If she was mundy, she would not need put so much time into depilating her legs quite so frequently, as her body would not be magically regenerating this fast, but if she was mundy, she would be long time dead, not alive and well, looking twenty-five entering her sixth century, so she didn't really have a reason to complain. She knew Bigby would still gladly fuck her if she did nothing to get rid of her body hair, but she liked grooming herself to look her best. Pain was there, but in a way she liked it too. Maybe she was a little bit weird like that.
She also liked it when it was getting painful during sex, which was not often, but it was happening from time to time. The feeling was hitting just the right spot between pain and pleasure, and it was enjoyable not only physically, psychologically it was a turn-on as well to get it so hard it hurt. A hot shiver ran over her body just thinking about it.
Normally she would get a quick cold shower after depilation to soothe the reddened skin, but right now she had no intention of cooling down. Funny that when she asked Bigby to sleep with her, she did not suspect how well it would work out for her and was pondering about what such encounter could add to her masturbation routine, and it turned out he kind of ruined masturbation for her. She was looking through her supply of erotic toys and nothing sparked excitement she craved. Should she just call him?
Maybe it was a mistake she did not invite him over when they talked in the business office earlier, but she had no idea when she would finish work and if she would have any free time until late night. Many days she was too tired even if she did not work for over twelve hours. Now it was almost ten o'clock, but he would show up, she was sure. Before she finally proposed to him what she was fantasizing about for a long time, she was going back and forth, at times being certain no man would deny her, and at times wondering if he was an exception, not communicating his attraction. Which was fine, many more could take a cue from him, they were working together after all, but him… he could've let her know earlier and she really wouldn't mind.
Oh yes, right now she would love to have him with her. And have him stay over for the night. Beginning their sexual relationship brought many surprises, but probably the biggest one was how much she liked falling asleep cuddled with him. So many years had passed since her divorce and she did not realize how much she missed having someone to go to bed with. Someone with warm, strong arms keeping her close and safe… She should definitely call him.
She caught herself wondering if inviting him so often would make him think less of her, consider her a slut, but even she knew it made no sense at this point. She might've been overly concerned with opinions about her sex life, but even she was self-aware enough to know there was no point in pretending to be demure to a man whose penis she… yeah.
"Hello?" Even over the phone his voice was unmistakably deep. "I got the food on time, thank you." What?
"It's Snow."
"Aah, sorry. I was having takeout" he quickly corrected himself with a more constrained tone.
"Could you come over?"
"Sure."
He was passionate and intense in a way she was used to now but did not expect beforehand. She imagined him to be… less caring for sure. She was giving him too little credit, she realized it, but truly she never thought he would actually make her come without her either telling him exactly where the clit is and what to do with it or just taking care of it herself. And that was what she wanted initially. Someone she actually found attractive, muscular and masculine, she was just straight like that, to assert sexual dominance over her, but on her own accord. A bit of perverse therapy.
And then what she got was way better. She never suspected he would turn out to be so firm but gentle, sensitive… and nice. And obsessed with her orgasms. A part of this was his ego, for sure, he was still a man, even if he would disagree, but it was also something else. He had a clear passion for going down on her, this very evening he greeted her with a deep, slightly tasting of alcohol, kiss on the mouth, a series of kisses all over her body as they undress each other, and then cunnilingus given with devotion and ardency, after he carried her to bed. Where did he learn that?
His stubble was scratching, but she liked that. His hairy body climbed over her freshly smoothed out skin to hover over her with intention of getting inside of her to please himself like he pleasured her a moment ago. A pure fantasy she could share with him safe from the judgment of the outside world.
"You're okay?" He did that all the time, asking if she was comfortable, checking on her, caring what she felt. She appreciated it. "Do you want to switch places?" Bigby smiled at her, showing teeth that could bite through her trachea if he felt like doing so.
But she didn't want to get on top, she was doing perfectly fine, locked between his arms that could snap her in half, under a broad chest and fixed gaze of hungry yellow eyes. There were thousands of ways in which he could kill her, but she still could not imagine being afraid of him.
"I'm more than okay. Keep going, please."
He was keen on moving further. She made space for him, spreading her legs widely for him to kneel down and put her leg straighten up on his shoulder. She lacked the intimacy and warmth of the close embrace, but she became fond of the position after he entered. She could conveniently push her hips toward him with each thrust and she was taken by the way he delighted in caressing her leg.
