As she lay in Bigby's arms in the bathtub, with his fingers slowly teasing her shoulder, the question of what they were even doing at this point came to her mind, but she pushed it away. She didn't want to think about it now, or rather at all. She was overthinking everything and was self-aware enough to know it, she didn't want to overthink at least this one thing. Snow obviously used to overly analyze many aspects of their acquaintance, but this felt different and she didn't want to get into it. The water was warm, his body was warm, that was what she wanted to stay focused on.
To her surprise she felt relaxed. It was incredibly hard for her to relax, virtually impossible. But now she was at ease, she could fall asleep if she wanted to. Was that the warmth and floral scent of bubble bath, circulation after orgasm or maybe reconciling with her lover? She didn't want to think about it either.
She turned to kiss him, causing commotion and foaming of the water. He welcomed her motion and moved his hand to firmly hold her by the waist, so she wouldn't slip from his chest. He was eager to kiss her back, of course he was. When wasn't he? When did he ever reject her?
Snow opened her mouth and he pulled her closer, her body on top of his, his tongue touching her lips as the smell of cigarettes intensified. A shiver ran through her body. It wasn't long since she last came, but undeniably the tension started to build up again. It was ridiculous how hot he was. She was frustrated with herself by how much she was attracted to him, but mostly when he wasn't around or when they couldn't fulfill their desires. Now it was thrilling. His warm lips, his embrace trapping her between his amazingly muscly arms… The way he held her, tenderly but decided, it was perfect.
She had some guilt over having sex with him, or at all, like she was doing something forbidden. Not only because she was getting fucked by a subordinate, it was different, and probably very stupid, at least that what Bigby would think about it, but that was just another one of the things she was putting away to think about later. Now their kiss deepened and his fingers delved into the water over her back to touch her buttock and it felt more important than analyzing her relationship to sex.
Was he about to get a hard-on again? Possibly. She wasn't feeling it on her stomach yet, but she could bet he was getting turned on as well. Mainly because it was easy to turn him on. She never felt like she had to try.
"Aren't we clean enough already?" he asked when she moved away to grasp for air. His eyes were telling her she was right.

They quickly took it to the bedroom, she expected nothing else. They just got clean and were about to get dirty again, but she knew it would go this way before they even got into the bathtub. Even if he wouldn't start anything, she definitely would. She had to keep her hands for herself at work, that was enough.
He was sitting on the bed, she was sitting on his lap bestriding and embracing his back. They were absorbed by a hungry but sensual kiss. Apparently a few rounds of sex weren't enough to make up for a lost week. One of his hands was playing with her hair, and the other was holding her breast, stroking a hard nipple. What he didn't know, but she assumed was soon to deduce, was that this kind of stimulation often led her to develop a desire for the feeling of penis in her mouth. She didn't know why that was, but it was the case even before they started seeing each other, when she was touching herself and fantasizing about him. She had many reasons to be reluctant to realize any of those daydreams, but truly she wanted to go down on him for a long time.
She didn't just get to it right away. First she moved her head and started kissing his neck, with his beard scratching her lips, then she leaned onto his chest and made her intentions clear as she grabbed his genitals. She felt him smirk before she saw it.
"What's so funny?" she asked, looking up from his erection.
"I'm not laughing, I'm amused. Don't mind me, continue."
So she did. She got comfortable kneeling between his legs. His penis tasted slightly of soap, but she didn't care. It still tasted like his dick, and she liked that. She started with taking the whole length in, just to remind him that she could do that, but it wasn't as much fun as sucking off the head. He went back to breast stimulation, but he used only his left hand, the right one he put on the back of her neck, fondly caressing her hair.
And then with a sharp pull he started to move her head, pushing his penis a bit deeper with a repeated motion, right how he wanted it. It took her by surprise, but God, was it a turn-on to feel his dick move over her lips and tongue for his pleasure. She could feel herself getting wet, her vagina was pulsating. Snow looked up at his face and he sent her a smile.
"Get on the bed" Bigby said, as he released her after a sweet, horny moment. "I want to fuck you from behind."
She positioned herself in seconds. He put lube over his penis and entered, making her moan. She bent her back to get her ass higher and lay her head on the bed. With his quick, resolute moves it was hitting the pillow, as her nipples were brushing the sheets. He really did listen, when she told him she wanted it harder. It was almost violent in the best way. She could not use that word though, or he would never do it again.
