When she showed up in his office, one thing could not escape his attention. She had her hair down. It was very doubtful that she would take fashion advice from him, so she must've been flirting with him. It was… unexpected. Last night they fucked, but this was more touching. He stared in awe for a moment, until he snapped out of it, hoping that she didn't notice, but she probably did.
"There was an official complaint made about you" she said.
"That wife beater? Fuck him." He took a puff and went back to filling in a report from yesterday, describing the very same event.
"No, it's from today. You were called for a bar fight, but then you started beating on someone." Snow stated matter-of-factly.
Oh, this thing. "I only punched him once and he fell back."
"And why did you do that?" she said without changing expression.
Should he lie? Better no, he was out of ideas to cover for that anyway. "He called you a bitch."
He could see that it made her mad, but she was keeping composure.
"Bigby, don't get defensive of me" she accused him.
"I'm not getting defensive of you, I always was defensive of you, you only now noticed." He didn't think that through very well, as it was possible that it only made her even more upset.
She sighed. "How long are you working today?" Okay, so he was forgiven.
"Don't know."
"Something important?" She was calmer now.
"Not that important."
"Then finish this and I'll see you." She left the office and closed the door behind her.

She was very ready for him and she didn't want to wait. They did it in the anteroom with clothes on, except for her skirt, it had to go. It was how she wanted it, she led him to press her body against the wall and asked him to fuck her after almost no foreplay.
If he had a say, he would do it differently, but maybe she was bored of being eaten out. Still, he was not complaining, seeing her body move up and down while he fucked her standing was an exceptional experience. And when it happened so fast, it was easier for him to keep it up long enough to get her to the second orgasm. He made it his point of honor to not just leave her with one. Maybe he could get her to have more? But that was more probable during cunnilingus.
"Since when do you wear your hair like that to work?" he asked while getting rid of the used condom.
"Since today, thanks for noticing." She got her clothing back in order and went to the bathroom.
Should he leave already? Or was she counting on the second round? Maybe she will tell him when she's out of the bathroom, in the meantime he might as well go to her bedroom to throw the piece of trash they made into the bin. It surely wasn't the only bin, but he wasn't going to look for any other, it wasn't his apartment.
"So you want me out of here or do you want me for more?" he asked when he heard Snow coming out of the bathroom.
"Stay for more," she answered. "Do you want to drink something? I have a lot of alcohol I never drink."

It has been a long time since he had wine and a very long time since he had good wine. This was the best wine he ever had, and not only because he was having it with Snow. But it certainly was an added value.
"Seriously though, you can't walk around punching people for offending me."
They were seated on the same couch they used for some other stuff a day before.
"If I stop now that will seem suspicious" he answered and took a sip.
"But why did you start?" Good question. Not one he wanted to hear, but a good question.
"Because people are so..." He paused. "They tell stories that aren't real. It pisses me off." He wasn't actually drunk at all, but he hoped he could blame speaking incoherently on alcohol.
"Oh, so you are actually beating people for pissing you off?" She got him there.
"No, it counts as being stupid." But he could play this game.
"I guess pissing you off is not the smartest move." She rolled her eyes. "Still, just stop doing that, I know what they're all saying and they won't stop, but they can maybe stop gossiping about us at least, if you stop giving them reasons to believe the rumors."
"Yhm" he agreed and went back to drinking.
"Really, Bigby, I'm used to it. I know people are fucking stupid" she said after a moment of silence. He would assume she'd be more upset talking about this, or more mad at him, but no, she was calm.
"You won't tell me you're fine with it. You're not. Half the shit people say about me isn't true as well, but the difference is that you're innocent. And what they say is beyond disgusting."
She looked at him, "you know, if you think of me as a delicate flower who has never been anything but a victim that isn't true either." Sure, but like… compared to him…
„Have you ever killed anyone?" he asked.
„Yes. Seven people." Oh. Okay. So that's how it ended.
"Did you enjoy it?"
She looked down, then back at him. "Greatly."
He liked that.
"You killed them with cold blood, seeing fear in their eyes, one by one…"
"Yes" she answered and took a sip of wine.
"After a chase and some fight to give them hope that you know is an illusion, maybe even made them beg, only to show them no mercy…" He could not deny that it was exciting to think about this side of her.
"More or less." She was a bit disoriented. He recognized he was talking to himself.
"At least that's how I would've done it." He tried to keep his excitement to himself, as something to think about later.
