ii. chocolate [ i.s. ]
⬇ trigger warning ⬇
mention of death, mild language
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❛ chocolate-laced kissed ❜
izzie stevens
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Dropping your backpack with a loud thud, you scratched your forehead and sighed. You had just finished a 14-hour shift, scrubbed in on three surgeries with Dr. Burke, and lost one of the patients to a clot in the lungs. The surgery was an easy fix, but neither you nor Burke predicted that a clot would be the thing that took a mother away from her three little boys.
Once you stepped inside the house owned by Meredith Grey, a fellow surgical intern, you allowed your body to relax. You weren't scheduled to go back into Seattle Grace Hospital until the following night, but only the Lord knows what cases would arise while you were off.
The smell of chocolate wrapped around you as you kicked off your uncomfortable-as-hell boots and slipped off the faux leather jacket that hung from your arms. It was a scent that managed to make you forget about the tears that were shed while driving home and the words that were exchanged between you and Burke.
Your name was called out from the kitchen by your girlfriend, Izzie Stevens.
Be it you worked together at the hospital, some drama followed you wherever you went, but you tried your best to keep the love alive and make time for one another. "Hey, Iz," you greeted. "I'm finally here."
An echo of laughter was left in the wake of your words as you walked into the kitchen. The love of your life was taking a chocolate cake out of the oven, clad in one of your oversized sweatshirts from college. Since she had been home for a while, her face was bare of makeup and her hair was pinned up -- but she never looked more beautiful in your eyes. Whether it was when she was baking or in the OR, when she was in her element, you couldn't keep your eyes off of her.
It drove Bailey crazy when you couldn't stop looking over at her, but you couldn't help yourself. You were in love with Isobel Stevens.
Izzie quickly noticed your eyes on her but playfully rolled her eyes as a response to it. "What?" A smile was on her lips -- one so big that you swore you could feel your heart swell up. "Do I have frosting on my face?"
You shook your head, a smile slowly etching its way onto your face. The hurt that you felt just minutes before -- the ache, the shock -- disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was as if you never went to work that day, and the only thing that mattered was the gorgeous blonde in front of you.
"Have you been home all day? I didn't see you at the hospital," you observed. Since your day was hazardous, you didn't eat lunch with your friends and just spent all of your free time away from Burke in the library, where you researched some diagnoses.
She smiled when you walked behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist, nuzzling your nose into the skin on her neck. You felt her lean to the side and pick up a couple of forks so you could both eat the cake that she had set to cool.
"No," she answered. "Since George refused to pick up tampons -- again -- I got some groceries when I went to the store. I swear you and I are the only ones that go to the store when we're not working."
You chuckled as you spun her around and kissed her softly. "I missed you."
When you were with her, everything was effortless -- such as the words that slipped off your tongue. Since that first day of your internship, you knew that she was the woman you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Having kids, eating breakfasts as a family, and living on a farm in the middle of butt-crack nowhere -- you wanted all of it with her.
Another smile grew on her lips as she opened her eyes and rested her forehead on your shoulder. "I missed you, too," she confessed. "Now -- let's eat this cake before Mere and George get home." Izzie laughed as she shoved some pajamas in your hands and pushed you towards the bathroom. "Change and get on that couch, stat."
"Yes, doctor." You kissed her again and smiled.
Two hours later, after watching four episodes of a rom-com that you had never even heard of before, Izzie's head was resting on your shoulder again. The cake was half-eaten -- not cut into slices, but stabbed into with forks -- and dozens of chocolate-laced kisses had been shared. If you had known any better, you would have said that this night was just what you needed after the day you had.
But the only thing you needed after a day like this one -- it was her.
Even when George and Meredith barged into the house at 4 a.m., drunk like you wouldn't believe, with Derek Shepherd trailing behind them, nothing could have ruined that moment.
Izzie was the only thing you could think about.
With a small bit of chocolate stuck in the corner of her lips and her laughing like a maniac at your solution -- simply licking it off yourself -- only one thought swarmed your thoughts.
"Marry me."
Izzie quickly looked away from the scene playing on the TV, her eyes wide. "What?"
You took a breath so you could think about what to say. "I'm all in this with you, Iz. I want the big house with a dog and a white picket fence. God, I- I want the family that I know you dream of having all the time -- even when you assure me it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if you couldn't have it. I want you to be my wife, Izzie, 'cause you are the love of my life."
Even as you continued rambling about what life you could live and how much you would give to prove your love to her, Izzie cut you off with a kiss. And once her lips left yours, you hesitantly opened your eyes and asked: "Is that... Is that a yes?"
She nodded with a smile as bright as can be and tears shining in her eyes. "Yes," she said. "Oh, my god! Yes!"