This is just a little continuation of ideas I had over at Nightcall. I'm not sure how much more I should explore these ideas or not, but I hope you like this other peek at them.

There was no rhyme or reason to it; Snow considered this as she stood at the sheriff's door, waiting eagerly for a response. She realized her excuses were wearing thin and Bigby was sure to be skeptical.

It had been a hard day. Not just busy, but one of those days where everything she did had turned out wrong. From pulling too hard and breaking a shoelace on her new oxford heels in the morning, to forgetting a meeting she should have prepared for days ago, to making the wrong calls and getting chewed out by both her constituents and her boss, it just hadn't been her day at all.

Earlier, she had bumped into the sheriff as she was walking down the hallway from the business office. He had been curiously quiet, hiding in his office for most of the day. He probably could tell that it wasn't a good time to get into it. He had made a sheepish grin before looking away, but she stopped and said hello. His few kind words were enough to get her through the day…and now she was here.

His door finally opened and Snow peeked inside, tilting her head curiously. Bigby's dull eyes lit up as they met hers.

"What are you doing here, Boss?"

His voice was rough and warm and she could smell his sweet musk immediately. Boss. She loved it when he called her that.

"Can I come in?"

Bigby's eyes narrowed, almost in suspicion, at his superior standing at his doorstep. A small smile crept across his face though, and he stood back to open the door.

Walking in, Snow took a glance around the room, trying to interpret the sheriff's current lifestyle. The take-out boxes were gone, but they were replaced by bottles of beer that scattered his table. It seemed like he had more time on his hands than usual.

"How are you doing? Can I get you anything?"

Snow turned around on her heels, smirking at his politeness. Bigby stood by the door and kept his hands in his pockets, casually.

"I'm a little hungry, but something tells me you've got nothing in that fridge."

He nearly blushed as he passed his hand through his hair, pulling it back from his face and walking towards his kitchen. "Did you want to go get something?"

"Maybe later." She took a few steps closer and stretched her arm coyly.

"How'd it go today? You seemed pretty drained when I saw you."

The smile on her face disappeared for a moment, but returned quickly, "I got a good dose of people yelling at me today. That's okay though…I messed up."

Concern played on his features and they were both silent for a few moments. Snow closed her eyes and sighed, stretching her shoulder once more in exaggeration.

"Do you think you could give me a shoulder rub? I've just got so much tension."

His boyish eyes widened and he hardly seemed to consider it before nodding straightaway.

"Yeah…yeah, sure. Do you want me to—?"

She waved her long fingers towards his ratty armchair, "Why don't you just sit down and I'll take a seat in front of you?"

Bigby paused before obliging, sitting down and relaxing as he normally would. Snow watched him eagerly before she turned from him and sat down in the same chair, in between his knees. He reached forward and relaxed his calloused hands on her shoulders. Snow's porcelain neck tilted as he started to rub deliciously into her. He was nervous; she could tell that much, but he gained confidence as he rubbed firmer and more consistently into her shoulder blades. Her constant inner monologue was quieting, and the inhibitions she held were beginning to melt away.

As he worked on making her comfortable, Snow took a deep breath and straightened her back suddenly. His hands stopped their motion, and Snow slid herself back towards Bigby, letting her body rest against his chest. She tilted her head so she could feel his hot neck and scruff against her supple skin. Bigby's breathing hitched in his throat and Snow smiled privately at his reaction.

"I've been thinking about this since I saw you today."

Bigby released his hot breath from its hold, causing her skin to dimple. "Really?"

She nodded and pushed further back against him, her long neck lolling on his shoulder. He gave a small grunt of surprise and Snow's smile widened.

"You must have had a rough day."

"It was rough. But I'm here now."

"Did you come here to order me around?"

Snow smirked and pushed back against him once more, drawing another sigh from him. "Is that okay?"

He almost laughed, "You know it is."

"Good."

She took one ruby tipped fingernail and pointed to the side of her neck closest to him. As per usual, he leaned his face down and grazed her neck with his lips. He took deep, heavy drags of her scent, his hot breath cascading down her neck and chest and electrifying the rest of her body. She pushed against him impatiently, and he took that as a cue to finally bite down softly on her skin. He grazed his teeth against her flesh and Snow let out her first moan of the night. Her body bucked against him, and it was time that she guided his arms around her waist. He followed precedent carefully and only acted when she directed him to. His arms gripped her tightly to his body and his breathing was becoming more intense.

At the height of his yearning, Snow stopped her movements. Bigby took her action as a sign to stop his immediately, and she patted him on the knee for being so quick.

She stood up from the armchair, and did not turn to face the sheriff. Looking forward, Snow removed her jacket and tossed it on his dining chair, and unbuttoned her blouse slowly. She could feel every part of Bigby's gaze and relished in taking her time as she pulled her shirt away from her arms. With a final snap, her bra came undone and Snow's nude back was exposed at last. She kept her skirt and her heels on, and straightened her waistline above her hips.

Turning on her feet, her eyes met with the sheriff's again. He watched her face carefully, and his breathing became shallow. She stood for a few moments before crawling back on top of the seat, placing Bigby in-between her knees. He lowered himself in his chair and let Snow take over. At first, she only moved on top of him, slowly, and they shared sweet silence. It wasn't long before she grabbed onto his hands and placed them upon her waist. They gripped her tightly, but he didn't move to guide her motions. He always let her be in control. Snow lifted herself above him and undid his belt in a few swift motions while her skirt was being pushed higher and higher. She patted his shoulder and motioned with her finger for him to sit up and be closer with her now, and he did so promptly. He sat up and their bodies meshed as he held her with his arms around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him towards her chest. With a few small adjustments, their bodies finally connected. A gasp escaped her red lips and her head lolled back. The sheriff sat forward and moved against her, creating friction and rhythm and causing Snow to finally relax her body around him. He held her up loyally and supported her every muscle.

The motions and biting and breathing continued until they reached a crescendo of sounds and sensations. Snow's eyes opened as she gazed into the cracked ceiling above her, feeling only open sky as she whimpered her final moans.

Collapsing into the chair, Snow nuzzled her face into Bigby's chest and smiled in satisfaction. He held her loosely in his arms, giving her a small peck on her forehead as they relaxed in exhaustion. She allowed herself a few minutes of continued warmth, but she eventually she sat up and pulled herself away.

Bigby was still catching his breath, and his voice nearly cracked when he spoke, "You don't gotta go, you know. We could get that bite to eat…if you're still hungry."

Snow glanced down at the sheriff as she buttoned her powder-blue blouse. His eyes were big and sweet, but she shook her head softly.

"I really should go home. Thanks for the help, though."

Bigby gave a small laugh and shrugged and Snow could tell that he was perplexed. That was okay though, because she was, too.

Brushing her hand through her hair, Snow reached to Bigby's door once more and turned to wave, "I'll see you tomorrow, sheriff."

He smiled and waved back but stayed in his chair as he watched her leave. Snow closed the door quietly, and she walked back up to her apartment with little tension in her shoulders.