A/n: Thanks for the reviews, everyone. :D They are much loved! This one is sort of a random idea that popped into my head at this prompt. It's fun to think about if pretty AU. Enjoy!

Muse

(No idea. AUish. For fun.)

One day she barged into his room late at night without knocking to ask if he had an extra toothbrush she could borrow as she couldn't find hers or his usual one.

"Hey George – "

"Izzie!" he gasped and moved faster then she'd ever seen him move, tossing clothes into his desk and throwing what she thought was an easel to the floor. "Geez! Knock!"

She blinked in surprise at his terrified expression. "Sorry… is everything… ok? Was that an easel?"

As she leaned slightly to get a better look, he blocked her view subtly. "What, um, what did you need?"

"A toothbrush."

"Use Meredith's."

She smirked. "I'll use Meredith's if you show me what you just hid."

He colored. "Mine's in the Crest toothpaste box on the right top shelf of the medicine cabinet."

She stared at him. She knew exactly how much he hated it when she used his toothbrush so whatever he was keeping from her had to be extremely important or extremely embarrassing or both – and now she was dying to know what it was.

"Okay, now I have to know."

She dodged past him and jumped across the bed giggling as he protested and tried to stop her. There were a few moments of tackling and tickling until she managed to break-free of his grip and made it to what indeed was a small easel. She snatched it up and turned it over to look at it before he could stop her.

Her breath caught in her throat. On the easel were several pictures of her and in the middle, a tentative but obviously well done pencil sketch. She thought she'd known everything there was to know about George, but had had no idea he could draw, let alone draw well. She finally managed to say as much as he fidgeted nervously beside her.

"I… well… I didn't used to. I only started some time after we got together." He shrugged. "I really only do it when I feel, um, inspired." He mumbled, twisting his hands in embarrassment. "Look, I… Iz, I'm sorry, I… it's weird, I shouldn't – "

"So I'm your muse?" she faced him smiling, which instantly relaxed him.

"You're not mad or creeped out that I've been drawing you?"

"Maybe if it was a hideous representation."

"You think it's good?"

"I think it's amazing. You're amazing." She smiled warmly at him. "And I'm happy to be your muse anytime." She took a moment to kiss him long and sensually before pulling away just slightly to whisper, "But I really do need a toothbrush."

George groaned.

As Izzie exited his room, she commented for what was probably the thousandth time that they were dating and kissing for pity sake, so what was the big deal if she used his toothbrush? They exchanged spit all the time! George didn't hear her though and didn't offer his usual rebuttal about how a toothbrush was sacred and very personal, as he was busy looking at his sketch and thinking,

She thinks it's amazing.

A/n: Hehe... I just love the idea of George being good at drawing Izzie. :D Thanks for reading - reviews are brillaint stars in my sky! (And I'm cheesy. It happens. :P)