A/N: For the prompt perfume, from the livejournal community tamingthemuse. Set during the graphic novel Blood Work, prior to the start of the main series, when Ivy and Rachel first become partners.

Rachel's witchy redwood scent was a drug, and I was already becoming an addict. She was wearing black leather, which seemed to be her standard uniform, and I could smell her skin, sweat-slick against the mini skirt. Her cheap perfume did nothing to mask the delicious scent of her.

"Come on, Tamwood. Let's go get the bad guy." Rachel grinned and flashed her flat white teeth at me. I showed her my vamp canines before I could think better of it.

She laughed. So damn fearless.

"If you think you can keep up," I teased.

"I'm not useless," she snapped, glaring up into my face. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

Irritation prickled through the air, drowning me in a fresh wave of endorphin-laced redwood. Fuck. My pulse went jagged. I leaned in, opening my mouth to breathe in her scent. "And what exactly are you good for, little witch?"

Her pulse beat fast beneath the perfectly smooth skin, just beneath the surface of that perfectly smooth skin. I shivered, and ran my tongue down to the sharp point of one fang. They were fully extended now, razor sharp, and would slide in gentle as a lover. She'd barely feel the bite.

Oh god.

"Um, Ivy?"

Another shiver, and she took a half step back. Her skin went pale, like cream, and her eyes were wide with fear. I shook with the effort not to take her and drink deep.

"Tamwood," she said. "Snap out of it. I'm not your blood whore."

The image didn't help at all, and I darted my hand out to seize her wrist. "Oh, but you wanted to be useful." I brought her hand up to my face, closing my eyes to savor her. This close, her blood was a powerful lure, rich wine laced with the earthy aroma of redwood.

Electricity cracked into my chest and I went flying. I thwacked into the brick wall of the alley, hard enough to snap me out of the blood haze. I slid down into a heap, gasping for breath as I tried to get a hold of myself.

"Interesting," I said. Voice cool as I could manage. "Not bad, in a pinch."

"Not bad?" she echoed, disbelieving.

I got up, making a production of dusting off my pants. The alley reeked of emotion, and my eyes had to still be full on black. "You might not be completely useless."

"A test? That was a fucking test?"

I strode out of the alley toward my bike, enjoying the heat of her anger at my back. "Relax, Morgan. You passed."

I sensed something whizzing towards me and stepped sideways as the beer can flew past. I grinned, as she muttered curses about vamp reflexes, and made it to the bike before she'd run out of invectives.

"See you back at the office," I called out, as I climbed on and clicked the kickstand into place with the heel of one boot.

This was going to be fun.