Fic: Bringing Sexy Back.
Rating: Nothing worse than the show.
Feedback: Of course, feedback is like our crack!
Summary: Izzie is having a hard time figuring out just where she stands in her career and her relationship with George.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, unfortunately. It would be cooler if I did though.
Spoilers: In this fic, George and Izzie are still together and the fic follows the show up until the ep. "Physical Attraction, Chemical Reaction." After that this fic goes AU.
Dedicated to Joseba for his birthday, which was like months ago, but it's the thought that counts, right? Hope you have a great 21st year buddy! And to the 80th BGL (gizzie) thread at Fanforum. :)
Just a little warning, the medical situations in this may be completely off. I don't know anything, really, when it comes to hospitals or medical situations, so prepare yourself for having to suspend your belief and imagination.
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Fic: Bringing Sexy Back.
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Izzie woke up to sun's rays warming her through the slits of her blinds. She slowly opened her eyes to the bright light, but quickly buried her head further into the comfort of her cool pillow. She wasn't ready to get up. It had been an incredibly long week at work with one chaotic event after another. A shooting rampage at a local shopping mall had kept the hospital busy for part of the week while a brutal prison riot kept them busy for the other half of the week. That wasn't mentioning the backed up O.R. or her eager set of interns following her every move.
Izzie felt like she had spent more time at the hospital in the past week than she had in her own home. She should be use to that considering she's been doing this for over a year now, but these days she had far more interesting things waiting for her at home than she use too. Things that made her want to call in sick and stay in bed all day. Things that could give her warm fuzzy feelings in all the right places with one look and then rolling with laughter with the next. These things were all rolled into one person. Her best friend. Her lover. Her George.
However, with both of their hectic schedules lately they didn't really have much time to spend alone together for themselves. It had been weeks since they had an actual date night. She couldn't remember the last time they actually had a dinner alone that didn't involve a hospital cafeteria or their friends. And the worst part of their busy lives was that they hadn't been intimate together for almost two weeks now. The most action they had seen was if they happen to fall into bed together from exhaustion.
But Izzie was feeling the itch now. She was feeling an itch that only George could scratch. And she was ready to snap if she didn't get that scratch taken care of soon. She had decided that even if she had to lock George and herself in their room for a weekend and have her way with him, she would.
However, even when she was about to go all rabid lover on her boyfriend, she had to wonder if he felt the same way. They had been so busy with their professional lives that they hadn't had much time to talk about their personal lives lately. She wondered if he felt the same undeniable urge to devour her as she felt for him. She had no doubt that he loved her. But she wondered if her desire for him outweighed his. Sometimes it just felt like she was more into the sexy part of their relationship than he was, she wasn't sure if it was because that they were so comfortable with each other that they had formed some kind of routine or if maybe she was just too passionate.
Izzie squeezed her eyes tighter as she pushed her worries away. She wasn't going to think about such things when she could do something about her itch right then. It was still very early in the morning, early enough to start something with her man before their busy days started.
She turned over and reached out for him, but found nothing but cold bed sheets greeting her. She opened her eyes and found an empty spot beside her.
Izzie lifted her head and looked around her room for George. She frowned when she realized she was alone in her bed.
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Izzie slowly opened the bathroom door and billows of steam rolled passed her as she stepped into the humid room.
"George?" She called out as the shower ran on full blast.
"Yeah?"
"Whatcha doing?" She asked, walking up to the sink.
"Playing chess, you?" He playfully answered back.
Izzie rolled her eyes at his answer, but couldn't help the smile at his smart reply. She grabbed his toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste onto it.
"Trying to figure out why on earth you would choose to be up at this ungodly hour," she answered as she started brushing her teeth.
"I told you the other day, I gotta up my game with these new interns. They're greedy little rats with the cases. I swear that Mitch guy of yours stalks the nurses for all the good cases."
