Ugh. I'm scared of publishing this. Haha. This was inspired by my headcanons regarding the night Bigby and Snow did the do and conceived an adorable little pack of cuties. Non-explicit because I'm super awkward. I just love these two losers with all my heart.


Boy was she hot. Not that the weather was unseasonably warm, in fact the summer sun was going down and the afternoon was fading into evening. She was just… very hot. It had seemed like a great idea. God knows she needed a break. She did practically run the entire Fabletown community and it certainly took its toll on her, particularly since the whole "murder" of her sister, and her own accident at the Farm. She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when she decided it was time to get out of the city for a while, but it seemed like a very, very good idea. She also didn't feel right about going off on her own. It would only be polite to ask Bigby if he wanted to go too. He had been just as run off his feet in recent months as she had and she figured he too could use a break. He had of course, jumped at the opportunity. It did run through her head ever so briefly that vacationing with the Sheriff would get tongues wagging on account of the rumors about them that had been circulating through Fabletown ever since they attended the Remembrance Day Ball, but she was Snow Goddamn White and when did she ever care what people had to say about her? She was well aware of Bigby's feelings for her and she couldn't help but suspect that they were the reason he was so eager to go with her. She had suspected his feelings for years, but they were realized when he made them abundantly clear after tricking her into attending the ball with him. What she hadn't realized was the severity of her own suppressed feelings and she was beginning to realize them more and more as she sat on the tree stump watching the Sheriff pitch her tent. She'd always found him intriguing to say the least, and she'd felt indebted to him after he saved her from the Adversary's chain gang. She was proud of him for his constant efforts to reform himself and she counted him as one of her few friends. She even at times found herself attracted to him physically. He wasn't by any means unattractive. Unkempt, unreliable and unshaven perhaps, but beneath all that it was clear that he was ruggedly good-looking. That was evident as he hammered the tents stake into the ground, his arms strong and muscles rippling under his tight, tight shirt... Snow shook herself out of her reverie.

"I can pitch my own tent, Bigby." She pointed out, pushing her thoughts to the side.

"I know you can, Snow," he growled, "but I'm doing it for you."

Snow crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, "Why didn't you bring a tent?"

"Don't worry Princess," he replied, hammering another stake, "I'm more than comfortable getting back in touch with my natural habitat."

So he was going to be running around in wolf mode. Sometimes she forgot that was his natural state. For some reason, she felt a pang of disappointment.

"You're not going to be going total native on me the whole time are you?" she asked.

He stopped hammering and looked up at her, "Why did you invite me along anyway, Snow?"

Snow felt her heart pound and she shrugged innocently, "I figured you could use a vacation."

He raised an eyebrow as he went back to work on the tent.

Snow sighed. This was ridiculous. What had changed? She had cut him down time after time, whenever he expressed his feelings for her and now she was sitting across from him, her face burning, wishing he would just finish with the tent already. She had tried to dodge affection from anyone after she was so betrayed by Charming and Rose and her ordeal with the dwarves definitely left her reluctant to trust, so why was it that here, in the clean, fresh air, with the Big Bad Wolf did she feel so drawn to someone for the first time in centuries?

"Finished." He announced throwing down the hammer, "Better get started on a fire."

"I'll start on the fire." Snow said, pushing herself up off the stump, "You follow your nose and find us something to eat."

Bigby shrugged in agreement and stalked off into the woods to hunt. Snow needed some time by herself to get her head together. She collected some kindling as she gathered her thoughts. She mentally scolded herself. This was Bigby. Bigby Wolf. He was infatuated with her but she did not return his feelings. Did she? No. Whatever he felt for her was unrequited. Wait, was it though? Snow threw a heap of wood in a pile in frustration. This was ridiculous, had she been simply living in denial this whole time? Somehow, her head seemed to have cleared from her cautiousness and wall-building she did when it came to relationships and it felt like she was seeing clearly for the first time in a long time. But she'd pushed him away! She'd told him flat out she wasn't interested and now… boy, she was interested. He probably didn't want anything to do with her now though, not after she shut him down so blatantly. She mentally kicked herself as she got the fire going.

Bigby returned a while later with some fish from the lake and some berries and the two sat beside the fire cooking their humble meal. The flames licked into the air and golden embers flickered into the night sky like fireflies. The crackling sound of the fire was the only noise until Bigby broke the silence.

"I never saw you as being a camping kind of woman."

"I like to try new things." Snow replied.

"I kind of figured you were more into dinner parties and ballgowns." There was a hint of bitterness in his voice.

"Don't patronize me." Snow snapped, "You don't know everything about me."

"I know more than you think." Bigby retorted, "I know when you're scared and I know when you're happy, not that it's often, and I know when you're angry, which you are now. I know when you miss your sister and I know when you have nightmares about the Homelands."

Snow shook her head disapprovingly, "You sound like a stalker."

Bigby tapped his nose, "Heightened senses. I also know you don't hate me as much as you like to pretend."

Snow noticed with sly, half-grin he was trying so hard to suppress, "What on earth are you talking about?"

"You can shoot me down all you want, Miss Nibbs, no amount of icy glares and snide comments are going to stop me from sensing that you've thought about it."

Snow couldn't say anything. He was spot on. But she didn't want him to know that.

"I think you've gotten your signals crossed, Sheriff." She chided, defensively.

Bigby turned to her and raised an eyebrow, "I don't think so."

They ate their dinner in silence, but a clear tension was building between them. Snow was ready to rip his head off for being so insufferable, but at the same time, she was ready to rip his shirt off and tell him to ravish her in the tent. This was not a feeling she had been used to.

Once their dinner was gone, Bigby stood to his feet and began striding off into the woods, "I better let you get some beauty sleep."

"Wait." The word was out of her mouth before she even had time to think about it.

He turned to face her, "What?"

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Find somewhere to set up for the night. Cave, bush, somewhere."

Snow's eyes flickered to the dirt beneath her feet. Her heart was racing. She wanted him bad, and she knew he could probably tell. She also knew he'd wanted her as well. Whether it was the cool night air, or the ambient glow of the fire, she figured, what the hell? She was a strong woman and she knew how to get what she wanted and something within her finally allowed her to admit that standing in front of her in all his glory, was exactly what she wanted. "Why don't you just stay here?"


Ugh! They gonna do the nasty!

I hope you like this thing. I'll be going now. *Run away cackling into the night*

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