Her lay down body was moving on the mattress in the rhythm he was imposing and it made her lose her train of thought. She loved getting fucked so much. Was it so long she forgot how much she enjoyed it or was it better than ever? Fuck, that was… her skin felt hot again, she knew she was close. She basked in long seconds right before the second orgasm hit her with shivers and a sudden need for more air.
While her heartbeat was going crazy, he was only speeding up to reach his own climax. After he came with a final pulsation, she noticed him looking at his own seed spilled inside of her. He didn't have to say anything, she knew he loved it. The same way she knew he loved it when she swallowed. That was just men, they were all possessive like that. But with him, she was okay with it. She didn't even know why. At first she was instinctively opposed to it, it disturbed her that he could think of her this way, but she changed her mind and now relished in being taken. She wanted to give this feeling to him. Was that also part of her trauma? A need to be treated like she used to be treated, but by someone with whom it had a different meaning? Possibly, after so many years she could not really tell herself apart from her trauma anyway.
She wished for nothing more than to snuggle next to him, rest her sore groin, lie her head on his arm and think about how dangerous he was and how he would never try to hurt her. But the reality came in. As much as she would love to stay in bed, she wasn't planning on bladder infection.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" she asked to get out of bed, noticing the awkward expression he always had after sex, when he didn't know what she wanted to do with him next. "It's Friday, we can sleep in."
"With pleasure." The answer did not surprise her. Did he ever refuse her?
When she came back, his eyes devouring her body head to toe, she lay on him like she desired. Every beat of heart she once pierced to make a wolf human merged with her own. God, she missed it. And not just like she missed being held in bed by a man, she missed him. Thoughts of him consumed too many hours of her weeks and months already, and she was not helping the situation by inviting him to her bedroom any chance she got, but it was worth it. She loved all of it, the warmth of his body, the touch of his hands over her arms, neck and hair, even his tobacco breath, all of it.
"How was that for you?" she asked to hear him speak again.
"Great as always." Bigby leaned in to kiss her and she let him. "I was so glad when you called. I have been thinking about you all day."
"I thought about you too, since morning," she confessed. "But I didn't know if I would have time to see you."
"I understand." She watched his Adam's apple move with every syllable.
"Maybe we will have more time for each other after I hire an assistant." She watched the corners of his mouth rise in a satisfied smile. Was he happy about her listening to his advice or more opportunities to get into her bed? Probably both.
"That would be amazing."
"And as much as I hate to admit it, you were also right about Aunty Greenleaf." It was on her mind for some time now. "I don't like her, but that's not important. We desperately need more witches producing glamour."
Bigby smiled, raising his brow and reached for her with both arms to gently move her, so she could lie on him. Then he started kissing her neck, warm lips heating her up again. When he met her mouth, a long, soft and steamy kiss hastily began. They could not, would not break away from each other. His fingers combing her hair, her hand touching his scruffy cheek.
He tasted like cheap alcohol and even cheaper cigarettes. Before he kissed her for the first time, she thought it would bother her, she didn't like his smoking to begin with. He had to, she knew, but the smell was just awful. But the longer they were seeing each other, the less disgusting it became. Now maybe she could even withstand trying it for herself again, which went so poorly last time.
Bigby straightened up so she was sitting on his lap bestriding. His hands were caressing her shoulders and pulling her closer, their naked bodies rubbing against one another in the privacy of her bedroom. She was insecure about her… performance in bed, but he made her forget it. In her marriage she just looked lovely and did pretty much nothing and that was fine, but now she was encouraged to be more active. She did not foresee it and she was reluctant at first, but Bigby managed to convince her to try new things.
The kiss did not end in one moment, but rather dissolved into a series of shorter ones. Their foreheads met and he looked into her eyes. She could not endure his gaze for long, it was too intense. Sex made it less embarrassing, but when they were just making-out like that, she felt ashamed. The way he looked at her when they were alone was thrilling, piercing, full of passion. It made her feel truly naked.
Fortunately, as her eyes started wandering down his body, she observed an effect their recent tenderness had on him, so she could focus on that instead of facing whatever it was behind his pupils. It wasn't a full erection yet, but it was getting closer with each stroke. Now she thought it was stupid how self-conscious handjobs made her feel at the beginning, he was into everything she ever did with his dick. Herself, she learnt she liked handling him in this way. She liked feeling soft skin moving with her hand over the hard shaft, and she liked how much power over him it granted her, even if only in her head. But no matter how much she enjoyed it, there was something she longed for more at the moment.
