The hour was late, but not so late it would be weird to see him walking around the business office. See him going to the greatest length he ever went to for sex. Getting the fucking mirror for Snow. He didn't think she would actually make him get it for her like he proposed, but she did, so he put his money where his mouth is and went to do whatever she wanted him to do like a lovestruck disaster he was.
Apparently, he didn't fuck everything up thoroughly, so now he had to take every chance he could to get on her good side. And he was happy to do so, sincerely he could not remember when was the last time he felt so cheerful. It was fatal how much power she had over him, but he didn't mind. She could order him around all she wanted.
Unfortunately Flycatcher was there, sweeping the floor. It was to be expected, but he didn't have any excuse to give him for suddenly relocating a magical artifact. He didn't think about it at all on his way to the business office. He only thought about how Snow grabbed his dick and told him to get it for her.
"Good evening, mr. Wolf. Ms. White already left." Fly put the broom away to talk to him. It would be nice if it wasn't inconvenient.
"Hello, Fly. Thank you, but I'm not looking for her."
"Oh, alright." He seemed a bit surprised. Well, it's not like he was ever visiting anyone else here.
Without providing further explanations Bigby just walked over to the mirror before Bufkin could show up and annoy him. He wanted to get it done as quickly as possible. Why keep Snow waiting.
"I didn't know the mirror was to be moved." Bigby didn't as well until a few minutes ago.
"Yeah, I was sent to take it."
"Is it dangerous?"
"It's heavy." To him it wasn't really, it was more unhandy. He had to use his both hands and stop to put it on the floor to open the door. "Bye, Fly."
Before Flycatcher could reply, Bigby was already almost halfway through his way to the elevator.

"Take it to the dining room, most times I eat in the kitchen anyway." Yeah, like he suspected, no one actually needed that many rooms.
"Is this alright?" he asked after placing the mirror in the corner, on the opposite side to the door. Luckily, it didn't wake up during the whole journey.
"It's fine, thank you."
He passed the table and stopped close to her. Very close to her. Her crossed arms were touching his chest.
"So what now?" he asked, smiling slightly, raising one corner of his lips and showing teeth.
She looked up at his face. She had a bit of a smile as well.
"Whatever you want." Not really, but surely something he wanted.
"Let's go to bed."

She lay on top of him and they were kissing. Really kissing, like they used to before. God, how he missed it. A week without her was way too long, it was eternity. The thought of losing her was killing him for the last seven days, but suddenly was gone out of his mind. The only thing that counted was them being together right now. She was still mad at him, but it didn't matter for this moment. She didn't really love him, but he wasn't thinking about it. He had her in his arms like he longed for, her body weighing on his own, pulled closer by his hands wandering over her back with a soft material being the only barrier between his fingers and her skin. Only barrier, he noticed that while he was gone she took off her bra.
Her being so eager was a serious turn-on. Nothing was working on him as well as seeing and smelling Snow when she wanted to be kissed, touched and fucked by him. Her tangible arousal was making his blood run faster. His lust was growing with every moment. He wanted to go further.
He moved Snow away from himself to take the sweater off her and admire her naked breasts with rosy nipples hardening under his touch. She leaned in again, her hair falling on his shoulders, to kiss him, but she quickly revealed her own plans for the night, as she moved lower and undid his belt with a very obvious intent. He had something else in mind, but her idea was great as well. He was more than happy to take part in the implementation of her scheme.
She didn't even have to touch his cock to get it to full erection, as the thought of her giving him a blowjob was enough to get his half-hard dick ready. It was a bit different than before… he could tell she missed it. There was passion in her and that was pushing him to the edge more than anything she could physically do for him. It did feel amazing, but the sight of her getting pleasure from satisfying him orally was even more incredible. He could get high on seeing her enjoying herself. He didn't forget though that she asked him to keep touching her breasts while she was giving head.
"I'm about to come" he warned in case she didn't want him to finish yet, but she didn't care.
She continued licking the head of his dick and stroking the length with her hand. After she swallowed, she gave him a quick, self-assured look while brushing her hair back with a hand that wasn't currently handling his softening penis. It made him want to eat her out even more.
"Would you sit on my face?" he proposed with racing blood.
Her expression changed for a moment, she looked at him questioningly before moving over to the side of the bed to take off the rest of her clothes. He took her by surprise with the offer, but despite some unsureness she did kneel on the pillow right above his shoulders. He embraced her tights tenderly and immersed himself in pleasuring the woman he wanted to please for at least the last two centuries.
