Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Relieved

After Giraftaar Series. Do I have to say it? Okay: MMMMMATURE…did I forget something? Oh yeah, established Daya / Shreya.

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Shreya stood motionless in her living room and looked out of the window. She felt the adrenaline course through her body in thick jets of pain and the sensation wouldn't subside. It took all her willpower not to shake all over. To contain the tremors. To stay sane.

She hated that she couldn't talk to someone. It was late now. She had fled from the CID-building while Daya was still busy- part of her regretted that now. Maybe he had been offended because she hadn't waited for him. But maybe he was just tired and absolutely not in the mood for her. Being kidnapped for a week did that to people sometimes. She guessed Daya hadn't been scared of that possibly not for a second. But what did she know? All she knew was that she'd been scared shitless.

She sighed and decided to go to bed, pull the blanket over her head and sleep all weekend long. She just wanted to vanish. Until the job called on Monday.

She was just about to move up the stairs when someone knocked at her door. Absurd hope pulled at her like a force of nature. She all but raced to the door.

He looked immaculate, had obviously showered and shaved. And he hid something behind his back.

"Hey," he said softly, sending her a sweet smile that weaselled its way directly under her skin, "Case closed. I made you something."

He extended his hand and presented a small chocolate cake. On the icing he'd formed the words "I love you" with red M&Ms. Shreya absolutely knew nothing to say. She took the cake as if it could explode in her hands before she turned and walked to the kitchen.

"You know, Shreya," Daya chattered happily, closing the door behind him before he strolled into the living room, kicking off his shoes, "I sneaked into the CID-kitchen after hours. I didn't steal anything, of course, the ingredients were mine. Did you know how funny a small cake looks in such a huge oven? Could very well be a metaphor for life in general: we're all nothing but small cakes, baking in the giant hearth of life…well, forget that, it's far too philosophical for this hour. But I can tell you I will sleep better now that we caged that monster. A business tycoon  on top of it, can you believe it? It's scary, huh? But nothing new, I'm not surprised. Power is a strange thing, and certainly not for everyone…"

Shreya stood in the kitchen and looked at the cake. She was so touched, she almost cried. She heard Daya babble cheerfully, certainly walking around the living room, looking at her things. Rummaging through drawers. Picking up the pictures on her shelves. He always did that, although he'd been inside her apartment innumerable times by now. It was a habit he couldn't stop, observation was second nature to him. The lizard brain might not be able to not react. Daya wasn't able to not observe.

This night, she needed him so close she would possibly suffocate him. But that couldn't be helped.

Daya picked up the frame with the photo of Shreya and her parents. He had seen it a hundred times, but he loved it and always discovered something new when he looked at it.

"I've been thinking, Shreya," he talked on, "we should get away from here over the weekend. To a nice place in the middle of nowhere, just you and me. I have lots of ideas about that, but I wanted to talk to you first in case you…"

He looked up and stopped dead in his tracks, falling silent.

Shreya stood at the door. And she was stark naked.

Arousal so violent it almost knocked him off his feet coursed through his bloodstream all of a sudden. He felt his erection grow until the sheer weight of it seemed to pull him down. He swallowed.