5 comments/ 18624 views/ 22 favorites Tattoed Passion By: nikki13 Julian Alesander Sala sat down heavily at the bar. He was joined by his best friend who had agreed to listen to his rants after a recent break-up. "I mean, I was the perfect boyfriend this time around. I didn't cheat, I paid attend to her needs and I bought her things she hinted at. God, I can't believe I was so stupid!" Jules stopped sulking long enough to look at his friend, Mark State who was listening intently. "Yeah me neither, 'cause I told you from the start it was stupid, Jules. Plus it's not even like you really cared about her away; she was practically a booty call and that's it. Hell she wasn't not even your own booty call; you were on call for her." He paused to take a sip of his drink. "You were one of her many honey brown delights if you will. Using your body for her selfish but undeniably sexually infused charms." "Ok, you can stop now! I got it! It wasn't meant to be. But man I can't deny the enjoyment she brought me." "I bet you did. What man wouldn't enjoy a woman that could deep throat and fold herself into a human pretzel? I mean, just thinking about all the things I could've done had I won that coin toss." Mark scoffed as he shook his sadly. "So many things..." Julian's deep laughter boomed throughout the bar, causing many heads to turn towards them. "Dude! Enough! Sounds like you need a woman quick and fast!" "Whoa! Dude. Not so loud and no I don't need a woman. That's not a problem trust! I was... well I... you of all people should know what I mean." Mark blushed. ************** Jasmine Jaci looked up at the sound of laughter that could be heard over the booming music. "Shit, this can't be happening to me! Why me?!" Christie Ana looked over to her best friend with a worried look. "Damn girl what is wrong with you?" Jasmine looked down at her arm and watched as her dermoire began to glow starting from her wrist to her shoulder. Looking up at her best friend Christie Ana, Jasmine responded. "Oh, nothing just that my fucking soul mate has decided to fucking make himself known!" Chris looked down at Jasmines arm with wide eyes. "Holy shit Jas. I thought you were supposed to be a certain age before that thing started to do weird shit. I mean, you're not even twenty-five yet; you've got a month to go." "Chris, it was either making it to twenty-five by avoiding finding the other half to your whole or suffer as others before me have." Goddess why couldn't she be normal? Ever since she was little Jasmine could remember the story forecasting her life in vivid and precise telling. ********************************** Two hundred years before, her ancestor Dark Moon made a deal with Lone SheWolf, a female shaman, to marry her by the full harvest moon. In return she would insure that all his hunts went well; that he always killed swiftly and true. Trouble soon fell upon the deal when Dark Moon met Shining Star, a female from a neighboring tribe, and fell in love. Knowing he was promised to another Dark Moon went straight to Lone SheWolf to plead out of the deal but she would hear nothing of it. She expected him to follow though. In a deep, dark voice she told him if he went against her then he and his family, and generations after for that matter, would be cursed to find their true love and but never to be loved in return. To insure the curse Lone SheWolf started to chant and touched Dark Moons 'arm. A design of intertwine lovers began to grow from his wrist where she held it, up to his shoulder. Seeing the tattoo grow along his arm Dark Moon tried to fight off Lone SheWolf but she would not let go. She continued to chant until the full curse was spoken. ********************************** "Jas?" "Jazzy?" "Jasmine! Girl if you don't answer me I'm going to assume your brain dead and steal all and I do mean all your shoes." Jasmine shook off the flashback she was having and focused on her best friend or ex- bestie if she touched her shoe collection. "The hell you will and nothing better be missing when I get home either! I know you've been eye balling my wedges." "Oh, come on I had to see if you were still with me. You know I really do hate it when your eyes go all eerie and shit I feel like I'm in the twilight zone. Plus, it just makes me even more jealous of those grey eyes of yours." "Really Chris? Must you? They're just a color; you could buy your own pair." Christie looked over at her best friend and shook her head. She was so beautiful but Jasmine couldn't or wouldn't see it for herself. At 5'5" she was of average height. But that's where average stopped. With a body that's perfectly proportioned. Flawless skin of a