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| Inked: Pain and Pleasure; One shot, James/OFC, 2000 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: November 1, 2012, 10:15 pm (973 Views) | |
| -DJ- | November 1, 2012, 10:15 pm Post #1 |
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Blackened
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Yeah so here's a little one shot I found on my laptop. All from James' POV. Enjoy and as usual, all events are entirely fictional and i own nothing. Black Pearl Tattoo, Atlanta, GA. 2000. “Hey I have an appointment with Andrew” “What’s your name?” “James” she flicked through a small diary. “Yeah, your appointment was for yesterday” “No. It’s for today” She looked me in the eye with a shy smile and showed me the book. It was for yesterday. Shit. “Is Andrew here?” “Nope. He’s off today. I was about to leave too because it’s dead around here. But you can make another appointment if you want?” “Nah forget it. I’m leaving tomorrow. Thanks though” I turned to leave. “What did you want to get anyway?” “Just this” I showed her the piece of paper I was holding with a rough sketch of my back piece on it. “Oh cool…like cars huh?” she nodded looking at it and paused. “If you wanna stay, I can do it for you?” A chick tattooing me? No way. “Uh…no it’s fine…like you said, you were going home so I wouldn’t want to keep you” “Is it because I’m a girl?” she smirked. Her smile was dangerous. “NO! Of course not. I just don’t want—“ “Then let me tattoo you today” “…Alright” What else could I say? “Awesome, come back here” She brought me into a small room in the back. It looked like her own little space away from the rest of the shop. It had a wall full of photographs of tattoos she’d done previously. I was impressed. They were all vividly colored. I laid on the massage type table and watched her set up her work area. Her plain gray t-shirt and tight black skinny jeans were flattering in all the right areas. For a tattoo artist she wasn’t very tattooed herself. Or many that I could see with her clothes on… “Stand up and take off your shirt” she snapped me out of my daydream. I took off my shirt and she cleaned my back with something that smelled funny. She began to draw the design on the top of my back with a marker. “Ready?” she spoke after around fifteen minutes of doodling on my back with different color Sharpies. “Yep” The pain wasn’t too bad. Even better because I could see her reflection in the mirror on the wall. Except now her green eyes were covered by thick, black framed glasses. ”Hope you don’t mind me asking but do you know a guy called Adam?” she inquired. “No…I don’t think so. Why?” “You just look familiar for some reason” she told me. “How long have you been tattooing for?” She paused in thought “About 14 years I think. What about you? What do you do?” “I’m in a band” Here it comes. “Wait a second, look at me” I turned my head and looked at her and watched her expressions changed as she studied my face. “You’re the guy from that metal band! My dad loves you guys; he’s a real thrash guy. They play your music in the shop nearly every day too” “Do you like us?” “Don’t hate me but no, I’m more of a classical person to be honest” “That’s cool. What’s your name by the way?” “Eve” “What does your dad think of you being a tattoo artist?” “He’s fine with it even though I didn’t graduate high school and started tattooing when I was sixteen. My fiancé doesn’t like it though. He thinks tattoos aren’t for women but he’s going to have to get used to it” She’s taken…great. “That’s not very nice. My wife’s not a fan of them either” “Some people are just old fashioned I guess…You holding up alright?” “Yeah” No. The pain was starting to kick in now. My endorphins were running out. She continued to work on my back for another couple of hours. My fingers were dug into the foam of the padded table. I could hear her hum some songs every now and then in my ear which took my mind off the needles in my upper back for a while. “Five minutes left and then we’ll be done alright?” “Mhmm” I couldn’t even form proper sentences. It must have been the longest five minutes of my life. I breathed a sigh of relief when the buzzing stopped. “Finished! Take a look” I stood up on stiff legs with half of my back on fire and looked in the mirror. She sat in her chair and watched me. “Like it?” Like it? This girl had amazing talent. “Yeah! The red is awesome. Thanks” “Sweet. You did good. Most people need two or three sittings for back pieces and you didn’t even need a break” She cleaned my back with something cold which was perfect against my burning shoulders then covered it in plastic and tape. She handed me my shirt and I struggled to put it on. My shoulders hadn’t moved in hours. She helped me pull it over my chest and I shivered when her fingers brushed my stomach. We went back to the front of the shop and I paid her. ”What’s this for?” she asked me when I gave her a $50 tip. “For me being unorganized and making you stay late at work” “Nah you don’t have to. It was fun” she