For the next few days he was trying very hard to not behave weird around her, to not seem like anything changed between them, knowing that it was exactly what she wanted. He even tried putting effort into not looking at her. Okay, even normally it took some effort for him to not stare at her too much, but now it was more important, because it could make her mad. He waited silently for her to invite him over. It was obvious for both of them that she was gonna call all the shots and he was gonna adjust to her will.
Not talking about it was different than not thinking about it though. And he was thinking a lot about it. 'A lot' meaning all of the time. Remembering every detail of her body and overthinking everything she said. Coming to the conclusion that she will surely invite him for the next time and that she will never want to see him again interchangeably. But he bought condoms in case.
Talking to her was the hardest part. He couldn't be too nice, because it could make her think he has misunderstood something between them, but he didn't want to be rude either, because the fact was, he was still trying to get into her good graces. He liked thinking it was in some way uneasy for her as well.
It took three days for her to come into his office while he was out patrolling and leave a note saying "Meet me at 8" on his desk. Pretty clever, it looked like it could be about a morning meeting. He had some work planned that night, like writing a report on the house fight he was called for earlier, but he could do it the next day as well.

He guessed right that Snow would prefer him not to knock and pressed the handle – the door was open. He located her in the living room, sitting with crossed legs on the couch directly in front of him, still in her work clothes, looking in his eyes. There was something seductive in the way she looked at him, something he didn't ever see in her eyes and he wasn't sure whether she was doing it on purpose or not.
Without saying anything he took place next to her.
"What did you do?" she asked, taking his right hand into hers, looking at his bloody knuckles.
"Is that an official or private question?" She gave him a look. "I was called for a fight. A guy had a splendid idea of attacking me, when I politely asked him to not beat his wife. Did you invite me here for a report?"
Instead of giving an answer she sat on his lap, legs on both sides of his body, and started kissing him. He was ready for it to be amazing, but something wasn't right.
He broke the kiss "Is this silver?" he asked pointing at her jewelry with his jaw. His hands stayed on her waist. "Beautiful, but could you take it off?"
"Sorry. I forgot I was wearing it." She quickly took off necklace and earrings and put them on the coffee table behind her.
They could go back to kissing now. Her skin felt even smoother than he remembered. It was like soft marble. He discovered he definitely liked making small pauses between kisses to look at her face, best view in the world, smudged makeup or not. But there was one thing he greatly missed from his last visit – now she had her hair up. He allowed himself the freedom of finding the hairclip and letting it down. He had no idea where to put the hair clip now, but she took it from him and placed it next to the jewelry.
"You look so unbelievably beautiful with your hair down." She knew, obviously, but she hadn't heard it from him before. Actually, he's never told her that he finds her beautiful. It was understood, but never said.
Now he could put his hand in her hair while moving it off her face. It was so soft and pleasant to touch. He wanted to bury his face in it and indulge in its smell, but from all he knew it was considered creepy, so he stopped himself.
With one hand she was playing with his tie, while the other one was under his shirt, wandering over his stomach. She had cold hands, but he didn't care, he barely felt the cold. She was putting her hands on him, so he decided he was allowed the same and started unbuttoning her white top. Did she read his mind and found out that he wanted her to wear something like this last time?
When her light blue bra was exposed, he started kissing her neck and breasts. In the position they were in, her chest was even more accessible to him than her mouth. Soon his tie was gone and she unbuttoned his shirt too.
"Aren't you uncomfortable in this skirt?" he asked. It was a cheap way of getting it off of her, but at least it wasn't unfounded, pencil skirts probably weren't designed with whatever they were doing right now in mind.
She moved from his lap, took her shoes off, unzipped her skirt and lay on her back, knees bent, head placed on the armrest opposite to the one on his side.
"You do it" she said.
He took a second to memorize how she looked in messed up work clothing which even at the moment he thought was a bad idea. He knew he would recall the picture every time he saw her wearing something remotely familiar. He couldn't stop himself. Her skirt landed on the floor and she was left in an unbuttoned shirt, matching underwear and black see-through stockings. Her hair was spread on a violet couch armrest. If there could be anything more sexy, he was yet to see it.
