Title: Misplaced
Fandom: Grey's Antomy
Pairing: Izzie/Olivia
Rating: PG
Prompt: "strawberries" for
violetionWords: 150
"It's not strawberry blonde." Olivia holds a piece of hair in front her eyes, maybe checking for split ends, maybe just bored. "Some people call it that, but it's actually not."
Better strawberry blonde than dumb blonde, Izzie thinks. The last thing she cares about is Olivia's hair.
"So what do you call it, then?" she asks anyway, lips brushing the skin of Olivia's abdomen and not really listening to the answer.
She doesn't need another friend, she just needs. This, maybe. And Olivia must get something out of it too, even with all the neediness and the not caring. Something about this must do her some good, somehow. Izzie hopes so, anyway.
Olivia stops playing with her hair, then, and her hands come to rest softly, one on Izzie's head, one on her shoulder. Izzie presses her ear to Olivia's chest, listening to her heart. So. It's almost okay.