Bigby was pulling her torso closer for every thrust, each was sending her… somewhere, she didn't know where. Her G spot was well taken care of. When he put his fingers on her clit, she came almost immediately. And then she came again… or maybe it was just one long orgasm, she couldn't tell. It felt like a long wave of pleasure deepening each time he hit that place again.
The feeling weakened and she became aware of her breath, noticing she was panting. He took some more time to come himself. Fucking still felt nice, but not in the same way, she was done. That was all she had in her for this evening, he drove her to the edge.
She would love nothing more than to fall back on her trembling limbs, but she was too responsible to do that. Also, leaking semen was enjoyable for just a moment. And brushing her teeth again wouldn't hurt.
After she came back from the bathroom and turned off the lights, she cuddled his wide chest and closed her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her. She was a little mad at herself for enjoying the feeling of being a small woman in embrace of a big, strong and hairy man who could protect her, but only a little. It was acceptable to allow some level of postcoital meekness.
"That was more than amazing," she said, catching a glimpse of his yellow eyes.
"I thought so." In other circumstances his attitude would be annoying, but after a fuck like that it was earned.
"Did you have a good time too?"
"Yeah," he murmured, content. It seemed like he could also enjoy that kind of intimacy, it was relieving to see that. She didn't want to push him, even if it was surprising to hear him say he did not feel comfortable dominating her sexually.
"You do like seeing me fucked like that, don't you."
"Just tell me what's the right answer to that, cause I don't know."
"You can like that, it's fine." Actually, she was enjoying his gaze. She knew she was desired, but it was different when she was lusted after at the right time and by a person of her choosing. Then she was still the one in control.
"Then I do."
"Because I'm very elegant and uptight and you get to make me look roughed up?"
"No clue." Really? She felt like it had to be a lie.
"You don't feel good about that? Manly? Like you're making a conquest?"
"Why do I feel like you're trying to make me say something I would regret?" Maybe? Would she be mad at him for admitting it? No, not really. Any other man, but not him. He was allowed to be pleasured by bringing her to her knees.
"No. It's alright, you can like that. As long as you don't brag about it." It was one thing for other people to know at all, and she didn't even want that, but for him to create that kind of narration… that would be way different and completely appalling.
"In some way…"
"Okay…" She climbed his shoulders to lie her head next to his, hiding between his chin and neck. She liked his beard so much. She felt like kissing his skin.
"I'm more into smells than looks."
"Then you like smelling me get fucked."
"Oh, most definitely" he almost laughed moving his hands over her back, adjusting to the new position.
There was something in this closeness. The warmth, their hearts beating in sync, the timbre of his voice, all of it was making her dissolve in his arms. She let herself fall asleep.

When she opened her eyes, he wasn't sleeping, just lying next to her, watching her wake up. His eyes were still yellow, probably due to her thick curtains.
"As much as I like your wolf eyes, I hope you're not walking the streets like this every evening" was the first thing she said. Apparently she was always at work.
"I mind it around mundies. I just know you like it."
"Good, cause I mustn't send you to the Farm. Don't abuse your position."
"When did I ever do that?" She didn't even want to think about an answer to this question. It was too early in the morning and they were too naked for that.
"Don't know about you, but I'm hungry. Do you want toasts?"
"If you can add bacon, then sure."

"Do you miss being a wolf?" Snow asked over a small kitchen table with breakfast and black coffee. He was clothed, she was wearing only a silk robe. A short one, showing off her depilated legs.
"I never stopped being a wolf." Was he offended? It was hard to tell.
"You know what I mean by that."
"Yes. A lot."
"So if you had to choose again… would you still choose to become human?"
"What makes you think I would stick around if I didn't want to? If I would feel like going back to the forest, I would" Bigby answered kind of dismissively.
She obviously didn't want any gigantic animals running wild in the mundy world, but she didn't say that. Maybe she shouldn't always be at work. She already had some work planned for today, she should at least not have to think about the security of the whole community for an hour in the morning.
"So you're still here just because I asked?"
He looked away and shrugged his arms.
"I guess" he said and finished his coffee, drinking more than half of the cup. She probably should just stop asking him those kinds of questions. She was curious, but he wasn't eager to talk about it.
