A/N: I'm really sorry about not updating for half a century. Until I saw the S6 premiere I lost interest in writing this, but now a semi-obsession with Grey's Anatomy has started again, so this is back in the works!

That evening, after a salmon dinner both George and Izzie prepared, they settled down in the living room with a movie. George let Izzie pick the film they watched, which was a romantic comedy called "While You Were Sleeping." After Izzie put the DVD in she sat next to George on the green sofa, staring attentively at the television. George sat closer to her, allowing her to rest her head on his left shoulder.

The smell of Izzie's sweet perfume made George smile into her golden hair. He wasn't sure what the fragrance was, but all he could think of it being was a personal heaven for himself. He cuddled her into his arms, embracing every inch of her, and buried his face into her neck so he could take in another breath of what was her.

"George!" she exclaimed with a giggle, tilting her head to the opposite side of his head. "You're tickling me!"

George grinned against her soft skin. "Don't you like being tickled?" he questioned.

"Mmm...depends," she said in a flirty tone. She leaned her head back so she could stare at George, giving him a bright smile.

"Depends?" he repeated, voice as flirty as hers.

"Yeah. Some people I like being tickled by, but you?" Her fingers reached between their chests so she could play with a button on his shirt. "I don't like it much..."

George recognized her playful tone and smirked, loving their back and forth teasing.

"Well, that just broke my heart," he said in sarcastic manner.

"I knew it would." She grinned, leaning forward and giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

He melted into her rosey lips; their sweet taste was like ecstasy. They seperated, leaving George wanting more of her kisses. He felt Izzie shift her weight on the couch so she could cuddle closer to him.

"You need a breath mint, George. You smell like you've been kissing a tuna."

Taken aback, George looked down at her.

"I thought something was fishy." He smirked.

Of course, he was only teasing, but he knew from judging the look on her face that she took it the wrong way.

"Are you saying that I kiss like a fish?" she asked in a defensive voice.

"No! No, not like a fish! Like, like a... A..."

Izzie's mouth dropped as she gave him an angry look. She pulled away from his embrace and stood up, staring down at him with a glare that could have slew the most vicious beast.

"Well, you kiss like a chicken!" she exclaimed.

George stood up as well, wondering how their nice evening turned into a petty fight.

"A chicken?!" he questioned. "I kiss like a chicken?!"

"Yes! You peck at me as if I were a bag of feed, George!"

George was saddened by this.

"You really think that?" he asked, voice cracking in mid sentence. "You feel like a bag of feed?"

Izzie's eyes narrowed at him.

"Yeah. I regret kissing you, too," she said coldly. "Because apparently I'm a fish, right?"

George froze; he opened his mouth to speak, but all he could do was just stare at her.

She gave him one last murderous look before turning on her heel.

"You are such an idiot," George whispered to himself, staring at the entrance she had just stormed through.

Perhaps it's time that you stopped talking?

Great plan. Should have thought of it ten minutes ago...

George sat back down on the couch, staring ahead at the TV with eyes filled with sorrow.