She's on your mind
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So let's do this while I can. (Yeah Lee and canon couples just never seem to work.)
Title: The Only Thing That Exists
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: George/Izzie
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I am only responsible for their fictional corruption.
Summary: Ficlet. George and Izzie have sex.
A/N: I think I just wrote this to get back in the G/I swing of things. And so I could momentarily use/steal the wonderful snarkysmile's icon.
"I did not just have sex with my best friend in the back of a car. I did not just have sex with my best friend in the back of a car. This is not high school. This is not happening. I am a doctor for God's sake. I did not just have sex with my best friend in a car." Izzie chants, like a personal mantra, like false conviction can turn back the clock.
George just runs two hands through his short, now messy hair and looks at her like she's crazy. "You do realize you are saying that out loud, right?"
The look Izzie gives him in return is a cross between "Oh shit" and "not now George." There is panic and a roll of beautiful eyes, and somehow it makes him feel a little less freaked just with its familiarity.
"I did not just have sex with you George. I didn't. You're married."
Izzie's whispered and vehement refusal to accept the situation should piss George off. With the tension between them the last few weeks, a quick and instant anger is what he expects to feel. But it doesn't come.
What Izzie is saying is something George really could say himself, if she'd shut up long enough for him to get a word in edgewise.
"Oh I've ruined everything, haven't I? You hate me. Of course you do. I'm a dirty mistress. Callie is going to kick my ass."
He's not sure why he starts laughing. George isn't. It's not particularly funny. Just one minute he's concentrating hard on breathing, just that, a simple task that is suddenly too hard, and the next he's laughing so hard breathing is forgotten.
How he got here, how they got here, is suddenly too amusing to ignore. What happened when they did, too good to deny.
Consequences be damned.
George touches Izzie again, pretending he doesn't notice her start and freeze. He pulls her closer by grabbing the drawstring of the scrub bottoms she'd somehow found and put back on during the very beginning of her attack of conscience. He doesn't stop pulling until they are once again sharing breath. Until that look is back in her eyes, that softness he didn't think he could cause.
"You did have sex with your best friend, in the back of a car. Even though it's not high school. This is happening. I know, because I'm a doctor too, and they don't let you graduate unless you learn a little about the birds and the bees."
"George -" Izzie tries to push, but its a halfhearted effort at best when George lets his fingers wander to the tender flesh just under her bellybutton.
He can't stop the smile from forming on his face. "You did Iz. We did. And aren't you the one who has been telling me what a great, big, no good, very bad, mistake I made getting married in the first place?"
With an almost imperceptible whimper Izzie nods, before allowing herself to be shifted, adjusted, fit firmly back in George's lap. "Yeah but..."
"You haven't ruined anything Izzie. Not between us. Because we're friends first, best friends, nothing is going to change that. I lo-" George kisses her again, because suddenly the words are too true to say, suddenly what he's feeling too strong to confess when he is still married to another woman, who might very well kick both their asses. When they are in a car like high schoolers. When this is so new that neither one could have really seen it coming.
George doesn't know where it came from, but suddenly he's sure where its going. Izzie's on top of him, kissing back, relaxing into his touch and trusting that whatever this is, its real, and something they both want.
He'll deal with the reality when he has to - for now the only thing that exists is them.
So let's do this while I can. (Yeah Lee and canon couples just never seem to work.)
Title: The Only Thing That Exists
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: George/Izzie
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I am only responsible for their fictional corruption.
Summary: Ficlet. George and Izzie have sex.
A/N: I think I just wrote this to get back in the G/I swing of things. And so I could momentarily use/steal the wonderful snarkysmile's icon.
"I did not just have sex with my best friend in the back of a car. I did not just have sex with my best friend in the back of a car. This is not high school. This is not happening. I am a doctor for God's sake. I did not just have sex with my best friend in a car." Izzie chants, like a personal mantra, like false conviction can turn back the clock.
George just runs two hands through his short, now messy hair and looks at her like she's crazy. "You do realize you are saying that out loud, right?"
The look Izzie gives him in return is a cross between "Oh shit" and "not now George." There is panic and a roll of beautiful eyes, and somehow it makes him feel a little less freaked just with its familiarity.
"I did not just have sex with you George. I didn't. You're married."
Izzie's whispered and vehement refusal to accept the situation should piss George off. With the tension between them the last few weeks, a quick and instant anger is what he expects to feel. But it doesn't come.
What Izzie is saying is something George really could say himself, if she'd shut up long enough for him to get a word in edgewise.
"Oh I've ruined everything, haven't I? You hate me. Of course you do. I'm a dirty mistress. Callie is going to kick my ass."
He's not sure why he starts laughing. George isn't. It's not particularly funny. Just one minute he's concentrating hard on breathing, just that, a simple task that is suddenly too hard, and the next he's laughing so hard breathing is forgotten.
How he got here, how they got here, is suddenly too amusing to ignore. What happened when they did, too good to deny.
Consequences be damned.
George touches Izzie again, pretending he doesn't notice her start and freeze. He pulls her closer by grabbing the drawstring of the scrub bottoms she'd somehow found and put back on during the very beginning of her attack of conscience. He doesn't stop pulling until they are once again sharing breath. Until that look is back in her eyes, that softness he didn't think he could cause.
"You did have sex with your best friend, in the back of a car. Even though it's not high school. This is happening. I know, because I'm a doctor too, and they don't let you graduate unless you learn a little about the birds and the bees."
"George -" Izzie tries to push, but its a halfhearted effort at best when George lets his fingers wander to the tender flesh just under her bellybutton.
He can't stop the smile from forming on his face. "You did Iz. We did. And aren't you the one who has been telling me what a great, big, no good, very bad, mistake I made getting married in the first place?"
With an almost imperceptible whimper Izzie nods, before allowing herself to be shifted, adjusted, fit firmly back in George's lap. "Yeah but..."
"You haven't ruined anything Izzie. Not between us. Because we're friends first, best friends, nothing is going to change that. I lo-" George kisses her again, because suddenly the words are too true to say, suddenly what he's feeling too strong to confess when he is still married to another woman, who might very well kick both their asses. When they are in a car like high schoolers. When this is so new that neither one could have really seen it coming.
George doesn't know where it came from, but suddenly he's sure where its going. Izzie's on top of him, kissing back, relaxing into his touch and trusting that whatever this is, its real, and something they both want.
He'll deal with the reality when he has to - for now the only thing that exists is them.