[FIC] You Paged?
Title: You Paged?
Author: lollobrigida
Pairing: Alex/Izzie
Why: Medie's Porn Battle!! - click for prompts and such...
Rating: NC-17 (language, sex, the usual)
Prompt: Grey's Anatomy: Alex/Izzie, you paged
Notes: Porn Battle is going on for a week. I will be making a few of these posts. I own nothing. Children Go Away Adult Content inside. This is the full ficlet, since I fail at writing something that fits in just the 4300 character comment limit.
It only took Alex a split second to turn his back and lock the door to the on call room. His light blue scrubs already being peeled off over his head, tanned skin being greeted with the warm welcome of Izzie's tongue. Her hands are pressing to his shoulders hearing a slight thunk as the back of his head hits the door. "Sorry!" She apologizes slightly but already returns her mouth to his skin. Her hands are running down along his sides, and back up toward the shoulderblades she preferred to dig fingertips into. Looking into his eyes for a moment she caught that look and it was a look she'd seen before. The casual smirk that hid away all those actual feelings he might have for her. It didn't really matter at the moment because he'd woken The Beast, and The Beast hadn't been expecting to return from hibernation for a while.
His fingers brushed along her bare stomach as soon as her own scrub top had been dropped carelessly to the floor. Tugging at the ties at her waist he loosened the knot, tucking his finger into the front of her pants giving the gathering a good yank toward himself. As the now loose cotton pants hung awkwardly off her hips, his hands moved quickly from the front of her pants along her spine up to the clasp on her bra. In a move he'd probably done over a dozen times two fingers pinched the closure and let go watching the straps once taut across her shoulders slip loosely down along her arms.
Izzie is inching backward toward the bunks, with that dirty look in her eyes her scrubs falling off of her hips more and more with each step, until she can simply step out of them letting one knee rest on the flimsy matress. Her finger crooks beckoning him toward her as her bra finally shrugs off of her. There's only a moments hesitation as his eyebrow raises in pure admiration for the beauty that is Izzie Stevens. Tugging at the ties of his pants he loosens while he moves toward her, letting them fall to the floor atop the pale blue pile of clothing on the floor.
Those eyes of his roam across her body once more as he leans over her moving carefully onto the bunk that's truly intended only for one person. Strong hands are at her hips holding her slightly as his mouth kisses a trail from just above her navel up along her stomach. Lips brush lightly across her breasts up toward her neck, where he can hear her breathing becoming a bit more shallow. Still holding her low on her hips his fingers dip into the waist band of her panties tugging them down gently as she eases upward helping him free her of them.
Alex is still nuzzling at her neck, nipping at flesh tracing her collarbone with his tongue, all while feeling her pulse quicken and her breathing become slightly ragged. When she finally focuses on more than just the way his tongue is flicking across her skin she's able to form actual words. "Alex," she breathes heavily into the air, a single word with two syllables that are now heavy with want and desire.
He's been arroused since she pressed her tongue to his skin teasing his nipple to a firmness that nearly stung, and now Alex is above her pressing his erection against her slightly. The moment the contact is made against the heat between her thighs he's already beginning to see the world in a slight blur. Her hands run down along her curves meeting at her center, taking a moment to feel for herself just how wet his efforts had made her. Lightly taking a hold of him a single finger extends the length of his shaft, still slick with her self the sensation causes Alex to pull a breath inward quickly.
"Alex," is what he hears once more this time more seductive with a teasing tone behind it all, her eyes are wild with intent and his face is already feeling flush. Her grip lines up the tip of him to press slightly against the slickness of her sex, holding him there for a moment before she shifts her hips upward onto him. The warmth envelops him completely for a moment before he lets his body begin to react. Hands that were once around him are now perched to his shoulders pulling him onto her, letting his chest fall upon the rise of her breasts.
She can feel him within her, and as her muscles constrict and tighten around him, all she can feel is his mouth on her skin, and his hips pressing her thighs further apart. Each stroke into her creates an audible sound that he's memorizing, every gasp, every slight moan, every lack of a sound she makes is being hidden away in his mind.
He continues into her his own climax building up as he listens to her, the symphony of pleasure that she's conducting in pure unfiltered and raw reaction. His jaw is slack against her cheek inching toward her ear, wanting her to hear his quiet moans and wanting her to hear the moment he's asking for, "Izzie, I want you to come with me." It's not a simple request, and in a world where everything is equal both of them know this isn't one of them, "Tell me, show me what to do..." His words hit hear ear with a heat behind them as her hands slink off his shoulders to take one of his hands from beside her hip.
Her hand atop his pressed against her begins to rub gently across her clit, the moment he brushes across it he feels a tiny flutter tighten against him. His eyes search hers for that signal as he presses into her, slow circular motions that bring heated moans from the back of her throat, and make her eyelids heavy with lust. His motions into her gain not as much friction as they do slickness, the walls of her growing wetter the more he touches her. Her back is arching upward against his body for a moment before she leans up teeth nipping at his earlobe before saturated words are breathed to him, "Fuck me Alex."
It takes him only to hear those words and his hips pick back up to the pace he had grown accustomed to, thrusting deep and hard into her until he heard her breath catch in the back of her throat. Her mouth opened trying to latch to his, but all that came out was a series of moans intermingled with heavy panting and his name a thousand times over. She clenched her entire body as she came with him, his hips pressing himself as deep into her as he could get, wanting to feel every moment of her orgasm. He whispers her name as his climax fades, letting himself slip from her with ease.
Izzie already feels the empty void left behind, the odd slight numbness that comes from the repeated motions, but she doesn't care. His mouth is on hers again and she only wants to catch her breath while they lie there beside each other, where the rest of the world can't reach them.
