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madwomanwithaboxTitle: Be It Ever So Humble
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Denny/Izzie
Rating: NC-17 for smut
Het/Slash/Both: Het
Warning: Spoilers for end of Season Two, AU version
Timeline: After S2 finale
A/N: Done for Medie's Porn Battle (prompt: first time), and will not be the only fic I write for this little foofooraw. Unbeta'd, so all mistakes and general suckiness are mine alone.
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heartisbruised and lollobrigida...and for all the Jeffrey Dean Morgan/GA fans on my flist. SHONDA, GO AWAY OR I SHALL TAUNT YOU A SECOND TIME FOR WHAT YOU DID TO DENNY! *nods* ;p
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“Well, here we are…home sweet—DENNY!”
A soft giggle rang out in the usually quiet interior of Denny’s apartment as he backed Izzie against the coat closet, shutting the door with his foot, relishing the sudden drop of his bag from her hand. “Well? You promised me lots of sex. I’m home…time to pay up.”
“Denny, I said when you were *well!*” Izzie squealed, her giggles subsiding as he leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep. He found himself enjoying the fact that, while protesting, she didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss herself, drawing his tongue into her mouth as hers explored his greedily.
“Okay, so I promise…no orgasms ‘til I’m stronger.” He smirked, running one hand along her side and around to find the hem of her shirt. Slipping one finger beneath it, he slowly trailed his index finger along the soft, bare skin just above the waist of her jeans. “Don’t mean you can’t.”
“Denny, you are not…oh, please, not now!” she laughed, hiding her head against his chest for a moment. “Not here!”
Denny ignored her protests, burying his head against her neck to kiss and lick at her skin, loving the sweet, soapy taste of her. “Take a wild guess how long it’s been since I been with a woman.”
“Mmm…don’t want to…but I’m still not doing…well…*anything* in your *foyer*, Denny!”
“Not since six weeks ‘fore I got diagnosed.” He declared, bending to nuzzle her chest after hiking up her shirt, favoring the swell of her breasts with a few gentle kisses and teasing nips.
That seemed to give Izzie pause. “Are you *serious?* That’s…mmm…that’s…will you *stop?*”
“Nope.”
“*Denny!*”
“That’s m’name,” he smirked, dropping to his knees as he worked at the fly of her jeans, “don’t wear it out.”
“Denny, I’m not doing this!” she laughed, putting up only a token struggle to get away. “I mean it! I’m….ooh…I’m not letting you…”
”If you can say it, I won’t do it.” He grinned, sliding her jeans down before hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, drawing them down slowly.
“You are a dirty little pervert and I take back every compliment I ever paid you!”
“Smile when you say that, Sexy.” He teased, hands running over her bare legs as he nipped and kissed at the soft skin of her inner thigh, slowly working his way up.
“I wish I *weren’t* smiling…Denny…Denny!...oh, Denny…oh my God…”
He could feel himself getting hard just listening to her moans, and that alone was worth it…for too long, he’d been too damn sick, too damn *exhausted* in body and soul to get excited even by a girl like Izzie. But now he was well…well and alive and in love with the beautiful blonde above him, running her fingers through his hair now and holding tight instead of trying to push him away anymore, hips moving in time with his tongue as he alternated between teasing her and delving into her center until he finally felt her tense and spasm, clutching at his head and shoulders as she came with a harsh cry that was music in his ears.
Vital. Alive. *His.*
“Okay…so I give back ten percent of every compliment I ever paid you.” Izzie finally sighed, slowly slipping towards the ground, until Denny rose and caught her, helping her with her clothes. “But you’re still a dirty little pervert.”
“Darlin’, ain’t nothin’ little about me.” he chuckled, nuzzling the top of her head.
“Yeah, well we’ll see. Bed. Now.”
“Thought I wasn’t well enough yet.”
“I lied. *Move.*”
Denny could only laugh out loud…because for once? He was more than happy to obey the doctor’s orders.
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Denny/Izzie
Rating: NC-17 for smut
Het/Slash/Both: Het
Warning: Spoilers for end of Season Two, AU version
Timeline: After S2 finale
A/N: Done for Medie's Porn Battle (prompt: first time), and will not be the only fic I write for this little foofooraw. Unbeta'd, so all mistakes and general suckiness are mine alone.
For my Denny/Izzie crew,
heartisbruised and lollobrigida...and for all the Jeffrey Dean Morgan/GA fans on my flist. SHONDA, GO AWAY OR I SHALL TAUNT YOU A SECOND TIME FOR WHAT YOU DID TO DENNY! *nods* ;p* * * * *
“Well, here we are…home sweet—DENNY!”