The couch wasn't as well equipped for making out as the bed was, so when he moved his body on hers, finding a way to support himself to not weigh on her wasn't as simple. But he wasn't complaining. Right now he wasn't unclothing her further, he was just enjoying being snuggled up with her with his mouth kissing every bit of her exposed skin. At one moment she expressed the desire to take off his shirt, so he moved back to let her and then took her shirt off as well. He recalled when she said she wanted them to fuck because of his abs, as she was clearly into the view. He noticed that the hidden beneath body hair scar on the left side of his chest grabbed her attention, she surely recognized what it was, but she said nothing about it.
"Maybe you want to be on top?" he asked. He liked the idea of her being in charge. It could be just like work.
"No" she answered and pulled closer the body hovering over her. Under him or above him, she was always in charge. They started kissing again until he decided he actually missed the sight of her naked breasts.
"Okay, so now I can try unhooking your bra or you can save us both time."
With a slight smile she took her bra off herself and was left topless in front of him. He was as amused by the view as he was the last time and honestly he was sure he would never be bored of even just looking at her naked body. And the way it felt to touch her delicate skin, make her nipples hard from arousal and see the delight in her eyes... heavenly pleasure.
But as incredible as it was, it would be a lie to say there was nothing better. Best thing in the world obviously was going down on her. He was curious if this time she would let him get her to an orgasm this way or would she again prefer it as a foreplay. He moved his hand onto her underwear and could feel the wetness through lace. From her smell he knew she was getting m9re and more wet during their meeting, but feeling it on his fingers still surprised him somehow. He still could not believe it really was an effect he was having on her.
Inspired by his action, she unbuckled his belt, undid his fly and started touching him through the material of his underwear with her manicured hand. Fuck, previously he was so focused on her pleasure it didn't even occur to him that she might do something for him too and now he was so consumed by her touch he could barely concentrate on what he was doing or planning on doing before. She could see that and was proud of herself. Right when he thought he regained his consciousness, she moved her hand under the material and began stroking his already hard dick. In some way it felt even better than putting it in her vagina, or at least it had a stronger effect on him. His brain kind of stopped working.
"I'm sorry, I wanted to eat you out, but then you started doing this and I forgot what I was doing" he managed to mumble into her ear.
"Okay…" she said and took her hand out of his pants. It was some way to go about it, at least now he got a clear message. He moved back to take her panties off, but left the stockings on.
"We won't fit in this way, sit down" he said and stood up.
She sat with her crotch positioned on the edge of the couch, so he could access it after moving the glass coffee table and kneeling down in front of her. He started with his hand. It was kind of funny he was fingering Snow White with the same hand he used to punch perpetrator of domestic violence a few hours before.
When he started eating her out his mind still kept wandering to the moment when she was holding his dick in her hand and he thought that maybe they could still go back to that later. Remembering what she told him last time, he kept his fingers inside, lightly and slowly moving them, in hope that it would be enough for her to get two orgasms in a row again. This time it felt a bit different. As the days of her cycle were going by, the taste and smell changed, but it wasn't better or worse, just not the same. There was a small change in her reactions as well, slight and unnoticeable to a human, but he was able to observe how her body was experiencing arousal in different ways. He felt honored to gain this knowledge about her and was eager to learn more.
He moved his free hand to her tight, embracing and caressing it. God, there wasn't any part of her body that wasn't impossibly perfect. He could not understand how someone could not only look this beautiful, but also have the most amazing smell he ever experienced. Nothing even came close to it. It was attractive and soothing at the same time, he could spend hours just taking it in and he would still want more.
This time it took longer than before, but he didn't even think about giving up. Sucking her clit, moving his tongue around it in circles, licking it slower and faster, he was having the time of his life. If it was going to take a bit longer, it was hardly bad news for him. When she came, he greatly enjoyed every little shiver of her body, but didn't stop for a moment. Instead he focused more on fingering her. He wasn't sure if it was going to work, but no risk, no reward. And she didn't tell him to stop, so it probably worked like he planned. He couldn't ask now anyway.
In a minute he gained certainty that indeed it was working, as her orgasm started to build up. He increased the pace to meet her needs. Her second orgasm was weaker, but it happened, so he could sleep peacefully at night. After his job was done, he wiped his face and came back to the couch, proudly looking at her relaxed body.
"You know, you played yourself, you can't fuck me right now, because it's all oversensitive down there." She looked at his face.
