Don't own the characters, show, etc. I'm just getting thoughts out of my head before they drive me insane.
As ever, this is work of fiction. All reviews are welcome. Please note any inconsistencies or other mistakes.
Note the following: Izzie's already slept with George. This is sometime after Cristina-Burke fiasco and Meredith & Derek are not together.
Please keep an open mind as this an AU pairing. And in my twisted imagination this ship would actually work.
I know the first chapter is a little raunchy, but as we all know things that feel good always have strings attached. This is merely setting up for what's to come.
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The alcohol was absolutely, without a doubt controlling her actions. She was undeniably a goddess in bed, controlling her actions to pleasure a guy, but unrestrained—even she wasn't sure of her limitations.
She ripped his shirt a part, feeling his smooth chest up and down. He pulled her to him in a fiery kiss, doing something with his tongue that he never done to a woman before. She was quite surprised. She imagined him to more reserved. But if he was unleashing himself, then she was allowed to do the same.
She pushed him away. He looked at her questioningly. She gave him a seductive look as she trailed her fingers across his chest. Then going lower . . . and . . . lower. His breathing hitched as she massaged a hardening bulge between his legs. His eyes gave way to the animalistic nature in him. He pulled her close, tugging her top off her and attacking her chest as she backed towards the bed.
She broke away and he growled. She unzipped and pulled his pants down and began to massage his hardened member. He groaned and grabbed her hand.
"You first." He grinned slyly at her remaining clothing.
"What? No foreplay?"
"We'll see," he huskily whispered into her ear.
She pulled off her jeans and remaining clothing in mere seconds and then sat on the bed in her pure naked form. Yeah, it was definitely the alcohol. She wouldn't be doing this if she were in her right mind.
He immediately came to her. Running his fingertips up her thighs and touching a sensitive spot. The quite suddenly he came into her. Her breathing hitched as he began to thrust. Slowly at first and then faster. His eyes never left hers. They continued to watch each other. To see the mirroring pleasure . . .
She held him for a second. He tried to push forward confused. That's when she raised her long legs and rested them on his shoulders giving him more access and heightening the sensation between her legs. He moaned and continued to thrust. Now falling into her. Needing to feel her body against his. He placed kisses all over her neck before burying himself in her sweet hair as she grasped onto him tightly.
She dug her nails deeper . . . harder into his back. She threw her head backward giving him an unlimited access to her neck. He groaned and continued to leave a trail of wet kisses on the soft skin at her neck . . . her shoulder. One last thrust and a searing wave of pleasure blanketed both of them.
They stayed like that for a few seconds, holding each other close. He then gently laid her down on the bed and covered her body with his own. He kissed her again, from her below her ear to her pink lips. She responded immediately opening up her mouth and allowing him to explore her. He stopped and looked down at her.
He smiled. A happy, euphoric smile. Like he finally found what he had spent all this time searching for. His twinkling blue-green eyes looked for a response in her doey-brown ones. She reached up and pulled him down to her. The lay like that for a little longer. Every now and then placing a kiss on a newly discovered feature. Like they had just discovered the other person and they didn't want to let go.
In a way, they had just found each other. All this time, they were so near each other and they never knew the possibility. He rolled off her and draped his arm across her stomach. Tracing patterns and running his fingers across her body. Her beauty.
He held her tightly to him and eventually, they fell asleep.
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Izzie woke up with a sudden start. This wasn't her bed. Who was holding onto her so tightly? It felt warm and comforting, but this was not even her room or house. A certain familiarity spread about her. She was in a trailer. It had been years since she set foot in one. What was she doing in one now?
She took a deep breath and last night came flooding back. She smiled at the thoughts of the best sex in her life. Her smile faded to horror as she realized who it was with. She slowly turned around, moving the arm around her.
Derek Shepherd.
Izzie gulped. She slowly got out of bed and took in their nakedness. She just had the best sex ever with Derek Shepherd. Meredith's Derek. McDreamy. Meredith's McDreamy.
Izzie scrambled to get her clothes. What had she done? First George and now this? What was wrong with her?
Izzie silently put on her clothes, mentally cursing herself to eternal damnation as she felt her eyes well up with tears. She opened the door of the trailer, stepped out and let it quietly close. The cool, refreshing air did nothing to ease the stinging in her eyes or the help the blood flow to her lips, which were now white from where she was biting into them. The salty sensation was too much. How had she fallen so low?
Izzie stumbled around the path leading to the trailer. How the hell was she going to find her way home? Better yet, how was she going to deal with this mess? God was surely punishing her.
This was wrong on so many levels . . .
