Grey's Anatomy fic: A Beginner's Guide to Mountaineering (Izzie/Olivia)
Title: A Beginner's Guide to Mountaineering
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Izzie/Olivia
Rating: adult
Words: 748
Notes: For the GA Porn Battle.
Except for the part where she's the poor-man's Meredith, Izzie never really gets what it is about Olivia.
Because she's slutty in that sweet, shy way guys like, being as they are, for the most part, big fat hypocrites? Because she's reasonably pretty? A redhead? Because she's there? Like some sweet, promiscuous mountain waiting to be climbed? No, Izzie never gets what it is with Olivia. That is, not until one night when she's sitting by herself at Joe's because her friends still have jobs and she doesn't have anything better to do than wait around for them.
And then all of a sudden Olivia is just there.
'Hi, Dr Stevens,' she says, and smiles and drinks her beer.
Still with the sweet, unassuming redhead thing, Izzie notes sourly, and finds it hard to muster up a friendly response.
"So what, this is like some pro bono nursing thing? Find someone to practice your caring face on?"
Olivia smiles some more, like she thinks it's okay Izzie's being a bitch, and says, "Oh, I do all my best charity work in bars. Your friends will be here soon, right?" She shrugs. "Want to play darts till then?"
Izzie, trying not to think about being a charity case, nor the fact that Olivia might actually be funny, says: "I suck at darts."
Olivia, it turns out, does not suck at darts. Izzie persists in sucking despite - or more accurately in spite of Olivia's helpful pointers. Which leads to sulking and a renewed effort to drown her sorrows.
"You surgeons are all the same. You always have to be the best at everything," Olivia observes. And, when Izzie reminds her that she's not a surgeon anymore, shrugs and says: "Well, you still act like one."
"Hey, you like surgeons," she accuses, because hello, Alex? George?
She laughs. "Well, I'm just a glutton for punishment - I'm a nurse, aren't I?"
"I thought that was because of the whole caring, compassionate thing you've got going. That's what you're doing with me, right? I'm sad and all by myself - charity work, didn't you call it?"
Olivia makes a noncommittal sound as she takes a long drink of her beer. Then once she lowers the glass to the bar, says: "I'm going to the bathroom."
Izzie thinks she might be starting to get what it is about Olivia after all when she finds out that darts isn't the only thing she's good at. Turns out, she's also good at luring tipsy ex-surgeons into bathroom stalls.
And then there are the orgasms. She's really, really good at giving orgasms.
Hard, fast, dirty orgasms, as Izzie discovers when Olivia's hand is pressing through her jeans so the seam rubs against her clit, and one of Izzie's nipples is twisting between Olivia's thumb and forefinger. Olivia is keeping her upright with her back against the door of the stall, and Izzie can't help but be impressed because rarely has she had this much fun whilst still (almost) fully dressed. Almost, because suddenly Olivia is yanking down her top and sucking her nipple through the lace of her bra.
Olivia's hand is still pressing firm little circles through her jeans, which feel way too hot and confining right now. She wants to strip them off and drag Olivia's head and those teasing lips and teeth between her thighs where they might do something more than make her squirm, overheated and impatient, against this uncomfortable, unhygienic door.
Izzie pulls her head up and kisses her instead, and comes, yes, hard and fast, with Olivia's tongue in her mouth.
And she gets it, she really gets it, when Olivia smiles and pushes her hair behind her ears and asks her if she's okay while Izzie's still just panting and trying to peel herself away from the door.
It's like how Olivia doesn't bother pretending it wouldn't be weird, her going back to Izzie's house. So they go to Olivia's place instead, where Izzie can get out of her jeans, and not think about being a charity case or her no-show doctor friends.
And Olivia? Sweet, definitely slutty, but not really all that mountainous. Although, there's still climbing involved, especially once she's had Olivia arching up into her tongue, and her thighs clamped around her ears, and she makes her way back up Olivia's body, slow and steady as a freaking sherpa.
