Some time after Snow became the deputy mayor she started the tradition of weekly security briefings which consisted of him sitting on her desk and annoying her with smoking while talking about all the shit he already has described in his reports. He did not really see the point, but didn't complain, any excuse to see her was fine in his books.
"Is that all, mister Wolf?" Snow put her pen down. She was always making notes, again, it was already written down in reports, but it seemed to be her way.
"Yes, we can go back to work." He stood up, ready to go back to his office. Work hours were over, but they both knew it meant nothing for them. As long as there was any work to do, they were working.
"This is work" she said, putting the note into a binder. "You might think it's useless, but a well organized structure tends to be repetitive."
"Sure." He took a puff.
"And one other thing… but maybe for later, could you see me in my apartment after eight?"
Well, that took him by surprise.
"Okay" he answered with a questioning look. She didn't say anything else.

"You're right on time" she said, opening the door. "Come inside." If he were a tiniest bit less observant, he wouldn't notice her checking if anyone saw him.
She wasn't wearing clothes he had seen her in the office today, but something more comfortable, still looking like a goddess.
"Nice apartment." It wasn't a lie, it sure looked rich and classy, even from the anteroom.
She ignored the compliment.
"Look, I wanted to ask you something, if you're not interested it's no big deal."
"I'm listening." He felt like smoking, but that would probably make her really mad.
She threw out: "Would you like to sleep with me from time to time?" Was it really happening? "Nothing serious, just casually," she added quickly.
He wanted to say something, but could not formulate an answer. He probably looked like something in his brain wasn't clicking.
"Like I said, if you're not interested…"
"Who says I'm not interested?" He heard himself say. Should he ask her why she wants to sleep with him now all of the sudden? Maybe better not, she would only think he's not fully into it.
"No one. So you are?" She clearly was nervous but earnest at the same time. It looked like it was indeed really happening.
"I sure am. I was just surprised." He was so used to hiding his real feelings around her it wasn't even hard to pretend to be normal about this.
"Great." She was still as nervous as before, was she second-guessing herself? She tried to look confident, but she smelled of fear. She had already said yes, but if she was so scared… He wanted to smoke even more now.
"Okay, I can smell that you are afraid, so maybe you want to rethink this." One part of him wanted to just take whatever he could get without any concern about anyone else, but the rest of him couldn't survive abusing Snow. Anyway if she in fact was going to turn back now, he already knew he would be looking back at this decision to say those exact words a lot.
"No, I'm stressed, but I know I want this." Would she change her mind, if he was to ask her if he could smoke here?
"Fine then. You want it tonight… or should I just go back to my place now?" He still could not believe he was talking logistics of fucking Snow White.
"You can stay…"

Her bedroom was as fancy as the rest of the apartment and he found himself as unfitting here as in any other room. Maybe even more.
Most of all he felt awkward. What should he do, wait for her to start something or did she expect him to take initiative? At least she was less and less afraid and started to smell a bit… excited.
He did not need to wait for an answer, because she closed the door, turned to him and placed her hands on both sides of his abdomen, while putting her face on his collarbone. He could feel her heartbeat, breath and warmth and it seemed like the fear had left her completely. He took her in his arms. Her waist and hips felt exactly as perfect as he always imagined her body to be. Moving his hands over her back he could appreciate her ideal figure even better. While he was focused on the feeling of her in his arms, Snow started unbuttoning his shirt, even though he still had his coat on. Things were moving faster than he would assume.
If it was meant to happen sooner or later anyway, he preferred to have their first kiss while they still had some clothes on. He put his right hand on the side of her head, burying it in her coal-black hair. She understood what he wanted to do and moved her head up to meet him. He wasn't that much taller than her, so it was easy to kiss her. Feeling of her lips on his was overwhelming and he got lost in it completely. Deep inside it was heartbreaking to know that it meant something else for her than for him, but he wasn't thinking about this problem now, actually he wasn't thinking much at all.
She got back to unbuttoning his clothes, but they did not stop kissing. It was a shame she wasn't wearing something with buttons too, because he had to stop the kiss for a moment to take her blouse off. Underneath she had a white lacy bra. At first he thought that maybe she wore something nice for him, but then it occurred to him that she probably was the kind of woman to wear lingerie everyday.
