„Wash my back" Snow handed him the sponge. "But don't get anything in my hair, please."
How could he? Her hair was pinned perfectly tight on the top of her head, there was no loose hair he could get any soap onto.
Her skin was so smooth under his fingers. He could massage her back like this every night if she would let him. He put his left hand on her waist and when he considered her back washed, he turned Snow, so he could face and kiss her. He didn't care about the slight taste of the soap, her lips were as splendid and unreal as always.
She liked it. She was happy to be kissed leaning against the black, tiled wall in a cabin built for just one person. And that only made it even hotter for him. Her wet, warm, naked body touching him in the close embrace, the softness of her breasts on his chest, the curve of her hips under his hands, it was infinitely perfect.
The moment they parted, she smiled at him with so much sweetness, he kissed her again. He was capable of controlling himself, but why would he? It was like magnetic attraction, he just wanted her as close to him as possible, kiss her lips, hold her, be with her.
As the water was running again, Snow washed his chest with a flirty look on her face, or at least that was how he decided to interpret it, soap foaming on his body hair. She moved to his arms and then tights, his eyes followed every smooth movement of her hands, as she was tracing his muscles without saying a word.
When she put her hand on his genitals, he was turned on, but too spent to get an erection. Which was quite good, to be honest, he didn't wanna look like a hormonal wanker who gets a hard-on after every touch. Because it wasn't true. He got a hard-on after every touch, but only if it was her. That was plenty different.
"I assume you wash your hair under the shower" she said, her head ten centimeters from his own.
"Yes. Shouldn't I?"
She shrugged her shoulders and answered with a soft voice.
"It's not the best way to take care of it, but it's fine. Here, you can use this." Snow passed him one of the bottles from the niche in the wall that was serving as a shelf.
"Why would anyone want to smell like a spring morning?"
"Why not?"
"It doesn't smell good, especially in New York. All the worst smells pick up again when it gets warmer."
"This one just smells like flowers. What, are you too big and strong to use it?" She teased him with a slight smile. It looked charming.
"No. I don't care" he answered firmly and opened the bottle. Like if anyone in the office could even smell his hair with their pathetic noses.
The shampoo didn't smell like any kind of morning. It didn't really smell like flowers either, but it was similar enough to deceive humans. When he started washing his hair, Snow looked at him with disapproval.
"What?"
"You're doing it all wrong, you're supposed to wash your scalp. Can I?"
"Sure."
Her fingers were gentle but resolved, massaging his head, from forehead to neck and behind his ears. He kept smiling involuntarily and when she was done, she kissed him, so he took her in his arms after a second of surprise.
Under the shower they for sure spent more time kissing than taking care of their hygiene and he was to blame for the most part, but regretted nothing, and neither did she. Even if he couldn't smell it from her, anyone could see it. And he loved that she loved it. Every glimpse of her happiness made his heart melt.
At this point he had his own towel and toothbrush in her bathroom. He didn't have anything to wear to bed, but he certainly didn't care about that. Most nights he slept naked anyway and most nights he didn't have the most amazing woman in the world wearing nothing but perfume sleeping right next to him.
"Are you sleeping naked every night now?"
"No. Only with you." Flattering. Or she really just was cold without him.
The alarm set, the curtains closed, they got under the blanket and he was quick to embrace her, his right arm on her waist, his hand scooping her closer to him.
She laughed in the loveliest way.
"I wanted to turn off the light."
Bigby looked at her nightstand to see the only lamp that was still turned on. But why would he let go of her for such a minor thing.
"In a moment" he said, moved his right arm so he could hold his weight and got on top of her, which made her smile again. To see her relaxed because of him after so many hours of wearisome work was heaven. She lay on her back under him, he reduced the distance between them and let her kiss him. He absolutely adored it when she initiated any kind of intimacy, it was so much more of a turn-on then.
When they stopped for a moment, he supported himself on his left arm and reached for the switch to turn off the lamp. He saw her smiling softly at his eyes changing to yellow in the dark, he did it on purpose.
After some more time spent on making out with her naked body under his own, he started thinking that actually he probably could go at it again… but he didn't want to steal her hours of sleep and they already showered, so he didn't even propose it. Even if he… yeah, he would like that. Quite a lot.
"You know, to get things right, we should file in a statement about in-office sexual relations to the safety department" she said, but not with her serious tone.
"Yes, when co-workers are screwing, I should know about it, especially if it's within vertical structures. But don't worry, I believe in this case I have everything under control. You're safe with me."
"The subordinate is at risk of becoming a victim of abuse of power, not the supervisor." Weird that she wanted to raise this topic right now, but fine. "For real." Now it was her serious tone. "If you feel pressured… Maybe I shouldn't even propose that we… But I went with my own cravings. If you want to break this off, I won't hold this against you."
"I don't want to break this off." And he never will. "I'm going with my cravings too. But thanks for your concern."
"Okay then… Now, I could never be able to overthrow you, so can you turn to your back, so I can lie on your shoulder and go to sleep?" He rolled over and let her use his arm as a pillow. "But I am scared how you're going to treat me if we break this off, though." If, not when. That was something.
"Like before." After all, how much more broken-hearted could he be?