Author: lollobrigida
Pairing: Alex/Izzie
Why: Medie's Porn Battle!! - click for prompts and such...
Rating: NC-17 (language, sex, the usual)
Prompt: Grey's Anatomy: Alex/Izzie, you paged
Notes: Porn Battle is going on for a week. I will be making a few of these posts. I own nothing. Children Go Away Adult Content inside. This is the full ficlet, since I fail at writing something that fits in just the 4300 character comment limit.
It only took Alex a split second to turn his back and lock the door to the on call room. His light blue scrubs already being peeled off over his head, tanned skin being greeted with the warm welcome of Izzie's tongue. Her hands are pressing to his shoulders hearing a slight thunk as the back of his head hits the door. "Sorry!" She apologizes slightly but already returns her mouth to his skin. Her hands are running down along his sides, and back up toward the shoulderblades she preferred to dig fingertips into. Looking into his eyes for a moment she caught that look and it was a look she'd seen before. The casual smirk that hid away all those actual feelings he might have for her. It didn't really matter at the moment because he'd woken The Beast, and The Beast hadn't been expecting to return from hibernation for a while.
His fingers brushed along her bare stomach as soon as her own scrub top had been dropped carelessly to the floor. Tugging at the ties at her waist he loosened the knot, tucking his finger into the front of her pants giving the gathering a good yank toward himself. As the now loose cotton pants hung awkwardly off her hips, his hands moved quickly from the front of her pants along her spine up to the clasp on her bra. In a move he'd probably done over a dozen times two fingers pinched the closure and let go watching the straps once taut across her shoulders slip loosely down along her arms.
Izzie is inching backward toward the bunks, with that dirty look in her eyes her scrubs falling off of her hips more and more with each step, until she can simply step out of them letting one knee rest on the flimsy matress. Her finger crooks beckoning him toward her as her bra finally shrugs off of her. There's only a moments hesitation as his eyebrow raises in pure admiration for the beauty that is Izzie Stevens. Tugging at the ties of his pants he loosens while he moves toward her, letting them fall to the floor atop the pale blue pile of clothing on the floor.
Those eyes of his roam across her body once more as he leans over her moving carefully onto the bunk that's truly intended only for one person. Strong hands are at her hips holding her slightly as his mouth kisses a trail from just above her navel up along her stomach. Lips brush lightly across her breasts up toward her neck, where he can hear her breathing becoming a bit more shallow. Still holding her low on her hips his fingers dip into the waist band of her panties tugging them down gently as she eases upward helping him free her of them.
Alex is still nuzzling at her neck, nipping at flesh tracing her collarbone with his tongue, all while feeling her pulse quicken and her breathing become slightly ragged. When she finally focuses on more than just the way his tongue is flicking across her skin she's able to form actual words. "Alex," she breathes heavily into the air, a single word with two syllables that are now heavy with want and desire.
He's been arroused since she pressed her tongue to his skin teasing his nipple to a firmness that nearly stung, and now Alex is above her pressing his erection against her slightly. The moment the contact is made against the heat between her thighs he's already beginning to see the world in a slight blur. Her hands run down along her curves meeting at her center, taking a moment to feel for herself just how wet his efforts had made her. Lightly taking a hold of him a single finger extends the length of his shaft, still slick with her self the sensation causes Alex to pull a breath inward quickly.
"Alex," is what he hears once more this time more seductive with a teasing tone behind it all, her eyes are wild with intent and his face is already feeling flush. Her grip lines up the tip of him to press slightly against the slickness of her sex, holding him there for a moment before she shifts her hips upward onto him. The warmth envelops him completely for a moment before he lets his body begin to react. Hands that were once around him are now perched to his shoulders pulling him onto her, letting his chest fall upon the rise of her breasts.
She can feel him within her, and as her muscles constrict and tighten around him, all she can feel is his mouth on her skin, and his hips pressing her thighs further apart. Each stroke into her creates an audible sound that he's memorizing, every gasp, every slight moan, every lack of a sound she makes is being hidden away in his mind.
He continues into her his own climax building up as he listens to her, the symphony of pleasure that she's conducting in pure unfiltered and raw reaction. His jaw is slack against her cheek inching toward her ear, wanting her to hear his quiet moans and wanting her to hear the moment he's asking for, "Izzie, I want you to come with me." It's not a simple request, and in a world where everything is equal both of them know this isn't one of them, "Tell me, show me what to do..." His words hit hear ear with a heat behind them as her hands slink off his shoulders to take one of his hands from beside her hip.
Her hand atop his pressed against her begins to rub gently across her clit, the moment he brushes across it he feels a tiny flutter tighten against him. His eyes search hers for that signal as he presses into her, slow circular motions that bring heated moans from the back of her throat, and make her eyelids heavy with lust. His motions into her gain not as much friction as they do slickness, the walls of her growing wetter the more he touches her. Her back is arching upward against his body for a moment before she leans up teeth nipping at his earlobe before saturated words are breathed to him, "Fuck me Alex."
It takes him only to hear those words and his hips pick back up to the pace he had grown accustomed to, thrusting deep and hard into her until he heard her breath catch in the back of her throat. Her mouth opened trying to latch to his, but all that came out was a series of moans intermingled with heavy panting and his name a thousand times over. She clenched her entire body as she came with him, his hips pressing himself as deep into her as he could get, wanting to feel every moment of her orgasm. He whispers her name as his climax fades, letting himself slip from her with ease.
Izzie already feels the empty void left behind, the odd slight numbness that comes from the repeated motions, but she doesn't care. His mouth is on hers again and she only wants to catch her breath while they lie there beside each other, where the rest of the world can't reach them.