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"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb," Hope's fangs peeked through her lips as she leaned into the blonde. Lizzie titled forward, breath mingling as she struggled to hold herself back from kissing her.
"What a dumb lamb," Lizzie giggled, no longer bothered with her previous attempts. She just wanted her. And she knew damn well that Hope had to control herself around her.
"What a sick, masochistic lion," The tribrid replied, leaning back and looking down at her lips. Her hands came up to cup the heretic's face so gently Lizzie almost forgot how strong she actually was.
Hope leaned in and Lizzie closed her eyes, if she stood still enough, maybe she'd finally kiss her. Hot breath fanned her lips, as Lizzie held her own.
But when she opened her eyes, she was gone.
"Son of a bitch!" Lizzie shouted to nobody in particular.
One of these days she would sneak through the cracks of Hope Mikaelson's iron clad walls, she was sure of it.
She just needed patience, something the blonde unfortunately lacked.