This night she didn't have nightmares, at least to the best of his knowledge. They were woken up by the alarm, with tangled limbs, crumpled blanket and long, coal-black hair spread widely. He wanted to kiss her as soon as he found her face.
Snow shook her head lazily. "No, morning breath." Disappointing, but it didn't mean nothing could happen.
"How about fucking?"
"Mhmm…" she gave him a questioning but favorable look. "But make it quick, please, I don't wanna be late to work."
"You can make it quick." Bigby moved, so her hips were resting on his and started slowly touching her nipples to turn her on.
"Not this time, it will go faster if you just get it from behind."
"Okay." He slipped a finger into her vagina, she wasn't dry or anything, but she could use a little more foreplay.
Snow turned away to reach the drawer in the nightstand and took out a bottle of lube. If he didn't have a full erection before, he surely had one after she applied the lube on his dick and positioned herself in front of him. There was no time to waste, so he just kneeled behind her and entered.
God, her body always felt so... right. Tight around him and so… right. And when she started heavily breathing and moving her hips to meet his… that was almost too much. Almost, he was still holding on. It was meant to be quick, so his thrusts were fast and decided and his thumb was circling around her clit speedily. He noticed that she lowered herself on her elbows and now her nipples were brushing bedsheet.
She came within two minutes or less. He didn't wait for her second orgasm and just finished with a few swift motions.
He sat on the bed, took a tissue to clean himself enough so no part of him felt sticky and started dressing himself.
"Now it's a good time to sneak out. Everyone's still in their apartments" he said while buttoning his shirt. She was lying on the bed, trying to get her heartbeat and breath back to normal. "Thanks for your hospitality."
"No problem," she mumbled.

The smell… fuck. But he still had to get inside and get changed. Maybe it won't wake him up...
"Bigby, where the fuck have you been?" Colin's voice greeted him in his own apartment. The pig was lying stretched out in his armchair and was unfortunately woken up by the opening door. He really should oil the hinges.
"None of your business" he answered and quickly headed towards the wardrobe to look for anything clean. He should do the laundry too.
"You can go and screw hookers all you want and I can't even leave this shitty apartment, that's some justice for ya."
"No. You can't even leave the Farm." Now, where did he put his tie… "And I'm not screwing any hookers."
Colin left the armchair sluggishly. "All right, I don't know who, but you were screwing someone."
"Whom" Bigby corrected, not even knowing what for, while unbuttoning his shirt on the way to the bathroom. Colin went right after him and started sniffing his leg. Fuck. "Can't you see I'm undressing? Leave me fucking alone."
"You've been screwing Snow White and you didn't even tell me! What kind of friend are you? And what's with that perfume? You smell like a fancy lass." Fucking great. How many more fables knowing he'd have to hide?
"I didn't tell you, cause you're not meant to know. Now let me change." Colin stopped blocking the door, but he could not shut up.
"How long has it been going on behind my back?"
"It's not… I don't have to talk about it" He tried to sound as dismissive as possible.
"One would think once you'd get her on your cock you'd shout about it from the rooftops. What's with you?"
"She wouldn't, okay?" Bigby didn't know if he was more angry or annoyed.
"You're being all romantic with that secret affair or is she ashamed of your ass?" Now he was just being mean.
"None of those. But it is a secret" Bigby said, walking out of the bathroom almost ready to go. "Have you seen my other tie?"
"On the counter." He had no idea why the fuck did he put his tie in the kitchen, but now was not the time to wonder about it.
"Thanks. Now, I have to go. And if I see you starting any rumors, I'm finally having you for dinner."

After an uneventful day of work consisting of writing two parking tickets, a few hours of boredom and a lot of worrying about Colin sneaking from the Farm again, there was the time for a weekly security briefing with Snow.
In striking contrast to how he last saw her, she was composed, calm and, well, clothed. He could swear she was wearing the most office outfit she could find in her already very office wardrobe. Black pencil skirt, white shirt, modest jewelry… but hair still loose.
They played a charade, pretending they didn't talk about work outside of this room, he even again suggested that she could hire an assistant.
"Is that all, mister Wolf?" she asked after he went through all of his reports from the week, calling him by his last name just to toy with him, he was sure.
"Yes." Apart from mentioning one unglamoured animal hiding in his own apartment.
"Good, I have something else for you to investigate."
"Hm?" he looked up to meet her gaze which he was avoiding for the whole conversation to stop himself from stupidly staring at her.
"Mrs. Web was here, she lost quite a lot of money investing in some multi-level beauty business called 'Magic touch', it sounds like a scam."
"I'll talk to her. Anything else?" Maybe she wanted to invite him over again. For a day more he could then pretend there were no pigs in his apartment.
"No, not really."