In this position the sensation of her smell and taste was even more intense than usual. Nothing else existed for the time he was under her. Every tremble of her body, every change in her natural smell was indicating her growing arousal and he could not get enough of it. She started to move her hips in a rhythm suiting her needs, and he was more than eager to follow. Bigby was seldom thankful for his heritage, but not having to grasp for air surely was a useful ability during times like this.
After Snow came with a few quiet moans, he kept going, not sure whether it would work as a method to get her to the second orgasm or not. Even if it would fail he still was getting a lot out of it. Bigby focused on her clitoris, to provide stronger stimulation. Was it working? It sure was working on him. Not in a physical way, he still needed some more time to get it up again, but it was making him very excited.
After a while he was sure she wasn't about to come for the second time, but until they were both still enjoying the activity, he didn't stop. He only stopped when she moved to lie next to him.
"How was that?" he asked, wiping his face, while she started to unbutton his shirt. Admittedly, he was unfairly more clothed. "Sorry for only making you come once, I hope you still hold the conviction that it's not a big deal."
"I do. I liked it. I don't have to come twice every time, I can not come at all and it would still be a good time." Her voice was delightfully soft. "Get it off," she commanded, looking over his clothes. He shifted to a half sitting position to fulfill the request. "Get it all off."
So he did. He was always willing to give her what she wanted, and if she wanted to see more than his dangling dick, he was going to provide that. When he lay back on the bed, she quickly snuggled to his chest and placed her head on his collarbone. Perfect position to get his arms around her.
"Did you have any luck looking for that assistant?" Bigby was caressing her back lazily. Her skin was perfectly smooth under his fingers. He felt blessed to be allowed to feel it again.
"Yes and no" she said, delving her head into his neck. "Only one person replied to the advertisement, but I think I will hire him."
"I thought there's a problem with unemployment."
"Yes, but no one wants the pressure and responsibility of working for the government, especially for the salary we can provide." It made him snort.
"Why do we stick around then?"
"I got this apartment. And about what's keeping you here, that's not a question for me" she answered seriously.
"You were putting up with this shit long before the promotion, so there had to be some other reason."
She shrugged as much as she could with her arms spread around his torso.
"It had to be done and no one else would," she said after a moment of consideration. "You? Why do you stick around? Why did you come here?" He instantly regretted bringing it up, but maybe turning the question could work as a deflection. It would be better to not discuss his motivations.
"And how did you come to the conclusion it was a good idea to go look for me?"
"No one else would, so I did." Snow ran one finger over his scar. He found the gesture very touching.
"But why?"
"If you helped me, you couldn't be all that bad."
"It's so weird that it was enough for you to believe in me." It felt a bit too sincere to say those words. Maybe it was a mistake.
"So why did you agree?" She didn't seem bothered though.
"Because you asked. And now we're here."
"Just that?" That was a lot.
"Yeah. Anyway, who is this new guy you're about to hire?"
"Boy blue. Do you know him?"
"I met him."
"Why do you like it so much when I'm on top of you?" Snow changed the topic unexpectedly. Good, sex positions of choice as a subject were way less risky.
"When you're in control, I know you're doing exactly what you want."
She smiled and moved to lie directly on his body, her hair falling on his arm, her eyes looking into his, her smell filling his lungs once again.
"But most times what I want is for you to be on top of me." She made a good point. The fact she was right made the look she was giving him even more seductive.
"I get that, but it doesn't feel like it." He arranged his hands around her waist, keeping her close.
"Explain it to me." Well, could he even? He never thought about it like this. Not from that perspective. Additionally, he was proven to be wrong, sex position of choice also was a risky subject. But maybe he was also wrong to take so much cover.
"It feels like I'm doing something to you? And when you're on top… you're in charge. And I like that. I know I won't do anything you wouldn't like."
"You worry about it so much?"
"I do." He might've been saying too many confidential things this evening, but her reactions were so normal, it made him feel comfortable with balancing on the edge of making confessions. He saw in her eyes that it wasn't unwanted like he always assumed.
"You don't have to. I really adore how you fuck me. Don't worry about it." No, he's never going to do that. Not an option.
"I will always worry about it."
"You don't have to." Was she going to argue about it? That he worried too much about her wellbeing?
"It doesn't matter, I just will. I can't help it."
