the moment but knew he didn't want it to end like this. And it would, if he let her continue. He pulled her away and then up to meet his face, kissing her with enough force to back her up against the tiled wall. His hands began to wander down her body, over her breasts to her stomach, as he put his mouth to her ear. His voice was raspy. "You thought telling me you didn't want to be with me would make me stay? How could I look at you everyday, wanting my hands on you, and think you didn't? I couldn't live like that." He looped his thumbs into the top of her shorts and pulled down without restraint.
"Neither could I." she said, stepping out of the shorts, then pushing his pants and boxers down in one motion. "But you were leaving." One of her hands wandered underneath his shirt while her nipples scratched against it. She kissed his jaw with greed. "I thought that's what you needed me to say."
His breath was warm against her neck but he felt her shiver. "I need... you to say... I need you to tell me..." He took a deep breath to regain his control. "Tell me the truth Iz. Every time..." His hands moved to her ass and he lifted her.
Her back was cold against the tile as her legs crossed behind him. "I need you."
"What?" Their noses touched as he entered her.
"I need this, I need you George." He thrust into her steadily. She panted against him as her nails dug through his shirt into his shoulders and he sucked on her neck. "Oh yes, please. Please." Her begging urged him faster. She sucked his earlobe and then breathed, "I need you George. I need you to hold me and kiss me and fuck me and love me and do it always and forever. I need that, I need that." Her voice became a strangled cry.
She bit his ear as she came and he followed with one last thrust.
He had her pinned against the wall, was still inside her, when he pulled his head back, looked into her glassy eyes and said, "That's all you had to say."