Snapshots of Desire ✔ [Completed]

In Tune

Warning - Absolute Mature, I just felt like it. It's nothing else but M and UTTERLY PWP! Established Daya/Shreya.

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After hours, and Inspector Shreya still felt a little raw and confused. Sometimes, the evil got on her nerves. Affected her. As Divya had today. It always rattled her that the most unobtrusive, normal characters could become killers that easily.

But the case was closed, and she had finished all the paperwork. Time to go home. In theory.

"Hey, hey," Daya exclaimed while strolling casually into her office, "the case is closed, so why are you still dressed? Meh, just kidding, I'm here to ask you out- care to come with me?"

He lifted his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curling into a saucy smile.

"Pun intended?" she quipped.

"Well, Shreya," he sighed, "you'll never know if you don't follow me to my car right now."

He flashed her a dazzling smile and walked out.

Shreya took a deep breath, grabbed her purse and followed him.

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Why was it she hated to see him in control?

She always wanted to make him lose it. And whenever they were riding in the car together, she wanted to blow him.

Of course she didn't. She was a responsible, neat law enforcement officer and would never do such a thing. But damn- did she want to. Open his fly. Get him so hard he would be close to exploding. Suck him off good and hard.

She wriggled slightly in her seat.

"Everything alright?" he asked, smirking at her.

"Sure," she said nonchalantly, "peachy."

He chuckled, while her eyes feasted on him. He looked as impeccable as always, flawless in his light grey three-piece-suit, his hairs gleaming in the faint glow of the streetlights. No, she didn't want to go out with him tonight. She'd rather bang his brains out.

When his car came to a halt in front of the concert hall, she started to pout.

"Oh no, Daya," she growled, "you can't be serious- haven't you spend enough time in this place already?"

"There's never an enough when it comes to music, dear Shreya," Daya said.

"What are we doing here anyway," Shreya muttered, "not wrapping up any loose ends, I hope?"

"Of course not," He sighed, "there aren't any. Tonight, we'll attend the dress rehearsal of Brahm's concerto in D-Major- it's not public, so it will be just you and me in the audience."

"At least you, me and a bottle of red wine?" Shreya asked hopefully.

"Believe me, Shreya," Daya said indulgently, "you won't have time to think about drinking."

He got out of the car and walked around it to open the door for her- perfect gentleman that he was. When her body brushed against his, she smelled the faint whiff of his cologne and shuddered. Damn, why was she always so embarrassingly turned on by him? And why did he always seem so unfairly unaffected?

They entered the very impressive concert hall and wandered the darkened hallways. Shreya could understand why Daya loved the environment- everything she saw was made to support the magic of showmanship he excelled in. Here, he was on top of his game.

But she'd rather wanted him mad with passion, thrusting into her like a fiend. Dammit, good thing she wasn't a man. She would have sported an erection the size of a lamp post by now.