When he found himself shirtless and the kiss got deeper and more intense, he could admit it was doing something with him. Her hands kept wandering all over his abs and chest, so he came to the conclusion that touching her breasts through bra was not too much for now. The whole situation made him the most aroused he's ever been in his whole life. He was controlling himself, but the urges towards her he was denying himself for so long were coming to the fore. Her rosy, soft skin, warm lips and the smell of arousal were overcoming his senses and mind as if nothing more in this world existed.
Normally he would smoke like a chimney around her not only to dim out the city smells, but also to block hers specifically, because it was too good, too perfect, too alluring. Now he could guilt free indulge himself in it and it turned out she was much better at reducing his sensory overload than cigarettes.
He put his arms on her tights and she jumped onto him, so he could carry her to bed. He had nothing against fucking her on the rug, but she might've not like it, especially for their first time. He laid her down on the bed and got on top of her, but first took off his shoes, a man gotta have manners. In her eyes he saw excitement and joy with only a bit of nervousness. He has never seen her in such a good mood, she looked even more beautiful than usual. He wanted to tell her that, but decided not to, she might find it too… intimate? Relationshipy? It might scare her away. Yeah, good thing not scaring people away was his specialty.
Kissing her while lying between her legs was way better. And he could tell the feeling was mutual. Now he could feel her entire body under his and this kind of closeness made him lose himself completely in her presence again. He started kissing her neck and then cleavage, indulging in every small difference of the smell of her skin. It was so overconsuming he barely even noticed when she moved to undo her bra, to save him embarrassment, probably. And he was thankful for that.
Someone might think that he was guided by animal instinct, but it couldn't be farther from the truth. What he was doing was fully human – concealing his real desires as something else to get something he wanted. Or some part of something he wanted. Being human was all about hiding real intentions and playing pretend. Was it fair to her that he was… not on the same page as her? Well, it's not like she asked. She only asked if he wanted to sleep with her, to which he answered truthfully. And what does it matter anyway that he's in love with her, it never did.
He was aware that at this point she knew exactly that he had an erection. If she didn't, she probably wouldn't position her crotch to rub against it with their every move. She was really aroused now. The smell of her want was devouring his brain. Most of all he wanted to get into contact with the source of it. Was it too fast for her? Probably not, since she looked, sounded and smelled like she was begging for it. So he moved his hands to her waistband. There was no protest and her face was saying yes. He moved a bit to slide her pants and underwear at the same time off her smooth legs. And yes, her panties matched the bra. And were very wet.
She had some hair, black of course, around her crotch, but it wasn't much and it was shorter than he would expect. Was she removing it for herself? Or maybe for him? He was honored in advance. It's not like hair would be a problem, but to know she wanted to do something just for him was touching. Her labia was swollen, red and wet, dying to be kissed and licked by him, so that's what he started to do.
He loved going down on women, just generally speaking. There wasn't a woman he's had sex with whom he hadn't eaten out (this might also be because it's a rather short list, but the point still stands). Such close sensual contact was exactly his thing, so it was a no-brainer that going down on Snow was his ultimate fantasy. He wasn't disappointed by confrontation with reality, not at all. Only now he understood that previously he wasn't able to imagine how attractive her smell would be. And that now he will actually have something to miss.
Trying to figure out how she needed to be eaten out to come was easy for him. He could feel her pulse changing, her smell was telling too. He knew he wasn't going to humiliate himself.
It was going well, and he was pretty sure she was going to orgasm in maybe a minute, but then all of the sudden she stopped him, gently pushing his head away.
"I love what you're doing, but now fuck me."
"If a lady asks…" He wiped his face.
Why make her wait, if she knew what she wanted. He quickly finished undressing, this time she turned to the bedside table to pass him a condom.
"Here. No fable got pregnant in at least a decade, so I don't think that I will, but just in case."
What she was saying was obvious, but yet in the moment he forgot all about this key issue. And she was ovulating. He opened the package without saying a word and put the condom on feeling her gaze on his body. She was as ready for it as one can be. And him? She ruined his best shot at impressing her by making her come with his mouth, so now the chance of humiliation grew. But she couldn't be one of those women who don't ever come from vaginal sex if she asked him to fuck her instead of eating her out, right?