A soft giggle rang out in the usually quiet interior of Denny’s apartment as he backed Izzie against the coat closet, shutting the door with his foot, relishing the sudden drop of his bag from her hand. “Well? You promised me lots of sex. I’m home…time to pay up.”
“Denny, I said when you were *well!*” Izzie squealed, her giggles subsiding as he leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep. He found himself enjoying the fact that, while protesting, she didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss herself, drawing his tongue into her mouth as hers explored his greedily.
“Okay, so I promise…no orgasms ‘til I’m stronger.” He smirked, running one hand along her side and around to find the hem of her shirt. Slipping one finger beneath it, he slowly trailed his index finger along the soft, bare skin just above the waist of her jeans. “Don’t mean you can’t.”
“Denny, you are not…oh, please, not now!” she laughed, hiding her head against his chest for a moment. “Not here!”
Denny ignored her protests, burying his head against her neck to kiss and lick at her skin, loving the sweet, soapy taste of her. “Take a wild guess how long it’s been since I been with a woman.”
“Mmm…don’t want to…but I’m still not doing…well…*anything* in your *foyer*, Denny!”
“Not since six weeks ‘fore I got diagnosed.” He declared, bending to nuzzle her chest after hiking up her shirt, favoring the swell of her breasts with a few gentle kisses and teasing nips.
That seemed to give Izzie pause. “Are you *serious?* That’s…mmm…that’s…will you *stop?*”
“Nope.”
“*Denny!*”
“That’s m’name,” he smirked, dropping to his knees as he worked at the fly of her jeans, “don’t wear it out.”
“Denny, I’m not doing this!” she laughed, putting up only a token struggle to get away. “I mean it! I’m….ooh…I’m not letting you…”
”If you can say it, I won’t do it.” He grinned, sliding her jeans down before hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, drawing them down slowly.
“You are a dirty little pervert and I take back every compliment I ever paid you!”
“Smile when you say that, Sexy.” He teased, hands running over her bare legs as he nipped and kissed at the soft skin of her inner thigh, slowly working his way up.
“I wish I *weren’t* smiling…Denny…Denny!...oh, Denny…oh my God…”
He could feel himself getting hard just listening to her moans, and that alone was worth it…for too long, he’d been too damn sick, too damn *exhausted* in body and soul to get excited even by a girl like Izzie. But now he was well…well and alive and in love with the beautiful blonde above him, running her fingers through his hair now and holding tight instead of trying to push him away anymore, hips moving in time with his tongue as he alternated between teasing her and delving into her center until he finally felt her tense and spasm, clutching at his head and shoulders as she came with a harsh cry that was music in his ears.
Vital. Alive. *His.*
“Okay…so I give back ten percent of every compliment I ever paid you.” Izzie finally sighed, slowly slipping towards the ground, until Denny rose and caught her, helping her with her clothes. “But you’re still a dirty little pervert.”
“Darlin’, ain’t nothin’ little about me.” he chuckled, nuzzling the top of her head.
“Yeah, well we’ll see. Bed. Now.”
“Thought I wasn’t well enough yet.”
“I lied. *Move.*”
Denny could only laugh out loud…because for once? He was more than happy to obey the doctor’s orders.
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Date: 2006-09-25 03:00 am (UTC)WHEEEE my izzie says he needs to tell her to back her bags and get her cute butt to his place already. KTHX.
AND WHY AM I LOGGED INAS FAITH STILL!!!!!!!
*uses the daddy icon anyway*
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Date: 2006-09-25 03:02 am (UTC)And he would, but Kate STILL WILL NOT SHUT UP ZOMGZ SHE'S SUCH A SLUT FOR LINCOLN IN MY HEAD. HA!!!
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Date: 2006-09-25 03:13 am (UTC)TELL KATE THAT IF IZZIE DOES NOT HEAR FROM DENNY SOON SHE'S GOING TO TAKE ALL HER SURGICAL SKILLS TO LINCOLN AND THERE MIGHT NOT BE MUCH OF HIM LEFT TO ABUSE!!!!
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Date: 2006-09-25 03:13 am (UTC)You should, um. Definitely write more like this. ;)
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Date: 2006-09-25 05:40 pm (UTC)Seriously, that's the perfect antidote against my weekly fits of "Why, oh why! Denny!" Thinking about it still gets me all teary.
And I thought I've friended you already...*goes to fix this*
:)
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Date: 2006-09-25 06:58 pm (UTC)Just perfect *sighs*
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Date: 2006-09-27 06:22 pm (UTC)Glad you dug it, as are my muses. Hee!
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Date: 2006-09-25 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 06:18 pm (UTC)Thanks again, and I'm glad you liked it!