-1Chapter 20
"Hey." I say as I flip open the phone. "I was just thinking about you."
"Are you having a good time?"
"Uh…I'm actually back at the hotel."
"It's only eleven thirty."
"Yeah."
"Oh, I tried calling Mark but it went straight to voice mail. Was he having a good time?"
"Iz…"
"Oh god Alex I'm sorry…..I thought you'd still be out, I didn't wake up Kelly did I?"
"No…Kelly's gone. I broke up with her."
"Alex are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be alright."
"I'm coming over."
"Izzie, you don't have to, besides I think Mark might come see you tonight so you better just stay there."
"Oh…well okay but call me if you need to talk."
"Listen I promise I'll call you in the morning, I have a lot to tell you anyway."
"Is it anything bad?"
"No, I promise."
"Okay then, goodnight Alex."
"Goodnight."
I closed the phone and set it back on the bedside table. I really wanted to tell her about what happened at the bar, but I was hoping that Sloan would just take my advice and go to Meredith's. Izzie was probably shaving her legs right now so they could have hot sex…god that makes me want to puke!
I reach for the remote and turn on the television, pressing the volume button up until loud noises fill the room. I hope it takes my mind off Izzie and Sloan. I spend the next hour or so watching a movie. I toss and turn in the bed, having trouble falling asleep so I climb out from underneath the covers and walk to the bathroom. I reach in and turn the knob on in the shower; while I wait for the hot water I shave the stubble off my face and strip my clothes off.
The hot spray of water is relaxing against my aching muscles; I hadn't realized just how tense I was. I squirt the shampoo in my hand and scrub it into my hair. I reach out into the bathroom and grab the wash cloth off the towel rack. After washing, I rinse myself of the soap. As I turn the water off I can hear a soft knocking on the door of my hotel room. I slip the larger towel off the rack and wrap it around my waist, ignoring the dripping water from the rest of my body I hurry to the door. I wonder who would be knocking at this hour. I pull open the door and am slightly shocked at what I see, it's Izzie. Her long coat is buttoned tightly all the way to the top where the materiel rubs against her chin. She is standing there with a smile on her face that soon disappears. Her eyes wander over my wet towel clad body and she bites at her lip nervously.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" I ask.
"Mark never showed up so I thought I would come here, he's not in his room so he must still be out."
"Yeah, probably." That fucking asshole! "Do you want to come in?"
"Sure….I wasn't sure if you would still be up or not. I thought while I was here I would check on you."
She walks into the dark room and I close the door behind her, snapping on the light as I do.
"Here let me take your coat."
"No, that's okay I'm a little cold."
"Oh, okay…do you want to sit?"
"Yeah."
She sits on the edge of the bed and even though I am at least a foot way from her, I suddenly feel like we are too close for comfort for the amount of clothes I am wearing. I take a few steps back and she looks at me curiously. I can feel a sudden rush of heat soaring through my body; it must be a hundred degrees in here.
"Are you sure you don't want to take your coat off? It's really hot in here." I say.
She looks to the floor, her cheeks turning bright red.
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"You can't tell me you're not hot. I can see you are, just take the coat off."
She rolls her eyes at me and stands, unbuttoning the coat.
"Fine, but don't laugh!"
"Why would I…." She pulls open the coat, my mouth drops open and I swallow hard. The last thing I'm thinking about is laughing. The small nurse's outfit stretches tightly over her body, the red top cutting so low against her breasts that I swear I can see the top of her nipple peaking out. The white skirt barley covers her, the hem resting at the very top of her thighs. Her stomach is exposed and her tanned skin is glistening in the light. Her stethoscope hangs from her neck. "….laugh?" The last part comes out a little breathlessly, I hope she doesn't notice.
"Do you have a shirt and maybe a pair of sweat pants I could borrow?" I'm sure she must've just asked me for something but I am still lost in my fantasy about naughty nurse Izzie to answer. "Alex?"
"Uh…yeah sorry." I walk to the small dresser and find her a t-shirt and a pair of drawstring pants, grabbing myself a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
"Here, you can change out here. I'll just be in there." I hand her the clothes and cross the floor to the bathroom.
"Thank you." I hear her say before I close the door behind me.
I undo the towel from my waist, freeing my erection. I turn the cold water of the shower on and step in until my raging hard on goes away. I wipe the water from my body and get dressed.
She is again sitting on the edge of bed as I walk into the room.
"Sorry about the cold shower." Shit, she heard the water running.
"It's okay." I say a little embarrassed.
I sit down on the bed, trying to keep my distance.
"Do you want to tell me what happened with Kelly?"
"No, there's not really much to tell. I do want to tell you about something else."
"What is it?"
"I quit my job today."
"Why?"
"I went by the hospital and spoke to Shepard; he offered me a job here at Seattle Grace."
Her face lit up instantly.
"And your going to take it?" she asks me anxiously.
"Yes, I took it. I'm moving back to Seattle."
Before I knew what was happening she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. The kiss was next, it was a simple kiss on the lips but it was enough to make us both jump apart quickly.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…"
I interrupt her before she can finish.
"No, it's okay. " After a few minutes of awkward silence, I tried to lighten the mood. "Maybe you should put the naughty nurse's uniform back on; if we're going to sit in awkward silence at least I would have something sexy to look at." I smirk at her and she smiles as she whacks me in the arm.
"Jerk."
"If I knew you were going to be wearing that I would've let you come over hours ago."
"I was trying to surprise Mark."
"I don't suppose I could get a sponge bath? "
"Shut up! " Her laugh makes me smile and suddenly the tension is gone.
"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" I ask.
"Yeah, that sounds good."
I flip through the channels and the only movie on is a low budget horror that I have seen a hundred times.
She moves to the head of the bed, scrunching a pillow up in her lap and leaning back on the other one. I stay where I am, not wanting to push anything but she pats the spot on the bed next to her.
"Can you please sit with me? I hate these movies."
Thinking it over I decide that I can control myself, I would have to. I sit next to her, staying above the covers and focusing on the really bad movie in front of us.
She squeals and hugs the pillow in her lap as the killer on the small screen claims his first victim. I have to laugh at this, she is a surgeon who cuts people open everyday yet a little blood and gore from this awful movie makes her squeal.
"What are you laughing at?" She asks me.
"Nothing." I smile.
I once again focus on the movie, my eyes are heavy and I am soon struggling to stay awake. I look over at her to find she is sleeping soundly, clutching the pillow in her arms. I reach down and grab the blanket at the end of the bed and pull it over her, she stirs lightly and I climb under the covers of the bed before drifting into a deep sleep.