-1Author's Note: This chapter might not be exactly what you expected to happen from the situation, but it is how things played out. I hope you still enjoy, even if it is a bit loose and rambling.
Anger or hurt, Izzie wasn't sure which emotion was stronger as she stormed toward Meredith's house. Half-way up the walk she realized she couldn't hide at Meredith's because all of her clothing had been moved to Alex's. She couldn't move now without causing the mothers to question why.
Muttering a curse, Izzie spun on the ball of her foot, the heel of her sandal catching in a crack in the wooden walk way. "Are you freaking kidding me?" She bent, falling forward as she did so. The palm of one hand landed against the rough planks, several splinters working their way into the soft skin. Using her one free hand, she tried to free her heel from the small between two boards. This was just her luck. First, her mother shows up, Alex's mom in tow, determined to find her Mr. Right; and then Rebecca showed up with her announcement that things were serious, marriage serious, between her and Alex. If those two things hadn't been bad enough, the forced blind date she had been strong armed into hadn't panned out because Rebecca and he seemed to have eyes for only each other. She had thought she might be able to salvage everything by backing Alex into a corner. She hadn't really wanted him to alert their mothers to their involvement, but it would have been nice if he had been willing to do it. He hadn't though. He had shoved the phone back across the table and told her he didn't work that way.
"Come on," Izzie muttered, slipping forward a bit more as she tried yanking the shoe free by tugging her knee toward her. Her reward was kneeing herself in the chest and falling fully to the ground. "Argh. Seriously."
A shadow loomed over her, causing her heart rate to accelerate. She tried not to panic, knowing all she had to do was scream and, ass or not, Alex would come running. "Iz? You okay?" She let out a sigh of relief when she realized it was him, and not some crazed sex maniac.
"You shouldn't sneak up on people," she snapped, trying to untangle herself in a way that would at least save some of her dignity. She brushed aside the hand Alex offered to her, choosing instead to rise on her own. Her upright position didn't last long, as her shoe was still stuck, and the sudden movement sent her toppling forward yet again, this time crashing into Alex's chest. "Let go," she hissed when his arms wrapped around her.
"No." Alex said stubbornly. His hands wandered up and down her back in a slow, leisurely manner. "Iz, do you really want me to tell our mom's?"
The question startled her. She stilled any movement, the wheels in her head turning. If, and it was a big if, they said anything to their mothers there would be no going back. "You don't work that way, remember?" She threw his words back at him.
"I wasn't talking about not telling them. I was talking about being backed into a corner," Alex said curtly. "Which I think you know."
"I know no such thing," Izzie lied. She scowled when she realized he didn't believe her. "Fine. I shouldn't have backed you into a corner. Happy now?"
Alex chuckled, shaking his head. "Not quite," he answered. His hands moved up to cup her face, the pad of his thumb softly caressing her jaw line. He caressed his lips across her's, teasing her before fully capturing her mouth in a kiss. Her eyes closed, and she momentarily forgot about her stuck shoe. Kissing him felt right, even if he had been an ass.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she moaned when his mouth moved down to her neck. She knew there was a good reason for stopping him, but nothing came to mind at the moment. She was feeling too much for her mind to work properly. She had to focus though. She couldn't let him sweep her away with physical need. Not again. "Alex, seriously, we shouldn't. Our moms are right next door, and my foot is stuck."
That got his attention. "Your foot is stuck?" She nodded. "Seriously?" She nodded again, gaining a laugh from him. "How the hell did your foot get stuck?"
"I don't know," she said, annoyance ringing in her voice. "I was walking to Meredith's, and then I remembered all my stuff was now at your house, so I turned around, when I did my heel got stuck."
"Hold still," Alex muttered, crouching down. Izzie balanced herself by placing her hands on his shoulders. She sucked in her breath when he trailed a finger lazily around her ankle. "Have to hold still, Iz," he chuckled, working the heel free. The soft snapping sound that followed made her groan. The heel had broken. She wasn't surprised, just disappointed; they had been her favorites. "There. You're lose."
"My poor shoe," she said miserably, reaching down to tug off first the broken shoe and then the other. She stared at them for a moment, and then strode to the garbage can at the end of the walk. She dropped them unceremoniously in, and then turned back to Alex. He had followed her, a knowing grin on his face. "We still aren't going to do anything."
"Give me one good reason…and not our mom's either."
"Easy," Izzie smiled sweetly, "I still think you're an ass." There was a playful note to her tone that took the sting out of the words. She laughed when he ignored her ass remark and tugged her close once more. She didn't resist, there really was no point. She melted against him, leaning into the kiss.
The sound of some one clearing their throat broke them apart. They moved even further apart when they caught sight of the smug smiles that both their mothers wore.