She was so happy she abandoned restraint accompanying the first times she went down, it let her focus only on the activity itself and discover how satisfying and pleasurable it could be when she wasn't forced to do it. She preferred sucking on the tip to taking it deep, but she suspected it was admirable when she took it all the way. It made her saliva drip on his public hair and she liked how gross and vulgar it was. She never got to be vulgar in her daily life, she would never dare to be, but here she was safe.
Sperm left bitter aftertaste in her mouth, but she had no intention of getting rid of it. It was a reminder that she just got off her… a man in a way that to her, old-fashionably so, still felt improper. And she adored it.
"It's better each time, it really is" he stated between uneven breaths.
"Thank you, I try my best." She cleaned his sticky penis with a tissue and moved to lie on his chest again. "Do you prefer it to normal sex?"
He was considering her question for a moment just to flip it.
"Do you like blowing more than fucking?"
"I have different cravings."
"I prefer whatever you prefer at the moment." It was not an answer, but she didn't mind.
He put his arms around her and she closed her eyes for a while. His touch was so delicate and soothing, especially on oxytocin. When she opened her eyes, her sight landed on the scar she gave him all these years ago. A few centuries passed and she has not once regretted her decision to bring him to Fabletown. Right now he made her feel like the decision to invite him to her bedroom might've been just as good.
"I guess you are as happy as I am that we started sleeping together."
"I sure am. Thought that's obvious." His hand was moving softly in circles over her tight. She shifted higher, resting her head right next to his neck to give him more access. When he held her this way, he could touch her wherever he wanted.
"I enjoy hearing you say how much you adore fucking me."
"Yeah?" He turned to face her and looked into her eyes again. She did not shy away this time. "I could tell you the whole night about how heavenly it feels to be with you. Your body… you look like a goddess, there are no other words for it." She knew that, but hearing him say it slowly with an undertone was something else. Especially when he kept looking at her with so much fiery passion. "I love it when you tell me what you want, I'm happy to oblige, I love watching you come. You have this independence about you that is so hot, and it shows during sex too. I know you wanted me to talk to you while we fuck, but most times I just can't, I'm too taken over." She could feel her skin warming up and covering in blush. With her complexion there was no way to hide it.
"You could really do it all night?" she whispered.
"If you really want me to bore you with how beautiful, fierce, stunning and smart you are." When did he start being so kind? "But first I gotta tell you something." His tone suddenly changed. He was worried.
"Hmm?" She looked up.
"When I showed up in my apartment this morning, Colin was there. I didn't wanna tell him anything, but he's an animal, he knew." He knew what? No, he could not possibly allude to…
"He knows we're sleeping together?" She raised her voice. She did not plan on it, but she was upset and that was how it came out. She didn't really regret it.
"Yes" he admitted though she could tell he truly didn't want to, he was very tense. "I didn't want him to know, I didn't tell him on purpose. I'm sorry, Snow."
"You didn't know he was there? You couldn't think of anything?"
"I knew, but I had to change" he quickly gave an excuse.
"I hate this" she stated looking away with a voice deliberately deprived of emotions.
"Also Cindy knows" he said trying to stay calm but he wasn't, she could tell he wasn't.
"What the fuck?" She straightened up, freed herself from his embrace and sat on the bed.
"I didn't tell her as well, but she figured it out." He straightened up too and in his eyes there was something else entirely than a minute ago.
"Then you should've lied to her!" she almost shouted. What the fuck was he doing? He was ruining everything.
"But I didn't, I'm sorry. She's my friend too." She gave him the most offensive look she could. He knew he was in trouble, he knew it so well.
"Did you even care when I told you I don't want anyone to know? How many more fables know now?"
"I did. I do care. I didn't want it to…" he tried to explain gesticulating chaotically. "Only two of them, and they won't tell anyone else, I made them promise."
"If you cared, you wouldn't tell her" she said in response and moved away from him, concealing how mad she really was. She did not want to make a scene. "Get out."
"It's… I'm sorry."
"Get out of my apartment."
Bigby didn't say anything else. He put his clothes on and left without looking back at her. She focused her sight on the corner of the ceiling, trying to control nerves that made her tremble with anger.
The moment she heard the door closing behind him, she burst into tears.