nice golden almond color; resulting from having a father that was Navajo Indian and mother mixed with Greek and Black American. Her hair raven black with her signature purple streak and bangs hung down mid-back in flowing waves. And her eyes, the root of all jealousy, were a pale grey and when she became emotional they turned crystal clear like an icicle. From the first time she'd met Jasmine in kindergarten she'd been jealous of her eyes then too. Her eye color was actually what brought them together. Some overweight girl in the first grade was making fun of Jas calling her a freak of nature and "Jazzy the witch". Chris being the good Samaritan that she is and was then went over to help defend the skinny smaller girl. But it turns out she wasn't needed 'cause Jasmine let out a loud war cry like a banshee and jumped the other girl. It took two teachers to pull her small frame off the bigger girl. Right then and there Christie knew she would follow that girl anywhere and for the last twenty years she had. Tattoed Passion Ch. 02 Thank you everyone! "What about the one in the corner he's been grabbing his dick and winking at me for the past ten minutes? Do you think he's packing 'cause I could really use a pick me up right now." "Wait! What? What the hell Jas, you never pick up guys at the club much less some wanna be thug! What's gotten into you?" "Nothing; Chris and that's the problem and you know I would never do that. It's this damned dermoire talking its making me horny. I just wanted to see if your trifling ass was listening and you weren't!" Jasmine pouted; "Some best friend you are. I've been talking to your ass for the past five minutes and you haven't replied back to anything I've said." "Excuse you, some best friend uh, I'd like for you to find better! And to think I was reminiscing about how we met. Jas, do you know how many fake bitches I've had to tell off? Thinking they could be part of the Rizzoli & Isles duo. Huh do ya? " Jasmine couldn't hold it in any longer. She laughed so hard people started to think something was wrong with her. Some even joined in not knowing what they were laughing at just knowing that her laughter was very contagious. It was too easy to get her upset; Jasmine thought, she never catches on until the end. Wrapping her arm around Christies' neck and hugging her to herself Jasmine chuckled. "Rizzoli & Isles? Really? I always thought we were more like Beckett & Lanie but with a stronger friendship. Plus our jobs are totally different from the television shows anyway. For me, being a GBI agent is a lot more work than what's portrayed on this shows now days. " Jasmine sighed heavily; "It would be awesome if you and I could solve a case within an hour time." Christie gave her best friend slanted look. "What's with this you and I bit. You know I solve all your cases for you. Let's go dance!" Jasmine snorted and picked up her Cosmo and turned to her friend, "Bitch please, I solved those cases. All you did was give me the missing pieces, and my intellectual mind does the rest. Oh, by the way congrats on solving that missing child case with Foster. He didn't seem to have a clue about anything. I still don't understand why they hired another forensic specialist. You're the best in the state of good 'ole Georgia." "Wait!" Jasmine slammed her martini glass down and turn to Christie as her eyes took on an icy hue. "I can't believe what I am seeing. You're planning to go out on a date with Foster and you didn't think to tell me. How could you? Omg, eww you let him kiss you. Judging by that face expression you are wearing; he's a terrible kisser. News flash don't do it. Ya know I'm guessing it's because nothing intelligent ever comes out of that mouth of his." "Ok cut the crap Ms. Cleo, I get it." "It's Ms. Oracle or Seer to you! "Cleo, you damn well know that date is never going to happen." "Call me Ms. Cleo again, I'm going to put bleach in a spray bottle and go for your closet!" "I told you that jerk off asked me out two nights ago. As for my closet do it. I don't care 'cause we're the same size anyway, Cleo." Christie hopped down from her bar stool. "Come on let's go dance! And you're welcome." "Why should I thank you skank?" "For taking your mind off the dread one. Let's go, the dj is playing my song!" Christie threw over her shoulder as she headed to the dance floor. "You're so lucky I love your Blaxican ass. Jasmine hopped off her stool and strutted towards the dance floor. "Let's make these fake ass bitches mad and watch these dogs drool. ********************************************************** Sitting his glass down on the bar; Julian shook off the burn of the scotch