Web'n'Muffet market was still open, so why not visit it now, it meant more time before seeing Colin again and being forced to listen to whatever he had to say.
"Hello, mrs. Web." There were no clients, great.
Looking around, he saw some products named 'Magic touch'. They were quite visible, as it was a grocery store, and those were only inedible stuff. He saw some creams, gels, shampoos and other things he had trouble identifying.
"Good evening." She was surprised to see him. "Is there any problem?" Well, it was true that he never shopped here. Not his taste. Too many ribbons in the shop window.
"I talked with Miss White about an establishment called 'Magic touch', it seems you have made quite a big investment."
That made her upset.
"I did not report any crime, thank you, sheriff. I only came to ask for a loan."
"I just want to get a closer look. You see, I've never heard about this company before."
"She warned me you all from the Woodlands will make it out to be a fraud, you just don't like that people from the bottom are getting rich and beautiful, you want to keep it all for the elites." And now she was grumpy.
"I'm neither rich nor beautiful, mrs. Web. I just want to know about this investment and why it consumed so much of your savings without any return, as it seems. If it's legit, then what's the problem?"
"It's just a cosmetics brand with an innovative system of distribution. It's recruitment and investment based. As soon as I recruit new sellers, I will get the return as well as stable, passive income." She tried to sound sure of herself, but he knew the truth. She was scared.
"All right then, how is the search going?"
"I will find someone" she stated. "I get loads of clients who would like to make some money." But not right now, apparently, since the shop was empty.
"Are those products really magic?"
"Of course not, I do not sell any unlicensed magic items here." And that was an honest lie.
"Sure. The last thing though, who is this she you talked about earlier?"
She didn't want to tell him, but he waited until she did.
"Miss Red." Shit.
"As in Rose Red?"
"Yes, is there any other?"

Well, that sucked. Now he had to tell Snow her sister was scamming desperate fables for money and dealing illegal magical substances. And how the hell did Rose manage to get mrs. Web into it? She despised improper women like her.
But that was a problem for tomorrow.
Back in the Woodlands, in the doorway, he saw a job advertisement for an office assistant, it made him smile. But there was no time to rejoice, now he had to get rid of one pig.
When he came back to his apartment, Colin was eating what was left from some Chinese food he had ordered two days earlier, one with chicken, sausages were still in the fridge.
"Get some more of that, I'm hungry."
"Okay, but you really have to go back to the Farm, you know that, right?" Maybe starting with asking nicely would work.
"You don't have to send me there, you make the rules."
"I don't." He went to the phone to make an order. He was getting hungry too, so he made it double.
"Ask her for a favor, come on, Bigby, It's not that big of a deal, I'm just a pig! Not a dragon!"
"I can't let Snow know that you know." Bigby exhaled and took a sit at the table. "I have to make it look like I sent you back as soon as I saw you."
"You bail out on me to keep getting to her panties." Hm, he was doing just that, actually. "If she cares about you, then what's the problem?"
"I don't think she does."
"Then whether I'm here or on the Farm, it makes no difference."
"It does make a difference, nobody is supposed to know that we fuck sometimes."
"Then don't tell her I figured it out." Yeah but then what? Just not visit her so she could be sure Colin doesn't suspect anything? He didn't want to do that.
"She's not stupid, you know." Bigby gave him side-eye.
"And will you tell me what the hell is even going on with the two of you?"
"Just that, we fuck sometimes." Colin was a bit distraught.
"I didn't think that's what you wanted." Bigby didn't answer. "Is that what you wanted?"
"I want it."
"Does she know how you feel? You told her?" Bigby rolled his eyes and took a cigarette out of his pocket. "So when she finds out, what do you think she'll say?"
"Hm?" Bigby took a smoke and immediately regretted accidentally encouraging Colin to talk more on the subject.
"She will be mad at you, I tell you. Your problem is that you think with your little head instead of the big one. Listen, Bigby, I worry about ya, I want the best for ya, I know you care about her. I never liked her, but that's okay, maybe you're into that icy, tyrannic manner…" That was just a headache.
"If I get you some booze, will you just shut up?"
"Strong?"
"Vodka."
"Then sure."
"And she's not tyrannical." Colin only grunted at that.