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waltzmatildahTitle: Shed your skin and let's get started...
Rating: light R for mentions of sexual situations.
Pairing: Alex/Izzie
Word Count: 475
Prompt(s): Photo Booth
Alex's voice cuts through the still dark. It is husky and low and sends a shiver across Izzie's bare skin.
“Favourite surgery?”
It is a game they have fallen into playing most nights lately. A belated 'lets get to know each other' under a veil of darkness. Izzie fiddles at the band of gold around her ring finger and grins to herself.
“Boring question, you know all that stuff already... ask me what you really wanna know...”
Alex's eyes open then, widen just a little at the invitation. The last six months have been harrowing and gut wrenching and terrifying and they are only just beginning to settle into the whole husband and wife thing, both a little cautious and unsure of what is expected... of what to expect.
“Okay...” he nods, rolling to his side so he can watch her response in the glow of moonlight seeping through badly closed curtains. It is a rare, clear night outside and as the pale yellow lights a halo of blonde hair on the pillow next to him, he is absurdly grateful for it.
“Most public sex you've ever had?”
His question is met with a snort and a huff, but her eyes light up and he can see that she is secretly pleased.
“I knew it! You are such a guy!”
“And you are such a girl, I bet you've never even had public sex.”
That has her sitting up, has the covers hitting the floor just seconds before she is straddling his chest.
“Oh, really? Is that what you think?”
He nods and grins and takes a second to thank every lucky star he's ever walked under for this moment, right here.
“Well, there was the library during my third year of med. school, who was that with?” Izzie takes a moment to reflect before announcing it was Greg Clifford and it was amazing, quiet but amazing.
Alex inhales, prepares to respond, is cut off unceremoniously.
“Then there was Brian Fitzgerald, we got busy...” Alex snorts... “Shut up! You asked! We got busy in Hyde Park in London when I was there for a shoot once, I think the squirrels watched. It was kind of creepy actually.”
She tilts her head to the side a little, as though the angle will sharpen the memories.
“Then there was Ettienne Benoit, a french model. We did it in a photo booth at Disney World...”
Alex's fingers clamp around her shoulders as he rolls her to the side and launches off the bed, trips through the tangle of covers and clothing on the floor and reaches for something just out of Izzie's sight.
“What are you doing?”
He pauses and blinks, black singlet tangled around broad shoulders, and looks down at her with bright eyes and a lopsided grin.
“I think there's a photo booth at the Space Needle...”
Rating: light R for mentions of sexual situations.
Pairing: Alex/Izzie
Word Count: 475
Prompt(s): Photo Booth
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
-Alex's voice cuts through the still dark. It is husky and low and sends a shiver across Izzie's bare skin.
“Favourite surgery?”
It is a game they have fallen into playing most nights lately. A belated 'lets get to know each other' under a veil of darkness. Izzie fiddles at the band of gold around her ring finger and grins to herself.
“Boring question, you know all that stuff already... ask me what you really wanna know...”
Alex's eyes open then, widen just a little at the invitation. The last six months have been harrowing and gut wrenching and terrifying and they are only just beginning to settle into the whole husband and wife thing, both a little cautious and unsure of what is expected... of what to expect.
“Okay...” he nods, rolling to his side so he can watch her response in the glow of moonlight seeping through badly closed curtains. It is a rare, clear night outside and as the pale yellow lights a halo of blonde hair on the pillow next to him, he is absurdly grateful for it.
“Most public sex you've ever had?”
His question is met with a snort and a huff, but her eyes light up and he can see that she is secretly pleased.
“I knew it! You are such a guy!”
“And you are such a girl, I bet you've never even had public sex.”
That has her sitting up, has the covers hitting the floor just seconds before she is straddling his chest.
“Oh, really? Is that what you think?”
He nods and grins and takes a second to thank every lucky star he's ever walked under for this moment, right here.
“Well, there was the library during my third year of med. school, who was that with?” Izzie takes a moment to reflect before announcing it was Greg Clifford and it was amazing, quiet but amazing.
Alex inhales, prepares to respond, is cut off unceremoniously.
“Then there was Brian Fitzgerald, we got busy...” Alex snorts... “Shut up! You asked! We got busy in Hyde Park in London when I was there for a shoot once, I think the squirrels watched. It was kind of creepy actually.”
She tilts her head to the side a little, as though the angle will sharpen the memories.
“Then there was Ettienne Benoit, a french model. We did it in a photo booth at Disney World...”
Alex's fingers clamp around her shoulders as he rolls her to the side and launches off the bed, trips through the tangle of covers and clothing on the floor and reaches for something just out of Izzie's sight.
“What are you doing?”
He pauses and blinks, black singlet tangled around broad shoulders, and looks down at her with bright eyes and a lopsided grin.
“I think there's a photo booth at the Space Needle...”
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