and looked around the club. Taking in the scene made him feel his age all of twenty-eight. What a laugh, feeling ancient at twenty-eight. Chuckling dryly to his self, not long ago it was him out there dancing the night away. Trying to see which chick would be crowned the 'lucky one' that would go back to his fraternity house with him and possibly get to spend the night. In the past year or so that flaming need to prowl for the hottest girl had burnt out. Feeling dissatisfied and judging each woman made his sex life come to a halt until four months ago Carmen Villa De Lobos step into the picture. It was like a scene out of movie. The first time he'd seen her was in the lobby of the convention he was attending. She appeared at the top of the escalator in a vision of white. The dress fitted to her body like a glove and stop mid-thigh with a slit on the right side. The material was so thin you could see her perky nipples though the demi cup bra she wore. From the back it was obvious that there was no panty line of any kind. She could pass for a Sofia Vergara look- a- like. Curves for days and a mouth that could make a grown man cry out to the big man upstairs. She's every man's dream. She could cook, would listen to how your day went and rub your back as she did it and best of all she had absolutely no boundaries towards sex. The karma sutra had nothing on the inventive sex they've shared. But as fun as it all was he could never fill that void. There was always something missing, just when he thought he would have a mind shattering orgasm his body would go ice cold and leaving him feeling blue balled. Four fucking months later and he was still feeling it! Julian took another swig of scotch and snorted in disgust. Four months wasted using one of his gifts to make Carmen believe he was giving her the best fuck of the life time. Time wasted that he could've been looking for the one to return the other half of his soul. "Hey Jules come back from wherever the hell you went!" Mark nudged Julian in his side as he looked out onto the dance floor. "I got a serious question hombre. Do you have a fear of tall women?" Startled by such a weird question Julian paused and turn towards Mark. "Um..... no at least I don't think so. Then again I'm taller than most, so I'm going to have to say no. Why?" "Cause, dude I think I just developed that fear and fallen in love all at the same time!" "What?" "Dude, to your seven o'clock is a beautiful mulatto amazon grinding on this other girl. I want to fucking climb her like a coconut tree and never come down!" Julian choked on his drink and laugh out loud trying to imagine how the scene in his head would work out. "Mark, man the fuck up! Your six feet tall, you can't fucking have a fear of heights and as for falling in love shit," Julian turn towards the dance floor. "It looks as if she's taken already." "Naw man, she the one. I know it, I can it feel bro." Mark turned to Julian and put his hand to his chest. "Have you ever had that feeling when you look at someone and just knew it was right and your body recognizes your other half? Julian shook his head; he'd never seen his best friend so pussy whipped over a female and hadn't even fucked her yet. She had to be something else. 'Cause Mark was very picky when it came to females. He turned towards the Amazon Goddess to see what had his best friend so sprung. Looking through the crowd until he spotted a tall Spanish looking female. What he saw was a wet dream. What he felt was another. It was the burning in his left arm that took precedence. The burning starting from the bottom of his tattooed dermiore shelve, glowing as it travel up to his shoulder. Julian inhaled in a deeply. His time had come. Finally. Tattoed Passion Ch. 03 Jasmine tossed and turned in a restless slumber, her self-conscious, sensing that she was not alone, knowing that once again he'd come to her as she slept. Anticipation thrummed through her limbs, as she lean into the phantom heat behind her, the sensation of fingertips slowly moving up her caramel thigh caressing the outside of her right thigh. The hand roaming her body, as if, it was trying to memorize every inch of her body. The sensation of hands suddenly grasped her head and held it as she felt kisses pressed against her jaw line moving towards the spot where neck and shoulder met. With one hand tangled in her raven locks gripping tight as the other pseudo hand moved back down her neck massaging where he kissed her jaw. Slowly he began to move again, moving over her right shoulder and down to her wrist. As always he repeated the gesture until her demoire began to glow as acceptance. Jasmine