As much as he wanted everyone to believe he was just a wolf and the human skin was nothing more than a costume, after so many years he himself had to accept that it wasn't true anymore. You can't live as something for that many centuries without becoming it in a way. By now he lived as a man longer than any mundy, and even if it was only a quarter (or something like that, he lost count of how old he was a long, long time ago) of his life, it was still a lot.
But when it came to how he felt about Snow White, he was a wolf to an annoying extent. He wished he could be more human about it, it would make everything easier. Wolves mate for life. And he has met a woman, who was the only one for him, he was quite sure of it. And they were together (in some way), so now he had to put effort into convincing himself to come to terms with reality that she was not, in fact, his partner.
Humans, they weren't good with commitments, or maybe they could be, but when they really wanted to. He had no choice, he was nothing but commitment. This could be a good thing, probably. But not right now. Right now it only made him suffer while pretending there was nothing between them in front of the others and when they were alone as well. He was not built for this kind of arrangement.
And the worst thing was that he really had to get over himself. So what that right now she was only seeing him and no one else, at any moment she could find someone she actually wanted for more than sex and dump him in a second. That's what he agreed to. He didn't think it was very probable, as for hundreds of years he had known her, she hadn't met anyone special and the dating pool was very limited, but it still could happen. And he could only watch.
He still had some faith, of course. He would leave this damned city if he didn't. But he started to doubt if all the fucking was actually a good sign or not. She thought he was hot, great, nice to know. But if she wanted to really date him, not just have him come over for some secret sex, she would just propose so instead, seemed to require less courage. If she felt anything for him, she wouldn't sentence herself to what he was going through. No, he used to think that maybe there was a possibility that his love was reciprocated, even if not fully, but now it was clear that it never was. All he dared to wish for now was that she will one day start to see him in a different light.
He had too much time to think. They spent a weekend together and it had its ups and downs, but overall it was amazing. Then he didn't think a lot, he just lived in the moment, focused on her company, talking, fucking, all the good stuff, now he was back in the real world, so unfortunately he started to wonder where it was going. They went back to work and not even three days went by since he left her apartment, three days of pretending he was never there, and it was already killing him.
He didn't even see her that much, they worked on different floors after all, but every time he did, he had to fight with an urge to embrace her, kiss her cheek, compliment her. She looked so astonishingly good, with her impeccable make-up, form-fitting dresses and loose, black hair falling gracefully on her shoulders, it was hard not to say anything. Especially when he could still smell himself from her. Being normal around her… this task was proving itself to only get harder and harder. Did she struggle with the memories of sex at least a little bit as well? Did she miss him? He hoped so.
In the midst of general overthinking he started to wonder if she got bored of him already. Maybe she just wanted to know what it would be like? Maybe he wasn't the only one? No, that was impossible, he would know. He always knew who was doing whom. If she was sleeping with someone else, it must've been when he was out of town, which did not happen often.
It quickly turned out, he was wrong. She was not actually bored of him. Or at least that's what he got from the way she said "see you" after visiting his office just to ask if he finished doing his finance for September. He did, and she knew about it, because he told her so on Monday. She did not have a short memory, so there was no way this was not on purpose.

The moment he closed the door of her apartment, she was there. In the same tight deep blue dress with turtleneck she wore to work and very horny. Even if he couldn't smell, he would tell, she was very obvious. He missed kissing her warm red lips so, so much. So soft, so her. The kiss ended faster than he would like, but he figured he had no right to complain, as it was only because she kneeled in front of him to unbuckle his trousers.
"Come in my mouth" she said and started blowing his dick. Coming here he knew he was about to get laid, but it was still unexpected.
She was clearly enjoying herself and she was more passionate with her movement than he was used to. Only now, when she made more and more successful attempts at deepthroating while putting his hands on her breasts, he understood how shy she was previously. He didn't know what spurred this change, but it was a welcome shift.
She took some time to delight in giving oral, he of all people understood, sucking in different ways, licking the tip, touching balls, finally fitting the whole length in her mouth, before she joined her hand to the combo for the finishing touch. Two weeks ago he wouldn't have even dared to imagine Snow White swallowing his cum, such an event seemed way too far out of reach, but here he was.
