Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Anything Your Heart Desires

A sequel to "I Wish Upon A Star"- this time, he shows her he isn't asleep.

I've been sitting on this tiny piece for more than 4 days now, and whenever I thought about posting it, I broke out in a cold sweat, read through it, worked on it a little bit and then didn't do it.

Now, I'm going to post this damn thing, period.

Warning - It's absolutely 100% rated M, which means explicit adult situations. Be warned!

Working overtime again, Shreya felt her lack of a private life like an oppressing force, bearing down on her like a concrete wall. Not that she didn't have the opportunity…she had gotten some invitations during the past month, and some of the guys were exactly her cup of tea- normally. Except these days, her cup of tea seemed to be exclusively a certain hot senior who was pretty much acquainted with all kind of teacups.

She sighed and threw a furtive glance through the two windowpanes separating her from his couch. He was asleep. And damn- the temptation drove her insane. It had become her little guilty pleasure to sneak into the bullpen when he was well out of it and…touch him. Savour the smooth texture of his skin beneath her fingertips. And yes: she kissed him. She'd never have thought that he was such a tight sleeper, but he hadn't awoken once.

She saw his body move to the rhythm of his breath and felt her own going shallow. She wanted him. Wanted him so much it seared her soul. Her fingertips slid beneath her prim, factual white blouse. Her abdomen felt hot to her own touch, and she spread the thin sheen of moisture she detected there. Slowly, her hand crept lower, finding its way under the waistband of her pants, into her wet, saturated panties…her lips parted when her fingers slid between her folds, imagining his touch there, sliding deeper, deeper…

She jerked her hand away and sat upright.

Damn, damn, damn, what was the matter with her? She needed to get laid, ASAP.

She looked longingly at the sleeping figure on the old leather couch.
It was his fault that she was so…irrational and distracted, so he couldn't blame her for stealing some innocent kisses now and then, could he? He didn't notice what she was doing, anyway, or he would have confronted her long ago.

She got up and winced. Damn, she was horny as hell, her whole lower body engorged and moist and hurting…would it be very impudent if she masturbated while she fondled him? Yeah, great idea, Inspector Shreya - she would possibly thrust her tongue into his mouth in the throes of her passion. And hell- that would be embarrassing.

She sighed, slightly disgusted with herself, and opened the door of her office, trying not to make a single sound.

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He could hear her thoughts.

They danced through his mind like sassy little angels, whispering seductive tunes to him. Daya smiled. She wanted him, his proper, absolutely bad-assed little super-cop, and for the last days, she had been sneaking kisses from him whenever she thought he was asleep. He wasn't overly surprised- beneath her cool exterior Inspector Shreya harbored passions that absolutely couldn't be contained forever, and he had sensed them from the beginning.

First, they had amused him. Then touched him. Impressed him. And finally, aroused him.

Usually he didn't allow himself to become physically excited, but he made an exception tonight. He lay on his side and felt his manhood swell while he snuggled deeper into the worn leather, savouring Inspector Shreya’s dirty thoughts he could hear so clearly in his mind. And he made a silent vow: if she tried to take her little secret, "have-a-little-fun-with-sleeping-Daya"-time tonight, he would teach her that there was no way a normal adult male could sleep through something like that.