whimpered in her sleep. Even in deep sleep she fought in opposition to what was to come. A low chuckle vibrated against her back and in her mind she heard him whisper "Mine! IL Mio. I want you to never forget that IL mio amore." With his claim made that same hand traveled towards her right breast. Cupping and feeling the weight of it, Jasmine whimpered again but this time in pleasure than fear. Rolling the swollen nipple softly he roughly spoke to her; "Such beautiful body you have piccolo. I can't wait until you're under me, exactly where you belong! A pleasure, pain feeling racked Jay's body as her right nipple was twisted and pulled then smoothed away the pain. Having nothing to hold on to Jasmine fingers clenched the purple silk sheets as she withered on the bed in ecstasy. The constant pulling of her hair and the tug and release of her engorged nipple was too much for her untouched body to handle. Jasmine felt a like she was burning up inside. Heat radiated off her and she could feel her cream leaking out and coating her thighs. Her breath lodged in her throat as he let go of her nipple and swiftly moved his hand to her thigh where he stroked her pleasure coated leg moving toward her sweet honey pot. "Oh, yes Bella Mia. I love how wet you are for me but I think you can do better. Open for me Bella, let me see per il vostro piacere. I want all of your pleasure." Parting her slick thighs, Jasmine welcomed the caressing fingers that stroked, " Si, bella so wet and your lips are so juicy and plump. I just want to sink into you and never leave." Jasmine body shuddered and moan loudly, again as his voice flooded her mind and his tantalizing fingers stroked her clit. Penetrating her core, he drove in two fingers moving them swift and fast. Between the pressure of his fingers and tightness in her sex, Jasmine was drowning in pleasure. Suddenly his fingers started to pick up the pace as he added another also his thumb move to her clit making swift circular motions. Her moans tapered into incoherent mumblings, her hips following him, circling , trying to unknowingly pull him in. Jasmine spoke for the first time in a deep husky voice, " finish me, please just fin-, just make it stop please!" "Si, mi amore. I would happily bring you to completion but you know what you must do bella. Tell me what I want to hear! Speak the words and I finish you and take you higher again and again. Let me be with you, touch your body, surround and feel that sweet sweet core of yours. Sink so deep into, covered in your essence taking us both higher. Just say my name piccolo, come on bebe' dicono che! His thumb still circled her clitoris and his three fingers scissored deep inside her. Jasmine fought the need to answer him but she was losing and losing bad. Her were tightening around his fingers , the heat was damn near suffocating her she was too far gone! Jasmine opened her mouth to speak his name .. Bam! Jasmine body went into full combat mode. In one move she awoke pulled her Smith & Wesson from under her pillow and rolled off the bed, using it as a shield and aimed towards to noise. This happened to be her bedroom door. Being slammed open by none other than her gun toting best friend and roommate. Closing her eyes and putting her head and gun down on the bed Jasmine groaned, " oh my goddess Chris, I don't know whether to kiss or just kiss you!" Also lowering her weapon Christie Leaned against the doorframe " um I love you too but kissing me is taking it a little too far? Don't ya think? Jasmine responded but whatever she was saying but it was drowned by the duvet she'd face planted into . "Jaz? Are you ok?" Christine hurried across the room and sat beside Jasmine "dammit woman, do you ever wear clothes to bed? Jasmine do not make me say your middle name Jaci, answer me right now! Jasmine raised her head, tears blurring her eyesight and responded," I'm ok now. Thanks to you of course." Jasmine voiced croaked," I almost gave into him Chris. If you hadn't come in when you did, I would've brought him to me and life as I know it would be over. He's weakening me so much I just don't know what to do." Closing her eyes and letting the tears drop as Chris rubbed her back and pulled her to her own shoulder. Chris made a rude noise " I know exactly what to do. I'm going to go get two of my sleeping pills and you get your purple stallion out the dresser and you're going to fall asleep with a smile on your face!" Tattoed Passion Ch. 04 Jasmine sat at her desk Monday morning holding her head in her hands. Sleep had not come easy for the past two nights. Even the sleeping pills and purple stallion hadn't helped her. Somehow that ass