He knew she was fearless and independent and he was into it, very much, but this new information only made him fall even deeper in love. And it was hot. Just hot. It did make him a bad person to find killing in revenge with cold blood sexy, but he did. To be fair, he never said he wasn't a bad person.
"That's what you liked about it?" The question came. "Power?"
He never asked himself that. He was just doing what felt good. "I guess."
They drunk in silence for a moment.
"You know why I really wanted this?"
"No." That much was true.
She emptied her glass. "I was always taken power over… sexually and otherwise. You on the other hand… you're the opposite of that." Well, he could disagree with this notion. One person had all the power over him. "So I thought that maybe if I could have something, you know, on my terms, it could be good for me. I don't expect it to make much sense for you." In some way it did. But he would never think about it if she didn't tell him.
"And are you satisfied with what you got?"
"It's different than I expected." Was that a euphemism?
"Different how?"
He managed to make her blush. "You know."
"I don't." Was he pushing it?
"You seem like someone who would be more dominant." She blurted out.
This was very surprising. And completely opposite to what he assumed she wanted. And what he wanted. Part of him wanted to say he will do it differently from now on, but the other part of him… Didn't want to.
"So you're disappointed?"
She turned to him. "No, I didn't say that."
"But is it true?"
"No, it's not." She was getting annoyed.
It wasn't the best idea to drag it, but he was dragging it anyway. "But would you want me to be different?"
"I don't know. I have nothing to compare. It's just different than I expected." Consciously or not, she went into her official tone. Even if she still had something more to say, he got to a wall, this conversation was over.
"If you're mad at me, I can just go."
"I'm not mad." She looked at him. "But if you're looking for excuses to go, I'm not gonna hold you here against your will."
What was she talking about? "I'm not… "
"Do you want to stay?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Then stay." She put aside the glass and moved closer to him. So he put his glass aside too.
She leaned over, lying her head on his collarbone and he embraced her, almost instinctively. Next thing he knew they were kissing and she moved her legs to the coach, placing her tights on his lap. They had sex maybe twenty minutes ago, but he already started to miss her soft skin and silky hair under his hands, the taste of her lips, the warmth of her body so close to his own. And her smell.
This position granted him easy access to her tights and hips, so he took advantage of it. Touching her through the clothes at first, and then sliding his hand under her skirt to finally put it on her buttock. With his other hand he was unbuttoning her top. It was nice to get sex just after opening the door, but he missed seeing her naked body.
Her bra was the color that could be flesh-like on some other woman, but her skintone was way lighter. He decided he wanted to undress her quickly this time, he had a desire to marvel at her perfect shapes. While he was sliding off her stockings, she unhooked her bra and it made him smile, when he noticed. She spared him humiliation again.
"Carry me to bed."

He was still surprisingly clothed while he was removing the rest of her clothes until she was completely naked, but he didn't feel the need to undress now, as all he dreamed of was to go down on her.
"You really like that" she stated as he was very obviously kissing his way down.
"I love it."
"Wait a second." She moved back on the bed to get to her bedside table. She took out a smooth pink silicone vibrator from the drawer. "Try with this." Before she gave it to him, she turned it on and set it for interchanging weaker and stronger vibrations.
She was wet enough, partly from their previous encounter, so he slowly slipped it inside. It gave him less space and less possibilities, but he wasn't going to whine about it. Bigger problem was psychological in nature: he preferred making her come all by himself, as it was doing more for his ego, but he swallowed his pride.
During sucking her clitoris he too could feel vibrations, which was something new and weird. He's never done it like this. But he was adapting. Pretty soon he took control over vibrator and started moving it in accordance with his own motion. It worked better for her and it made him feel better about himself, as he wasn't being replaced completely.
When she came, he didn't stop. He was trying to get her to have three orgasms. He quite liked the idea, as it gave him more time to enjoy the exquisite taste and smell of her pussy. If she wanted him to, he could stay down there for an hour.
He could tell she was surprised when he didn't stop after the second time she came, but it seemed like she quickly understood what he was trying to achieve.
The problem with his plan was that now her body started to react differently, less intensely. She was relaxed, but could it still happen? Maybe. It was worth a try.
So he kept trying.
But after a few minutes she spoke. "It's not going to happen, you can rest already."
He seated himself, turned the vibrator off and slowly put it out of her vagina.
"Give it to me, I need to wash this."
When she went to the bathroom, he again did not know if he should just go now or stay. So again he waited for her.
"Sorry about that, someday I will get you to three times."
She looked at him with compassion. "Bigby, in about twenty four hours you've made me come eight times, what are you sorry for?"
"Not making it nine?"