When she stood up to fix herself in the bathroom, she glanced up at his face for the first time since she went down on him. She looked like she was content but doing everything in her power to hide it. In this way he was different, he was always proud of a good head.
"This dress was an awful choice for that" she said back in the anteroom, passing him a tissue.
"Why?" he asked while cleaning smudges of lipstick from his dick.
"It's a turtleneck, with a bit of a cutout you wouldn't have to grab my chest through two layers of fabric."
"You could've taken it off."
"I've thought about it too late. Nevermind. Point is, I like to have my breasts touched during fellatio."
"Sure."
"Egh, I need to drink."
He went after her to the living room and sat on the couch. Snow took the bottle and glasses from the cabinet and joined him. The wine looked quite expensive.
"I always get those bottles as gifts and never drink it." She passed it to him to open and pour.
"It could be considered a bribe, you know" he said and tasted the evidence. As could be predicted, it was very good.
"Then arrest me. I always say I can't accept those and then find them on my desk anyway, some get sent by a currier. It's not that easy to refuse."
"I know, I was joking," he answered.
She took a sip. "And this one is actually from Crane."
He raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with it?"
"Yes, I had it checked for spells with all the other stuff in the office after he left. It's just three hundred dollars for a bottle of French wine, nothing supernatural about it." That much? But well, surely not enough to buy her good graces.
"In that case, cheers."
"This week… It's so much work. I'm so tired." Snow delved into the couch. "I wanted to see you on Monday, but I worked for twelve hours. Then on Tuesday, when I worked only for ten hours, Briar and Cindy made me get drinks with them, so now I'm drinking two days in a row." Good to hear she wanted to see him pretty much every day, just like he wanted to always be with her. "And I feel like I should still be working, there is so much bullshit to do."
"You can't work yourself to death." He did nothing to fight an urge to embrace her with his free arm, comfortably Snow was on his left side. She accepted his gesture.
"Easy to say." She sighed and took a sip. "But it's all important stuff, just wrapped into never-ending paperwork."
"Then hire someone to help, why would the functioning of this whole community solely rely on you? Crane had an assistant who did most of his job for him, get someone to do half of your tasks and you will have more free time than ever."
"I would need to deploy the new worker, it would take months… Right now I have no way of doing this."
"You have no way of living like this. It will be harder at the beginning, yes, but with time it will only get easier for you."
"I'll think about it." She did not look convinced.
"In the meantime I can do some stuff for you, if you tell me how." It's not like he had that many things to do in his free time, and when she had more workfree hours in the day… well, that had its advantages from his point of view. "After I learnt how to print on both sides I believe I'm more competent than your predecessor."
"That's not saying much. But thank you… you'd really do that?"
"Sure." He emptied his glass and moved to pour some more for both of them. She stayed in his embrace, which was very nice of her. Crane could learn a thing or two about getting into Snow White's good graces from him. "I can't watch you work this hard." He kissed her and for a while they forgot about wine on the coffee table. It was such a good kiss, so warm, deep and passionate. He really felt like each kiss was better than the previous one.
"We finish this and go to bed?" Snow proposed.
"Yes" he murmured in response.
"I keep thinking about one thing though… since yesterday." He did not answer, he was drinking. "Cindy told me, you never wanted to sleep with her." What a snitch.
"And?"
"Why?" she insisted. "It was before we agreed to not see other people."
"It's that shocking that I'm not so easy?"
"But you are. I only said a word and you were there." It was true. God, why did Cindy tell her about this? "So why not with Cindy, she's no less attractive than me and probably a better fuck." Blasphemy.
"I have a soft spot for you." Was it the alcohol that made him talk? No, he couldn't possibly get drunk on so little, he just wanted to say it.
"And not for her? Aren't you friends?" What could he answer? That he did not want to risk their friendship? And effectively say that he did not care enough for his friendship with Snow?
"A different one." He finished his wine, to have some time to think of an explanation. "I'm just not that attracted to her and I'm very much attracted to you."
"So all this time you secretly wanted to fuck me?" Not true, but not untrue either.
"I didn't think of you this way, I was sure it could never happen. But yeah, I thought you were very appealing." He hoped she wouldn't be creeped out, she had to deal with one sucker obsessed with her in the workplace already.