still got into her dreams and every single time she had to force herself not to give in to him. Shaking her head Jasmine muttered to herself, "Ugh, if I ever come face to face to that enchanted, good looking, dream stealing, sex-depraved ass-hole I'm going to rip his balls off..." "Still talking to yourself I see. I always knew you were a crazy one." Jasmine's head pop up at Detective Justin Lake booming voice. "Damn Jaci, you look like you've been hit by a bus!" Detective Steve Morrison chuckled as he nudged his partner with the joke. "Or a dump truck ", chimed in Justin. "Hardy har har, you two bitches don't have something better to do? Like, go find out who stole your witticism and good looks gene." Jasmine retorted, as she turned away from them to pop an Advil. "Ok, your extra feisty this morning". Commented Steve. "Sounds like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed and needs more sleep!" Jasmine let out frustrated groan, "look Pete and Repeat if don't have anything to tell me pertaining to the case or coming down from the boss, I suggest you two keep moving." Justin sat down on the corner of Jasmines' desk and crossed his long legs. "Oh, come on Jazzy lighten up some! We're just having fun; don't ruin it with the grumpiness. Smile for me and show your pearly whites." Rolling her eyes Jasmine turned her chair back towards the guys and looked at the smirking detective and replied, "Justin go fuck yourself or whatever mammal that will allow it. Just tell me what you got on the murder case and get the hell on. And the next time you call me Jazzy don't be surprised when you wake up in the ER. Ok? I 've told you time and time again not to call me that!" "Here" Steve threw down the folder he was carrying. "Everything is in there. The autopsy, statements, alibis, photos of the scene and the arriving officers' report. Which I would double check if I were you. It all doesn't seem to add up." Steve went to add more but Jasmine cut him short "thanks, Morrison let me look over this and we can compare notes and see if we can catch this bastard." Picking up the folder and putting it into her messenger's bag Jasmine stood up. "I should be back around two, I'll check in with you then ok?" He shrugged and started to back away from the desk, "yeah but call first. My wife has been having contractions, so any day now she could pop." With that he walked away towards his own desk. Picking up her keys and light jacket she looks over at Justin "do you have anything else to add before I go?" he shook his head but sat still. "Well can you move out the way so I can leave? I have somewhere to be in thirty." Justin rose to his full height of 6"1' and shook his head at Jasmine. "Your aura is out of sync Love. What's going on and before you open your mouth to lie. I can see your demoire glowing and you know I sense lies. So talk to me!" Hanging her head Jasmine tool a deep breathe. "Can we do this later? I promise to tell you later but right now I really am late for this meeting." Justin stepped back and opened his arms as to say be my guest. Moving quickly towards the entrance she blessed herself out for not protecting herself around Justin and his supernatural ass. "Hey Jaci!" Justin called out after her. Jasmine turned around exasperated, "yes Justin ..." "Oh nothing, just don't forget our date tonight at BACON and remind Christie to be on time. And no you can't rain check. We're trying out the new chef remember? Be there at eight o'clock sharp the both of you!" Shaking her head in defeat Jasmine saluted and walked out of the office into a hot summer day. Climbing into her Volvo X90, which happened to be an; early birthday gift from her father, only the best for his baby girl. Seeing as she was the first female to be born in her fathers' family since the curse took place. Let's just say spoiling her was an everyday occurrence growing up. Letting down the windows until the a/c kicked in Jasmine pulled out of the parking lot and headed north towards her informants meeting place, three blocks away. ************************** Julian sighed as he flipped over a bacon wrapped filet. Even the smell of red meat and bacon couldn't pull him out of his frustration with Jasmine. Coming to her in her dreams were starting to take a toll on him. His persistent had finally paid off though, he'd learned her name. It was heaven and hell knowing but not knowing how she felt about him. Her body fully accepted him, but it was incredible mind that kept him out. Sighing again Julian took the steak off the grill and plated it and slid it down the line. He should have never agreed to help out at his and Mark's restaurant Bacon.