Snow smiled at him and moved her head closer to his shoulder like she was about to laugh. Okay, so she didn't plan on arguing. It made him feel relieved.
"Fuck, Bigby…" she whispered. "But can't you express your care about the quality of my sexual experiences by dominating me like I long for?" When she talked about it with so much certainty and awareness about her needs, maybe he could be convinced.
"Now, as you started saying what it is that you want exactly, that's a different story."
"I was saying that before." She looked up into his eyes again. She was frustrated with him, but in a lighthearted way. Okay, she did say something like that before, but It wasn't the same. Now it was a demand, an order, not general, unclear notions she struggled to get out.
"Not like this." He caught her gaze just a few seconds before, and immediately lost it after answering her.
"Whatever." She let it go, getting a little embarrassed. She often did that, expressed confidence and then pulled back. It showed how self-conscious she really was about sex, sadly.
"I love it when you tell me what you want. It turns me on." Bigby tried to reassure her, not fully believing it would work.
"Yeah, I figured. I just got stabbed."
"Sorry about it?" he said jokingly.
"Instead of apologizing you can do something about it. Put it to work." Sounded like another command.
Rather than answering, he hastily overthrew her and started going at it. He knew she was wet and horny enough. She wanted it, she just told him so, expressing herself very clearly, and she smelled like a hot mess dying to get on his dick. She wanted a harder fuck? Then okay, not his idea of sex with her, but fine. But she better be serious about her not-coming not being a problem, when he was keeping his pace so fast and motions so deep it was too much stimulation for him to fully control himself and wait for her. But thus far, if he could judge, she was having fun.
Her thrilled body was moving with him, so he grabbed her hip to keep it in place. She started to touch her clit and he didn't mind this time. He strongly preferred to do it all by himself, but right now he couldn't offer her any help in this regard, so if she wanted to take care of herself, she was free to do so. She came very quickly, so it looked like he was underestimating himself. With each fuck it was easier to keep it up as long as he needed to.
"God…" she mumbled between uneven breaths, shaking her head to fix messed up hair.
"I'm only a demigod" he said after getting back to his senses and rolling over to the other side of the bed. She ignored his comment and went to the bathroom as usual after sex.
He had a moment for himself and he spent it on feeling stupid for missing Snow when she was gone for a literal two minutes to take a fucking piss. When she got back to the bed, she lay beside him and spoke, going back to their previous conversation:
"Don't get me wrong, I do think it's a good thing that it's so important to you to make sure you're not doing anything uncalled for. But don't take it to a point where you ignore what I say I want."
"I didn't think of this this way."
He was tempted to say she was not as clear before as she might think, but decided not to. He remembered vividly asking her if she would prefer him to act differently in bed and her avoiding giving an answer. But it was evidently a delicate subject, and he was already making her mad at him way too often.
She moved closer and slipped under his arm. An incredibly welcome move.
"That was great," she said with a softer, enticing tone.
"I'm glad." He put his arms around her. So miserable of him to manage to miss the touch of her soft skin in such a short time.
"I hope you enjoyed it as well and didn't do that just for me."
Her shiny hair looked so pretty scattered all over the place.
"I enjoy everything that has to do with having sex with you."
"But you're not really into it" she spoke into his collarbone.
"I am. I just prefer other things."
"Like getting strangled by my tights?" Hmm, a delightful memory.
"Exactly."
"I could've guessed that, knowing how much you obsess over giving oral." He heard no complaints though, no incentive to make amends. No plans to change.
"Like you don't like giving head."
Snow shifted under his hands, moving her head closer to his neck.
"I'm starting to understand why you like it so much. I had no idea it could be so satisfying."
"Not gonna lie, it makes me feel proud."
"Because it makes your dick so special?" Sure, one could say that. Not the full truth, but one could say that.
"Yes."
"As much as I like your dick, I don't think it's really about that, sorry. Maybe partly. Mainly it's that it's the first dick I sucked voluntarily." He had some suspicions she might've had bad experiences with that… but he didn't think she never did it out of her own will before they started meeting for sex.
"I know you had…" In the middle of the sentence he realized he had no idea what words would be alright with her.
"I was raped, many times, yes." Her voice was devoid of emotions.
"Yeah… so it does make me worry, if I make you recall any of that."
"That's… not your responsibility. You don't have to be so wary." She answered and after a few seconds added: "I know you wouldn't force yourself on me. You're not that evil."