"Then I feel better about getting off to you." No matter how many times she told him how hot he was to her, she was still finding new ways to surprise him.
"No need to feel bad at all. For how long were you doing it?"
"A few years" she admitted without shame. He loved seeing her growing in confidence in talking to him about her desires.
"And what were you thinking about?"
"Just you in general, you above me, I told you I like it when you're in charge, and sucking you off, that was a huge one." So good for her she fought off restraints she had about that. And for him too, obviously. She still looked away while even talking about it though.
"But I hope you still like it when I go down on you, because that's my favorite."
"Yes, of course." She finished her wine. "And you know… you're the first man to do it with me." So her ex sleeps with all those women and he's not even doing that? Maybe he fixed this mistake along the way, but… Bigby wasn't even sorry for him.
"It's an honor. Speaking of…" he turned to her and put his hands on her hips and waist, admiring her slim, hourglass figure so beautifully underlined by the dress she regretted putting on today.
"Yes. But let's go to the bedroom."

Three whole days without it was way too long. One hand fingering her, another one brushing her nipple, life's greatest pleasure. And when she started softly moaning that was it, nothing could be better than smelling, hearing and feeling her come.
A few minutes spent on worshiping her pussy was enough to grant her an orgasm and him an erection. She was so wet and ready. He got on top of her and started the penetration to her vocal approval.
"I love how excited you are for me, I can slide it inside in a second" he started talking with his face buried in her neck, just above her collarbone, and his penis moving slowly inside her. "And you taste so exquisite. Delightful. You smell… God, your smell is the best in the world."
He changed position, straightening up so he was kneeling between her legs and holding her hips with one arm, with the other he put her leg on his shoulder.
"How is your skin so smooth, it's unbelievable." He kissed and caressed her knee and tight, it made her smile.
"It's just depilation."
He deepened his moves and increased the pace. "I hope it's not too painful."
"I'm used to it." She arched back. It was safe to assume she was getting closer, so he focused on keeping a steady rhythm and started making small circles around her clitoris with his index finger.
"Easy now, Snow, you're gonna come in just a moment, I'll make sure of that. Just relax."
And within a minute she was there. He started moving way faster to allow himself the luxury of the second orgasm this evening. She took it with closed eyes and a shy smile.
After a moment of silence for rest and rearranging into more comfortable positions, Snow spoke: "I assume that if you were to go this fast at me from the start you would finish too early."
"Probably" he admitted reluctantly. He was lying on his back, while she was leaning on her elbow looking at him. "But when it's my second time in the day it takes me longer." Usually. "So I can fuck you harder then if you like."
"We can definitely try."
"What, are you not satisfied?" he was quick to answer.
She giggled "No, you big, bad dumbass, I'm doing good, I just wonder if you could do that."
"I can." He was not as sure of himself as he made it sound.
"Okay then, so tomorrow we will start the same as today. Or rather… we will start with doing some of my workload together, and then we will move to blowjob."
"Sure thing." The whole next day of waiting for her to repeat today's greeting was very promising. Didn't sound distracting at all.
"How did you like that today? I know I was different about it previously, but I thought that if we are doing what we are doing already I might as well suck a dick how I want to and stop worrying about it so much." Great to hear it.
"I loved it."
"Was it better than before?"
"Yeah" he almost moaned.
"Are you going to think about it tomorrow?" She wanted to play like that, interesting.
"All day." He looked up at her eyes.
"So tomorrow, when you see me making coffee or in the corridor…?" Oh, he was already thinking so much each time he saw her making coffee or in the corridor. "Are you gonna think about it then?"
"I will."
"In that case I can admit that I will as well. And in the elevator…?" He added to the question, getting up and putting a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Especially in the elevator."
When he saw her in work It was impossible to not be reminded of all the sex as it was, but okay, what was a little bit more torture if she was having fun. Sad part was that he was already thinking about her all the time, he did not have to screw her for that. And she obviously wasn't giving him the same attention. It was nothing new, but still hurtful all the same.
At least now it was confirmed she wasn't free of thinking about their… whatever this thing was called while she was doing her job. What he wanted, wasn't it?
"So, I'll be going then." He did not want to overstay. Better make his exit now than make her throw him out in half an hour. "See you later, boss."