Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Quality Time

Daya and Shreya are waiting in the car. Shreya wants to know what happened with Shanaya and is a mess of feelings. How far will she go to convince Daya to tell her everything she wants to know?

Warning - This chapter has mature content.SO IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH IN THAT REGARD- BETTER NOT!  TRESPASS ON YOUR OWN RISK! Okay- enough? Let's start, then!

"Please, Daya," Shreya whined. "Tell me what happened with Shanaya !"

All she got was another indistinctive noise from her incorrigible senior.
Shreya groaned in frustration and flopped back against the backrest with an almost audible thud.

Twilight was fast approaching, and the trickle of passers-by thinned more and more until a sense of utter aloneness settled over the scenery.

Shreya looked at the quiet man next to her. Daya’s patience was utterly unnerving. He could wait for hours and hours without batting an eye, hardly moving the whole time. Like a freaking statue, dammit. He didn't acknowledge her stare, so she felt free to continue it.

How did he dare to be so unearthly beautiful all of the time? She felt like the frog to his princess, she thought with a secret little smile. She'd never have thought that Daya’s sweet pretty-boy-looks could do anything for her. But damn if she found herself thinking about his attractiveness more and more these days.

They'd come a long way. After all the wariness which had tainted what was between them, all the lies and deceptions and moments of utter frustration on her side, she had found a trust between them that scared her sometimes. For Daya might be pretty, but he was no harmless boy. She knew full well what he was capable of, and nothing had changed in that regard.

His hairs gleamed in the sparse light from the street-lamps. His lips, pale like the petals of a soft pink rose (and damn, wasn't she turning into a freaking poet over this infuriating guy) rested lightly on each other. She could almost sense the gush of sweet breath streaming from between them.

Yep. Definitely pretty.

But something had changed. She had been scared before, but she was half mad with panic now. For him. Struggling to keep him safe. Nightly reliving the time when he'd been kidnapped, almost unreachable, gone. She had missed him with a frenzy that had almost destroyed her.

"I missed you, too." She had told him only some hours before. She had meant to tell him so much more.

She knew his "I missed you" hadn't been a lie. He was used to her as an extension of his own arms. It was clear that Shanaya had given him a much harder time.

She inhaled sharply when the thought she had just allowed to slip into her consciousness registered, barely stopping the sound from becoming a grown-up gasp. She looked at Daya from the corner of her eye and saw his lips curve into a gentle smile, his eyes still focused on the street.

A warmth flooded her insides so harshly that she almost couldn't breathe. She was a helpless idiot. And he knew it. Of course. Tears started to prick her eyes before a ruthless determination set in. So he didn't want to tell her? Damn, he would. She wasn't powerless. And if she couldn't convince him, she would simply put her gun to his head. She groaned. Yeah, sure, as if she would shoot the goddamn love of her life. Who wrapped her around his little finger on a regular basis.

The car's interior was almost completely dark now, illuminated only by a single ray of light that trickled down from the nearest street-lamp. Shreya started to fidget and squirm- she hated waiting. Hated inactivity.

"Quiet, Shreya." Daya said softly. "Wriggling makes waiting all the harder, believe me. Waiting is nothing but quality time with yourself. So enjoy it."