Snow joined him on the bed. She was still naked, he was still fully clothed. "Why do you like it so much?"
"Making you come?"
"No, I know you like being proud of yourself, I meant oral sex."
"Um… hm." He looked away to consider her question. "I like the feeling, but mostly the smell. I don't know, I just like it." The problem with being in love with such an intelligent woman was that she kept asking him good questions.
"And how do I smell?" Like nothing else in this world.
"It's like describing colors to a blind man."
"I have a sense of smell."
"Not like mine." It would be best if she just let it go. He looked at her hard nipples. "Aren't you cold?"
She smiled amused. "So you have your super senses, but you can't tell whether I'm cold or horny?"
"You're not that horny anymore, because you've just come to the point of sexual satisfaction, but still a bit horny. As for cold, I don't know, I barely know when it's cold. Happy?"
"Still, it's unfair, in this time I only made you come three times."
"You want to fix that?"
"Yes, but I'll need to disappoint you, I don't think I can make you come five times in a row." Wanna bet?
"I'm fine with whatever I can get."
"Then get undressed, I want to stare at you too."
He stood up and took all of his clothes off while she looked. It felt a bit awkward, but then she was sitting there naked.
He sat next to her. "So what do you want to do, return the favor?"
She blushed again. "Not really, I'm not comfortable with this. Maybe someday. I just can't." This was interesting.
"Fine, but what's the problem?"
"It's… " She was hesitant. "You know, when a man goes down on a woman, he's a good lover, but when a woman gives head, it's humiliating."
"You really think that?"
"It's not about what I think" she said with a voice devoid of emotion.
"Then who thinks that?"
"Everyone," she answered immediately, turning to him. So he was right before. She really did care. Very deeply.
He was dragging something he maybe shouldn't, again. "But we're not telling anyone about what we're doing. And I don't think that."
She sighed and looked away at the window. "You say that to get what you want, but you will think of me differently."
"But do you want to do that?"
"It doesn't matter." She still wasn't facing him.
"Why?"
"You won't get it."
He decided to give up. "Fine, do whatever you want. I'm not talking you into anything."
"Okay" she said and looked back at him. He felt her hand touching his half-hard penis and with every second he was getting closer to regaining the full erection.
He liked looking at her hands. Just in general. She had always manicured long red nails and her fingers seemed so delicate. He especially liked looking at her hands while she was stroking his dick. When he thought about it, maybe there was something in what she said before. Them having sex did change how he looked at her. He was thinking about it as more of a problem for him than for her, but maybe he just didn't consider her perspective enough.
But the thing was, it made him see her in a different light and know her better. It didn't make him lose respect for her. He couldn't really imagine that happening.
While he was focused on how good her touch felt, it took him by surprise when she bent down and put the tip of his dick in her mouth. He really did not expect it to happen, But he really, really liked it. She was touching him with her teeth maybe too much, but he couldn't care any less.
She stopped for a moment to say: "Tell me, when you're close."
Okay, so she was legitimately giving him a blowjob. She didn't just do it to try if it was fine with her. Or she did, but decided it was.
None of it mattered, the only thing that mattered now was her soft and warm tongue and lips. She wasn't taking it deep, she was more playing with it. Licking it, sucking, touching it additionally with her hand. He loved every moment of it. He didn't know how long it took before she started to move her hand faster, bringing him closer to the edge, as he lost the ability to grasp the concept of time.
It was too good to be true. He had trouble believing it was actually happening. He suggested it, but he didn't think she would really do it. This was beyond his imagination. Literally, even when he entertained the idea of them having sex, he never thought about it, seemed too far out of reach. So yes, she was at least partly right, because he would surely never forget how she looked like doing this. That much he knew. And he knew that she most probably liked what she was doing too, because she was getting aroused. Last thing he knew was that it would be over soon.
"I'm close," he said.
She put his penis out of her mouth and grabbed it harder in her hand to finish him off. She was successful.
He took a tissue from the bedside table and she went to the bathroom again to wash her hand. Did she have tissues in this room last night? He could not remember.
He washed himself too and came back to the bedroom, to clothe himself if nothing else.
"This was great" he kissed her. "Sorry for getting your clothes all over the house."
"It's fine."
"So was it as good for you as it was for me?" he asked half-jokingly.
"Twice as good." He didn't think so, but who knows.
"But are you really okay with it? I'd hate to…"
"I am fine, but if you ever make any remarks about it outside of this apartment or tell any living soul about it, I'll kill you."
And why did this promise only make him smile.