Anyway, he's not gonna pretend putting his dick in her didn't feel absolutely amazing, because it did. Added bonus was that he could now go back to kissing her, which he already started to miss. As well as her hands all over his body. He started slowly, observing closely her reaction, but she was so wet there wasn't even a slightest problem. She looked content and relaxed, which only emphasized how rare it was coming from her. She was overworked and stressed basically all the time.
It didn't escape his notice that she started to touch her clit while he was moving inside of her, increasing the pace slowly. No, she wasn't going to take it from him, she had all the time in the world to make herself come however she pleased, this one needed to count for him.
"Let me" he said and moved his right hand to replace hers, supporting himself on one arm.
She withdrew her hand with a slight smile.
"When I come, just keep going, with something inside I can come twice."
He kissed her earlobe in agreement.
Like before, it wasn't that hard for him to figure out what worked and what didn't, and this time she didn't interrupt him, so her first orgasm happened quickly. His problem was that now she has raised the bar to two, so he wasn't free from potential humiliation yet. He could still come too fast.
He was a highly magical creature of legendary strength, he surely could keep it up long enough to make her come for the second time, could he? He could, right? It was not that easy, taking into consideration that he was having sex for the first time in what felt like forever and with a woman he was really, really into. He needed to take his mind away from what was happening. It was stupid as fuck and he wasn't going to ever tell her about it, but he started going through multiplication table.
Around number seven she was finally ready to reach her orgasm. When it happened, he smiled proudly and didn't even think of hiding it. Not long after that he let himself come while looking at her satisfied face.
He moved his body from hers to the other side of the bed, lay on his back, removed the condom and tied it.
"Where can I dispose of this?"
She moved to a half-sitting position and pointed in the direction of the table on his side of the bed, to a small bin. Convenient.
So what now? Should he just get dressed and go back to his place like nothing happened?
"I always thought you'd be someone to smoke after sex." He heard her voice.
"I don't think I can smoke here" he answered to cover for the fact that he really didn't want to skip her postcoital smell. Especially when it was mixed with his own.
"I want to smoke. Can you teach me?" What, really?
"You never smoked?"
"No." Snow White naked, fucked by him and asking for a smoking lesson, it was too precious.
"Okay, but I smoke the worst crap on the market, just so you know."
"I need to wash the bedding anyway."
He got up to his coat for cigarettes and a lighter. On his way he gained certainty that she liked looking at his body. He felt very much on display, but he didn't mind. He could grab some clothes, but he decided not to, if she wanted to look, he was going to let her. He was never cold anyway.
"You have something for the ash?"
"On the table before you, it's for the candles, but I think it'll do." It looked pretty much like a metal plate, it should do fine.
He got back to where he was, half-sitting on the bed, lighted a cigarette and took a puff.
"It's easy, you need to suck the air in, keep it in your lungs for a bit and then exhale." He took another puff and passed her the cigarette and the plate in case some ash were to fall. Normally he was never that cautious.
It didn't go very well. She inhaled and then right after started to cough.
"God, this is awful."
He smiled at her. "It takes some getting used to." He took the cigarette from her and smoked without a struggle. "Wanna try again?"
She took the challenge. After the third try she was able to keep the smoke in for a bit.
"It's… No, it's awful. Take it from me." She passed the cigarette and plate to him and he finished it. "How bad do you have it that this is a better alternative?"
"Pretty bad." He looked at her. "Anyway, how did I do?"
"Unexpectedly good."
"Unexpectedly? I'm hurt."
"You know, men aren't known for… caring if a woman comes at all or not" she said, contemplating every word.
"So you thought I'd just take care of my business and leave?"
"More or less. I don't know. I thought you have good abs and even if it would go terribly, I'd have something to think about later."
"You know, I could've always said no." He gave her a look.
"Could you really?" Now she gave him a look. Was he that obvious? No, if he was, she wouldn't ask him here. He was overthinking it, she was just talking about her unmatched beauty.
Without being sorry for it he gazed at her whole naked body spread on the white bedding. "No," he admitted honestly.
"We understand each other that it stays between us, right?"
"Yeah." Obviously she would be ashamed of sleeping with him. He knew that from the start, but now it struck him.
He stood up and started putting his clothes on. "And you don't need to be stressed about anyone seeing me, I know if somebody's coming even when I'm smoking. See you in the office." And just like that he left.