"I'd be more than happy with a handjob, if you're up for it."
She considered it for a moment, but then asked him to get rid of his clothes. She moved closer to him, close enough for him to embrace her waist. She put her right hand on his penis and spread precum over the head.
"I'm not good at this," she said.
"I'm sure it will be fine." He literally could not imagine how it could go wrong. Just her touching it at all was doing a lot for him.
She was being very gentle when she started to stroke, which was nice and all, and he enjoyed it for some time, but was yearning to feel something more intense.
"You can grab it harder."
"Show me, how you do it" she answered and removed her hand. So he did just that. "This looks like it hurts."
"It doesn't."
She continued and it was way better now. One part of him wanted to keep marveling at her for future reference and the other wanted to close his eyes and focus on the pleasure. Anyway, It was a given that soon he was going to come and this beautiful moment was going to end. He wanted to make it last longer, but he didn't want her to get bored of it either, so he didn't drag it out too much.
"I'll get cleaned up" she said as warm sperm dripped down the length of his penis to his tight and her hand. Well, that was something to remember. In some ways it was better when he was doing it by himself, but if he could have it only this way for the rest of his life, he would gladly take it.
When she came back from the bathroom and handed him a tissue, she had perfectly clean hands. He took the tissue and wiped everything before he went to the bathroom to clean himself properly.
"So, you want me out of your apartment now or do you want to wait until it's hard again?" he asked while turning off the bathroom light.
"How soon can you go again?"
"In fifteen minutes?" He never measured, but that should be about right.
"Stay. But I'm cold, let's go to bed." He went back to the living room only to take condoms from the pocket of his pants.

She took off the stockings he had previously left on, probably for the sake of comfort. Fully naked she got under the blanket. The bedding was different than the one they were fucking on last time, she must've changed it like she said she was going to. He joined her and embraced her body. She wasn't opposed to it. It surprised him, but she snuggled under his arm and lay her head on his chest.
"You have a very hot body. You know, in both meanings."
"And your hands are cool as ice."
"I know. Feet too." She touched his leg with her foot under the covers. She was telling the truth.
Actually, lying in bed with her like that was better than sex for him, but he wasn't going to tell her that.
"That is cold." He took her hands into his. "Better?"
"Yeah." She looked at his bloody knuckles again. "How often do you beat people?"
"Depends."
"On what, if they piss you off?" Was her opinion of him that low?
"If they're stupid."
"Meaning?"
"If they attack me. Or someone else in my presence. And you know when it happens, from my reports."
"However this sounds, I always assumed you were not giving me the whole truth." So what, she decided to jerk him off to get him to confess to his abuses of power? "Were you going to report on that?" She looked at his hand again.
"I was going to call it resisting arrest."
"That's exactly what I was talking about." He let go of her hands and started caressing her body.
"Do you really think it is wrong to punch someone washed out of decency to the point when he could not stop beating on his wife even when I showed up?"
"I didn't say that. And if you think I agree, then why did you plan on hiding it from me?" Good question. He took a moment to consider it.
"When you find out, there's always this disdain and it doesn't change anything anyway, so what should I tell you about this for?"
"For the sake of transparency. I should know when you hit people on the job. And it's not disdain, I'm just worried if it's always the best way."
"Because you don't trust me, I know. And you probably wonder if bringing me to the Fabletown wasn't the worst idea you've ever had." His sight unconsciously landed on the scar on his heart.
"No, I don't!" She moved her head up to look at his face. "You really think I regret bringing you here?"
"Probably. I don't know. I think you're ashamed of me, so obviously you needed this to be a secret." He was more and more certain he wasn't going to get laid now. And he only had himself to blame. Why did he even start saying this?
She put her head down again "That's not…" She sighed. "Bigby, I think you don't understand some basic things, like that I'm a woman and you're a man. Which means that if people find out about this, they will congratulate you and call me names, undermine my authority and who knows what else. It's not about you."
"The rumor about us having an affair is old enough to drive now, so I don't really get how much worse it can get, but your call, I won't tell anyone."
"It's different if it's a rumor. What, were you hurt?" she looked in his eyes again.
He didn't answer.
"Were you?"
"A bit."
"Oh, I didn't know that." She moved her face over his and he kissed her. He was done with talking for now.