Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

Just A Peck : Part 01

Summary - Daya kissed Special Agent Ansha twice, and Shreya not even once? How in hell is that fair? What could possibly happen if he did it just once, a tiny kiss on the cheek? Weeeeellll- let me elaborate... rated a SOLID M, might be wildly OOC, so be warned! Just a fluffy-explicit piece of silliness inside.

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He could sense something utterly destructive in Shreya tonight, and it worried him. It was marvellous how she pulled herself together, but the hunt was getting to her, and he could see her feelings in a myriad of shades inside her eyes, on her face. Not good. Better to play this cool, always.

"What's bothering you, Shreya?"

She looked at him, her drawn up eyebrows portraying a coolness she clearly didn't feel. There were red splotches on her pale cheeks, speaking of hurt and anger. Emotions she fought like a lion not to show.

"Nothing," she shrugged, "really. I just… never mind."

He saw her worry her lower lip and decided to let the whole thing pass.

"So… I take it we're not going back to the office tonight, huh? What are you going to do with your free evening? Some nice gentleman waiting for your company?"

When she looked at him, he realized his fatal mistake. She was raw, open, so vulnerable any harmless joke could deliver the fatal blow.

She snorted.

"Very funny, Daya Sir. You know very well nobody loves me."

She bit her lip, no doubt wishing she could take back the words. It hurt to see her like this, all pretense gone, all the hurtful truths written out on her features.

"I get it," he whispered, "you're feeling lonely."

She shook her head in a desperate little gesture of utter helplessness.

"Never mind."

Okay, maybe he could still joke his way out of this. He put on his best fake smile and winked at her.

"Oh, Shreya - maybe I should really try to find you a decent guy to marry."

He obviously wasn't in form tonight, because he never saw what hit him. Anger blossomed on Shreya’s cheek in a deep red, he could almost feel the heat emanating from her body. Her fists clenched and unclenched next to her hips, and he instinctively retreated a bit.

"Stop it." She hissed, and he could almost hear the snapping sound when her composure fractured.

"Stop what?" he shrugged, desperately searching her face to find the trigger that had set her up.

"Stop pretending it could all be so easy. That with one of Senior Inspector Daya’s legendary simsalabims and abracadabras the right guy would turn around the corner in a minute, and we would fall in love on first sight and get married, making triplets on the first try… because you know why it can't work, no matter how often you stop me from saying it. I'm in love, Daya. I'm not a ridiculous joke you giggle about in your better hours. Oh, look, Inspector Shreya has a cute little crush on the ice prince, and while he might not have any feelings, he can flick his wrist and provide a handsome Ken to her lonely Barbie. Give them a pink cake, anyone. I'm fed up with it. So just shut up about the "marry me off" and "find me a guy" stuff, I'll laugh later."

Damn, no. They couldn't have this conversation in the middle of their final chase for the killer, so he just had to deflect this somehow, distract her like he usually did. They were on the same page here- she knew he didn't want to talk about it, and he really shouldn't care about what she thought was the reason for that. So she believed he didn't have any feelings for her? Fine, he would go with that.