Title: TasteNotes: Written for femslash100100(zeroes table, prompt 066 "Taste"). See the full table here. Also available on AO3

When Rose had convinced Lissa to flee the academy, she hadn’t fully thought it through. Mainly, she hadn’t thought about the fact that Lissa would need access to blood on a regular basis when there were no feeders.

So now here they were, three days gone from St. Vladimir's without Lissa having fed on blood at all during that time. And when Rose saw how pale and weak Lissa was getting, she knew what had to be done.

Lissa was sitting on the hotel room bed, and Rose knelt in front of her. “We have no other choice” she said, for once wishing she’d had Lissa’s ability to get people to do what she wanted. The blonde was struggling to accept Rose’s proposal. “You’re starving and there are no feeders here.” She tilted her head to one side, exposing her neck.

After a moment, Lissa sank her fangs into Rose’s neck. Rose’s blood didn’t taste any different than human blood at the academy did, but Lissa was so hungry that it was the best feeding she’d ever had.

Rose, for her part, was experiencing a rush from being fed upon. She knew, of course, that when Moroi fed it inducted a high in the feeder. But she’d never expected to feel that high firsthand.

After a few minutes, Lissa retracted her fangs and pulled back from Rose’s neck. “Thank you” she said, color returning to her cheeks and her eyes becoming more focused.

Rose was too far gone to reply.