Izzie nodded her understanding as she brushed around her teeth. The new interns were definitely a zealous group. She wasn't sure they could out do the freakish devotion they had when they were in the program, but they would get an A for effort. They were part of the reason why she was so tired lately. Having a group of enthusiastic interns hanging onto your every word was a taxing process. She often wondered how their mentor, Bailey, ever made it with all their drama and antics without maiming them all.
"So you're getting up even before the freakin birds and squirrels to steal cases?" she asked around his toothbrush.
"Yup. Learned from the best. I usually meet Cristina there in the morning," He said, squeezing some shampoo into his hand, but then he thought of something. "Are you using my toothbrush again?"
Izzie paused brushing her teeth in mid motion and smiled around the toothbrush. Busted again.
"Uh..noo." She scoffed, innocently as she could.
"Riiight. You tooth brush bandit. What am I going to do with you?"
She rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash and then smiled at his accusation. She had one idea.
She quickly slipped out of her nightclothes and stepped towards the shower.
"Oh, I have an idea," She announced as she whipped the sliding glass door open and stepped in with one smooth motion.
"Izzie!" George yelped in surprise as he turned to her sudden appearance. He was in the midst of scrubbing his head with shampoo when she made her grand appearance, so his hair was all soapy and sticking out in all directions.
Izzie giggled at his disheveled look.
"What are you doing?" George asked, incredulously.
"Playing chess, you?" she repeated his quip from earlier as she stepped closer to him.
George took a step back, getting closer to the spray of water. A splotch of soap dripped from his head and slid down his chest. Izzie bit her lip as she watched the drab of soap slowly make its way southwards. Izzie looked back up at him and noticed he was looking up at the ceiling awkwardly. She looked at him strangely.
"I mean what are you doing in here?" He said, his voice cracking with uneasiness.
"George, I don't know if you remember our whole weekend of nakedness, but we've seen each other naked before. You don't have to be all avoid-y."
"I…I know…it's..just… hospital…I have to get to the hospital early…and…" He stammered, looking everywhere but at Izzie.
Izzie cut him off by taking the small step in between them and spun them both around until she was the one standing under the spray of warm water. She pulled him closer and looked into his eyes. She heard him gulp. She smiled as she let the water cascade through her hair.
"Come on, George," She purred into his ear. "We can have wet, soapy naked fun. What better way to start the day off?"
"Hospital!" He squeaked out. "…Mitch…I gotta beat him there. He's a case hog."
He grabbed Izzie by the shoulders and spun them back around so that he was under the spray. He turned around and tried to get the soap out of his hair.
"George, I can put him on vomit patrol all day if you want!" She said, getting a little annoyed. She spun him back around to face her and stepped around him so that she was back under the spray. She placed her hands on his slippery chest and let them slide all around. "Right now, I just really need you to fu…"
"Soap in the eyes!! Soap in the eyes!!" George screeched as he rubbed his eyes feverishly. He pushed Izzie out of the way to get back under the spray of the water.
Izzie looked at him with perched lips as she leaned back against the tiled wall and watched as George washed his face clean in the water.
"George!" she yelped annoyed, but took a deep breathe to calm down. "George, I'm a resident now. I can make sure you get good cases. I'm all powerful now remember? I can make it better for both of us."
She smiled as she tried stepping closer again, but he took a step back once more and slipped as he fell back against the glass door.
"I know…but…you see… I kinda need to not have the all powerful girlfriend," He stuttered, trying to find his footing again.
After Izzie's confused look he continued on.
"I mean, I'm a 2nd year intern who is divorcing the ex-chief resident and dating another resident. It's not exactly playing to my favor with the other interns. I gotta go earn respect. Sorry. Gotta go or I'm going to be late!"
With that he jumped out of the shower and slammed the sliding glass door behind him. He grabbed a towel from the rack by the door and quickly patted down as he bumbled his way out of the bathroom, leaving Izzie behind in the shower. She let her head fall heavily onto the cool glass door as she sighed out heavily.
"Respect?" Izzie asked the now empty shower. "I'll give you respect."
She turned around and grabbed the bar of soap and grumbled as she continued her shower alone.
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