-1It was sex. Just sex. It didn't mean anything. Just two people filling a physical need. That was it. That was all last night had been. Just Alex and her filling a physical need. Taking a deep breath, Izzie lets it out slowly. No need to panic. No need to worry that it would or wouldn't lead to something more.

The bed shifts as Alex rolls closer to her. She can feel his warm naked body pressed along the side of her only equally naked body. She could also feel the hardness of his erection against her thigh. Gritting her teeth, Izzie tries to think of something, anything, that didn't involve sex. Nothing worked. It all came back to Alex's hard cock and the fact that she could feel herself getting wetter by the minute. Traitor, she fumes when the ache starts to become more than she bear.

He moves again, one arm snaking over her mid section. His hand moves higher, cupping her breast. She presses her lips together, trying to keep herself from making any sounds when his fingers start to toy with her already pebble hard nipple. Slowly turning her head, her dark chocolate eyes collide with his warm hazel ones. Bastard. He was awake.

"About last night," she starts only to have him press a finger to her lips. They had a rule. No kissing in the morning. At least no mouth on mouth kissing until after teeth were brushed. Nothing like morning breath to kill the mood. Although, she wasn't sure anything to kill the mood this morning.

Alex grazes his hands down her body, caressing her hips. He tightens his hold a bit more when he rolls onto his back, taking her with him. Taking the hint, she straddles him. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure as he thrusts up and into her. She rocks her hips, taking him further in.

"Izzie!" The door flies open, bringing a frazzled Meredith with it. Izzie froze, as did Alex. "Oh!" Meredith turns her back. "I'm not going to take up to much of your time. I just…I think I made out with Cristina last night. She doesn't seem to have any clue…and I don't want to ask George…so if one of you could…Yeah. Gonna go now." The door shut as quickly as it had opened.

"Did that kill it for you?" Alex looks up at her, one eyebrow cocked.

Izzie tilts her head to the side. "Strangely enough, no." To prove her point, she rotates her hips, earning a moan from the man beneath her. Smiling, she does it again. "Alex?"

"Yeah," he groans, lifting his hips to thrust into her a bit more.

"This is just sex, right? I mean…that's all we're doing here? Having sex?" He slams into her harder. She falls forward a bit, her fingers splayed across his chest, balancing herself as he thrusts into her again.

"Iz…" Alex slows the pace a bit, teasing in and out of her. "What does it matter?"

"It doesn't" she insists, moving her body faster in an attempt to get him to speed back up. She needed release, not sweetness. Fuck sweetness. Give her a screaming orgasm. "Okay, maybe it does."

"If it matters then it isn't just sex."

Izzie gasps as he maneuvers them until he is on top. She doesn't stop to think about what he had said. About it meaning something. She was to busy moaning in release.