grinned at me and handed me back my money. “Well…let me take you for a drink then?” She pondered my question then grinned. “Alright one drink because I’m working tomorrow” Yes. This couldn’t end right away. She shut the shop and we went to a busy bar around the corner. She apparently knew the guy who worked there and he let us into the attic of the building. It was dark and the music, unlike downstairs, was playing at a level where you could actually hold a conversation. “What do you want?” “Whatever you’re having” I got us a bottle of beer each. “Thanks. So are you on tour right now?” she asked as I sat beside her on a couch. Truth was I didn’t want to talk about work right now. “Yeah for another few months I think” “You’re lucky. I’d love to be in a different city every week…and get paid for it too” she laughed. “You want to travel?” “Yeah! That’d be a dream come true for me” “Why don’t you?” “My fiancé doesn’t really want me to” “Screw him. Do what you want!” “Yeah…” she shrugged finishing her drink. “Wait here” She got up and left for the bar. I watched her walk away until she disappeared around a corner. I’d never seen anyone like her. She came back with a tray full of around 10 small glasses. “Shots? Aren’t we a bit old for this? And I thought you said one drink” “Are you calling me old?” her dimples showed as she smiled. “Anyway, you’re never too old for Jager…unless you can’t handle it anymore?” she taunted. I took the glass to my lips and let the liquid burn my chest. “Your turn” She downed the shot with ease. And so it continued. Shot after horrible shot. “You can hold your drink better than most guys I know” “More?” she stuck her tongue out at me. She left and walked to the bar. She really was something else. She came back and placed a tall glass of…something in front of me. “What’s that?” “A screaming orgasm” “Excuse me?!” “It’s a cocktail! Drink it, it’s good” It was good, and so were the two…or five we had after that. Time flew. I looked at my watch and it was 2am. “It’s getting late…one for the road?” “I like your style, James” I managed to get to the bar. After years of binge drinking I had learned how to keep my balance after so much booze. “Eww I hate Guinness!” “What?! Everyone loves Guinness! C’mon at least try it?” she rolled her eyes and began to drink. I watched as the classic white head covered her upper lip. She took the glass from her mouth and her face contorted in disgust. “That’s awful” she took her hand to her mouth to clean her lip but I stopped her. “Why waste it?” It was just a simple lip lock but her soft lips made it so much more. She returned the kiss but then pulled away suddenly and tapped my ring finger. “You’re married” “You’re engaged” “You kissed me!” “But you kissed me back!” “You’re a dick” she laughed and shook her head. “Wanna get out of here?” “And go where?” “I dunno. It’s your city so you take me somewhere” We stumbled into a neighborhood full of houses. My guess was she was bringing me to her place. I guessed right. “Your boyfriend’s not here right?” “Do you think I’m that dumb? No he’s not here; he’s in Seattle on business” Her house was modest and open. Paintings and classic movie posters covered the walls of most rooms. There were lots of shelves covered in dated leather covered books. “First things first. We need to clean your tattoo” She brought me by the hand to her room that had an en suite bathroom and I sat on the bed and flicked on the lamp. “Take off your top” she ordered. “You’re not shy” She cleaned my back with warm water, put some cream on it, and then covered it back up. I could have gotten used to that. “Wanna play a game?” she asked. A game? “What kind of game?” “Put that on” she gave me a sleep mask to cover my eyes. I looked at her confused. “I’ll be right back” I put it on and played along. A few minutes later she came back in while I was still sitting shirtless on her bed. “Ready?” “I guess so” “So this game is called ‘guess the drink’” “You’re just trying to get me drunk” I laughed. “You’re already drunk!” “Good point. Do I get a prize or something if I guess them all right?” “Um…I’ll show you my tattoo?” “Sounds fair enough” I shrugged. “Here’s your first one” She put a glass to my lips and poured it in. “Vodka” “Correct! Next one” She put another liquid in my mouth. “Whiskey and coke?” “Right!” “Last one” Half the drink went spilled on my chest. “Red wine?” “Nope!” “Oh no…I lose?” “I’ll give you one more try” “Alright I’m ready” I didn’t get a drink. I got something much better. Her lips on mine. I took the mask off my eyes and broke our brief kiss. “Hey!” she tapped my chest. “What?” “Why did you stop?” she pouted. “Kissing is lame” “Well what do you wanna do?” “Can I see your tattoos now?” “Would that be appropriate?” she teased. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” She stood up and pulled her shirt over her head. Her back was covered from top to bottom in lotus flowers with a Geisha at the bottom right of her back. The colors popped even in the dim room. I ran the back of my fingers over the dimples in the bottom of her back. Her skin was incredibly soft to touch. “I bet that hurt” “You’ve no idea. It took like a year to finish” “Looks good though” She turned to face me and I saw she had a huge owl with its wings spread on her chest. For once I was looking at a woman’s chest for a different reason. It was a piece of art. Her whole body was a piece of art; thin but not too skinny, olive skin and black hair. She kicked off her shoes, laid back on the bed and stretched out in a black lacy bra and low rise jeans. “So, are you going to show me yours now?” she joked. Her fingers ran over my Carpe Diem Baby tattoo then crept up to my neck and pulled my head down to hers. “You’re really pretty” I went to kiss her but her fingers stopped my lips. “If we do this, we’re bad people” she told me. “You can’t be good all the time, baby” Her fingers tangled in my hair as our tongues wrestled slowly. Her soft moans were music to my ears. The lingering taste of alcohol in her mouth made her kisses sweeter. Not so lame anymore. “Fuck…I want you so bad” I managed to say breathless. I wanted her more than anyone in a long time and my dick wasn’t going to fit inside my jeans for much longer. “Carpe diem…baby” she whispered in my ear. I kneeled on the bed and reached down to take off her jeans and fumbled with the button with the lack of light. I eventually unzipped them and moved them down her smooth legs. Commando? This girl was driving me crazy. She sat up and unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. I took a minute to look at her nude figure. She had the body of a goddess. I leaned back over her and kissed her. By the way she kissed me back, I knew she wanted this as much as I did. She was hungry. Her hands made quick work of undoing my jeans. She finally freed my fully erect member and stroked it teasingly as I nipped her neck and collarbone. Her breaths were shallow and let out a small gasp as I entered her slowly. Her hands were almost massaging my back. Each time I hit the right spot a small moan escaped her lips and her head rolled to the side in pleasure. “Faster” she sighed. “No” “Please, James” “No. I don’t want this to be over yet” She put her hands on my chest and rolled me over onto my back in one swift move. I looked at her in awe. “Sit up” I did as I was told and sat with my back against the headboard. She sat in my lap and held onto my shoulders and practically shoved her tongue into my mouth. Where did all this energy come from? My hands ran up and down her tattooed back. Her erect nipples grazed my sticky chest as she moved and down on my dick at her own pace. “Oh my god…you’re so tight” She took one of my hands off her back, licked my thumb then guided in small circles on her clit. She made an attempt to kiss me but her head rolled back as she moaned in pleasure instead. My hips thrust deeper underneath her and I felt every inch of her. “Fuck, Eve…I’m gonna come…” “Hmmm” she bit her lip and I felt her contract around me. I watched as her orgasm took over her body. With a few more lazy thrusts, I followed shortly after her. It was like all my senses had been heightened. Everything smelled better, felt better, tasted better with her. “That was something else…” she spoke with her head resting on my shoulder trying to catch her breath. She was right it was…something else. Not just blurry, drunken sex. “Will you stay?” she ran a finger along my stubble covered jawline. “Is there any chance of your fiancé coming home?” “Nope” “I’ll stay” THE END |
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| kirkhammettismyman | November 7, 2012, 5:08 pm Post #2 |
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I was just a name in your little black book.
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Wow, that was great! Loved it. You write well. Can't wait to read more of your stuff. |
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| I_Disappear | November 7, 2012, 7:05 pm Post #3 |
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Blackened
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Love the idea behind Eve's tattoo. Another great fic! Loving them all so far! |
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| Shayniz21 | November 8, 2012, 11:15 am Post #4 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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You did great on this! It was soooooo hott!
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| NothingElseMatters | November 28, 2012, 10:15 am Post #5 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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Oh, wow...that was...wow. SO HOT!!! I LOVED IT!!! ![]() |
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| Jamie's_Chick | December 26, 2012, 3:04 pm Post #6 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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It was great! I abso-fucking-lutely LOVED it! And 2000's being one of my top-fave James Eras surely helped
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