Because she's there.
Which, when Izzie thinks about it, isn't such a bad reason after all.
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Izzie/Olivia
Rating: adult
Words: 748
Notes: For the GA Porn Battle.
Except for the part where she's the poor-man's Meredith, Izzie never really gets what it is about Olivia.
Because she's slutty in that sweet, shy way guys like, being as they are, for the most part, big fat hypocrites? Because she's reasonably pretty? A redhead? Because she's there? Like some sweet, promiscuous mountain waiting to be climbed? No, Izzie never gets what it is with Olivia. That is, not until one night when she's sitting by herself at Joe's because her friends still have jobs and she doesn't have anything better to do than wait around for them.
And then all of a sudden Olivia is just there.
'Hi, Dr Stevens,' she says, and smiles and drinks her beer.
Still with the sweet, unassuming redhead thing, Izzie notes sourly, and finds it hard to muster up a friendly response.
"So what, this is like some pro bono nursing thing? Find someone to practice your caring face on?"
Olivia smiles some more, like she thinks it's okay Izzie's being a bitch, and says, "Oh, I do all my best charity work in bars. Your friends will be here soon, right?" She shrugs. "Want to play darts till then?"
Izzie, trying not to think about being a charity case, nor the fact that Olivia might actually be funny, says: "I suck at darts."
Olivia, it turns out, does not suck at darts. Izzie persists in sucking despite - or more accurately in spite of Olivia's helpful pointers. Which leads to sulking and a renewed effort to drown her sorrows.
"You surgeons are all the same. You always have to be the best at everything," Olivia observes. And, when Izzie reminds her that she's not a surgeon anymore, shrugs and says: "Well, you still act like one."
"Hey, you like surgeons," she accuses, because hello, Alex? George?
She laughs. "Well, I'm just a glutton for punishment - I'm a nurse, aren't I?"
"I thought that was because of the whole caring, compassionate thing you've got going. That's what you're doing with me, right? I'm sad and all by myself - charity work, didn't you call it?"
Olivia makes a noncommittal sound as she takes a long drink of her beer. Then once she lowers the glass to the bar, says: "I'm going to the bathroom."
Izzie thinks she might be starting to get what it is about Olivia after all when she finds out that darts isn't the only thing she's good at. Turns out, she's also good at luring tipsy ex-surgeons into bathroom stalls.
And then there are the orgasms. She's really, really good at giving orgasms.
Hard, fast, dirty orgasms, as Izzie discovers when Olivia's hand is pressing through her jeans so the seam rubs against her clit, and one of Izzie's nipples is twisting between Olivia's thumb and forefinger. Olivia is keeping her upright with her back against the door of the stall, and Izzie can't help but be impressed because rarely has she had this much fun whilst still (almost) fully dressed. Almost, because suddenly Olivia is yanking down her top and sucking her nipple through the lace of her bra.
Olivia's hand is still pressing firm little circles through her jeans, which feel way too hot and confining right now. She wants to strip them off and drag Olivia's head and those teasing lips and teeth between her thighs where they might do something more than make her squirm, overheated and impatient, against this uncomfortable, unhygienic door.
Izzie pulls her head up and kisses her instead, and comes, yes, hard and fast, with Olivia's tongue in her mouth.
And she gets it, she really gets it, when Olivia smiles and pushes her hair behind her ears and asks her if she's okay while Izzie's still just panting and trying to peel herself away from the door.
It's like how Olivia doesn't bother pretending it wouldn't be weird, her going back to Izzie's house. So they go to Olivia's place instead, where Izzie can get out of her jeans, and not think about being a charity case or her no-show doctor friends.
And Olivia? Sweet, definitely slutty, but not really all that mountainous. Although, there's still climbing involved, especially once she's had Olivia arching up into her tongue, and her thighs clamped around her ears, and she makes her way back up Olivia's body, slow and steady as a freaking sherpa.
Because she's there.
Which, when Izzie thinks about it, isn't such a bad reason after all.