Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Distracting

There's nothing deep about it, just harmless coupling. So- don't expect too much. Mature Content. Nothing else.

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Daya found himself smiling pretty often this morning. Which felt nice, actually.

Despite the emotional turmoil the last case had pushed him through (he hated dealing with his wretched past), he felt better now. Which had everything to do with a certain short-haired officer who had entertained him with glorious banter on their way home. He smiled. Again.

He felt like a worthy human when she was close, lighting his day just by being there. Her smile made him whole.

He watched her pacing her office and threw a glance at his cellular- close to lunchtime. And this dreadful seminary Shreya insisted he should attend. He wouldn't, of course. But her sad, forlorn eyes when he'd pointed out that he could understand her precarious emotional state still tore at his heart. He knew she'd felt the usual defeat that always awaited her when she dealt with him. Part of him was unmanageable, but sure, she couldn't stop trying, being his partner and all that. But sometimes, he could read on her face how very tired she was. And how much she needed a break.

A break? A slow grin spread on his face. Well, he could provide that.

And he owed her as much for not allowing him to go depressive on her the day before. She'd cheered him up in the car. And had continued to do so later in her steamy bathroom. He'd never had sex AGAINST a mirror before, but it had been a fascinating experience for such a visual man as Senior Inspector Daya. He'd felt very, very cheerful afterwards.

Okay, they had this stupid "no PDAs at the office"-rule, but hey, she knew that he wasn't good with rules. And he'd told her that wouldn't change.

He waited until everybody had left the office for lunch. He knew Shreya wouldn't be gone for long, she always bought some Take-out from a Chinese restaurant around the corner and ate alone at her desk. Well- not this time, he would take care of the alone-thingy. Whistling, he sauntered into her office and took special care to close all the blinds.

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Shreya strolled back into the office, her lunch bag in hand, and this actually had felt like an ordinary, uneventful day so far. Which had been fine with her. Truly.

She stopped dead in her tracks. Well, this had to be the moment when her luck finally ran out. Her blinds were closed. And that never meant something good.

Part of her wanted to run, eat her lunch in the kitchen, ignore the closed blinds and the unwanted surprise she would find behind them. But curiosity won out. Damn.

She opened the door and gasped when she was greeted by a truly unforgettable sight: Daya lay on her couch, throwing his million dollar smile at her. He was stark naked. And he was…hard. Her mouth watered instantly.

"Daya," she growled, "what would you have done if somebody else had entered here right now?"

"Well, I guess I would have blushed," he stated calmly, "though I can't know- I'm not squeamish when it comes to nudity. As long as nobody touches me…you can, of course. Touch me, I mean. Feel free. I'm dessert, so to say."

Somehow, Shreya wasn't hungry anymore. At least not for food.

"Daya.", she said calmly, "This is my office. It's the middle of the day. You can't honestly believe that I'm going to jump you in broad daylight on my couch for god's sake."

He adopted a pretty adorable pout. Damn, the man was a pain in the neck…

"No problem," he shrugged, "just look at me and tell me you don't want me. Then I'll be a well-behaved boyfriend, get dressed and leave."