"Oh, I like her."

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"Oh, I like her."
Let's talk about the woman. Someone killed four of my men today. I'm assuming it was her. I want her, Lark. And you're gonna bring her to me.
Didn't she put a price on your head in Paris? She did indeed. We... worked it out.
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by teeth and tongue by Klaroline for soulswordlesbian
Ship: Alanna Mitsopolis/Ilsa Faust
Rating: E
Word Count: 4,180
Tags: AU - Vampires, Vampire!Alanna, Flirting, Biting, Blood, Blood Drinking, Finger Sucking, First Time w/ Each Other, Grinding, Oral Sex, Hair Pulling, Clothed Masturbation, Alanna POV, Smut, PWP, Forced Proximity
Summary:
"They're quite sharp," is all Ilsa says, still frustratingly calm and steady, before she lets the second finger be pricked as well. Blood beads on her skin and stains Alanna's tongue.
It's not very easy to feed when you're trapped in a safehouse. Or, Alanna is hungry and Ilsa generously offers a solution.
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split my skin / make you mine by Klaroline
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,689
Summary:
"Does that feel good, darling?" Alanna mocks, meeting Ilsa's furiously cold eyes. She grips Ilsa's jaw, fingers denting her soft cheeks. "Shall we go again?" Alanna doesn't intend for Ilsa to become more than a passing face in her hunt for John Lark's true identity, but there is something undeniably enthralling about her. And it's not just the jawline.
A low groan cuts through the air. Just a small, presumably involuntary sound that makes Alanna's mouth curve into a cruel smile.
"Does that feel good, darling?" Alanna mocks, meeting Ilsa's furiously cold eyes.
"Use your words," she urges and continues studying Ilsa's features intently, the clenched jaw and flushed cheeks. Beautiful.
"You know what to say to make it stop."
Ilsa remains quiet, and Alanna pouts. "I take it that's a no."
She grips Ilsa's jaw, fingers denting her soft cheeks. "Shall we go again?"
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