"Well, my fairytale life doesn't exist anymore to get back to."
"You can always leave New York though, you can go wherever you want to."
"I don't want to go anywhere."
"Good for me, because I'm also not going anywhere." He breathed a sigh. "Maybe you've ran out of handsome princes, but you've got me."
"I don't know if you're handsome or not, but you're surely hot as fuck, I like that better."
"In either case, I'm below your league." Fishing for compliments, was he now?
She eyed him up from head to toe.
"Oh, you are not. Why would a demigod be below my league?"
"You're a goddess."
Did he just make her blush? She has heard every possible compliment under the sun, but this motherfucker made her blush over a plate of eggs with bacon and not even for the first time.
"Now for the awkward part of the morning" Snow said as she finished her food and shook off the redness of her skin. "I did not plan for you to visit me this weekend, so I scheduled some work for today. And Sunday."
He smiled at her in a way that looked… kind of cute.
"I'm really keeping my fingers crossed for that new assistant of yours." He said. "Will it go faster if I help you?"
"It could. If you have nothing better to do than filling really boring papers for a few hours."
"I can spare a few hours."
Maybe she should feel bad for making him work unpaid overtime hours, but… whatever, she should also feel bad for taking those herself and she didn't. Was it worse because of their sexual relationship? Maybe. But he was always bringing more than sex.
She had something to wait for. Someone to look good for. Someone to talk to. And apparently someone who wanted to share her workload.

After she put on some clothes, Snow took her guest to the dining room, where she had brought heavy stacks of papers from the office two days earlier. They took seats at the opposite sides of the table and she proceeded to explain.
"What you can do for me has to do with your job, actually. Do you remember the tax reports we did the last time you were helping me?" The question was rhetorical, of course he remembered. "I extracted the numbers from the third bracket reports from over the years to compare and track tax fraud. My plan was to get you a notification of a crime in case I find something, which I would, but you can do this yourself and in this time I will go through my notes from this week's direct requests from the business office."
"I understand, boss." She was wondering if he was about to call her boss or miss White, it had to be one of the two. He was really predictable sometimes.
"The faster we finish, the faster…" Snow looked away pondering over a fitting ending to the sentence. "We'll see" she gave up. She didn't know yet what she wanted to do with him.
They spent the next fifteen minutes in silence filled only with the sound of pens scratching paper. That was until the mirror woke up.
"I see my location has been changed,"
"No rhymes?" asked Bigby looking up from the paperwork.
"If you wish, it can be arranged."
After hearing the answer, Bigby went back to work, not paying the mirror more attention.
"Yes, you will be stationed here now." Snow said.
The mirror didn't respond to that, probably not caring much about the exact localization within Woodlands. All three of them were sitting in silence. The mirror was seeing and hearing everything anyway, but it felt different when they could see his face. She did not feel comfortable talking to Bigby in his company. In the business office it was fine, not here.
After an hour of silent busy work, Bigby spoke.
"And we have a case, see that." He passed her a few sheets of paper with circled fragments.
She went through it slowly, focusing and reading between the lines. They really had something there. Big omission. Bluebeard's asset declarations made it seem like his wealth didn't make any sense, he always had money to invest and donate, but the amounts he's spent over the years accumulated to totals exceeding what he claimed to have.
"The sole amount of fines for that will be impressive… we will never get all of the due money, but that's enough evidence to start the process. Thank you." She looked at him, as she finished reading. "Now, feel notified of a crime. I'm already sorry for you." Arguing with Bluebeard over money… She had to do that on the monthly basis and she hated every minute of it.
"Please, that's mixing business with pleasure." He sent her a self-assured look.
"Okay then, you are free to have fun with it." She enabled him with a smile. She couldn't stop herself. A year before she wouldn't say that, but the position of a deputy mayor made her loose already limited patience with the likes of Bluebeard. "Wait for me in the bedroom. I will quickly finish some stuff and join you" Snow said, giving him a soft look. In the last hour some ideas for the afternoon came to her mind. Certainly she was about to start with showing him her new lingerie, the one she was wearing at the moment.
He nodded and left with a smug face, he deserved it though. For a moment her eyes lingered at the door he closed behind himself.
"I see you're romantically entwined" the mirror startled her. And what was it saying?
"What… why? We are not… that" she answered surprised.
"If you're blind."