„Did you have to smash his head? That's so messy" Cindy asked. They were back in the motel, her room, sitting by the small table. In the morning they were flying back to New York.
"Trust me, I would make way more mess, if I was left to my own devices. I had to make it look like an accident for the police." She didn't comment on that. "The real question is did you have to sleep with him to get him to sign those?" Bigby pointed at incriminating documents he was going through.
"Don't be a baby, what did you think I was going to do, when you ordered me to pose as Adversary's spy and convince him to sell Fabletown's inside intel with evidence and everything, so you can say you totally had to kill him for treason?" So… did he make her do that by sending her on this mission? Was that his fault?
"I thought you'd promise him money and power. I said nothing about seducing him." He didn't say much at all, all he needed was the papers, details were up to her. He just showed up at the end.
"And you believe that would've worked? He was clearly motivated by sex. Power and money too, but mostly sex."
"But that's disgusting" he looked up from the papers and spoke before he bit his tongue.
"Yeah, the more disgusting and unfucked excuse of a man, the easier to manipulate. It's the ego, a man will believe in anything as long as it flatters him. There is no extent of naivety and stupidity someone like him would not ascribe to a gorgeous woman like me as long as I say his cock is worth anything. Everyone uses their resources."
But now he has used Cindy as a resource to accomplish his goal of killing Crane because Snow wanted him dead. And he didn't feel good about it.
"I'm sorry you went through that" he said, but she pretty much ignored him.
"And he was so tactless. Wouldn't shut up about what a hussy Snow is for not putting out for him. I didn't tell you before, so you wouldn't go berserk. He had me and he wouldn't stop talking about Snow, the audacity of this prick." Bigby didn't say anything, but he knew that if she got what she wanted and they fucked, he probably wouldn't shut up about Snow as well.
"I would go berserk. The thought that I have already killed him calms me down."
"So what are you going to actually tell your boss about how you got those papers that if anyone finds out about this murder let you pretend you're not abusing your power? You're not going to reveal I work for you, are you?"
"I'll tell her one of my official agents helped me. I'll make it make sense in the reports. You were here just in business and the travel was made possible for you after you hired Skub Cobbler, which proves how well Fabletown's system of resocialization works."
Bigby went back to reading the papers. Estimated military strength, list of magical artifacts, analysis of weapon manufacturing at the Farm and… What? Why would he even include that? His blood started to run faster with anger. What a piece of shit.
"What the fuck is his?"
"His fantasies of revenge. He planned on hanging Snow White after becoming imperial governor-general of the mundy world. I didn't read it, I don't know what else he had in mind." She kept perfect composure. His rage didn't scare her at all, she's seen him way worse before.
"This is not getting to Snow." Bigby set Crane's sickening ramblings aside to burn them later. He already had enough to justify the death sentence, not one person needed to read this.
"Chill out, you look less human every second. He's already dead, remember." She crossed her arms and looked at him with judgment or at least it felt like it.
She was right, he was getting too vexed at a dead, sleazy idiot with no spine. He combed his hair and cleared his mind.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you." He took all of the documents Cindy provided and got up to go to his room to spend the night.
"I hope it gets you somewhere." He heard her voice as he left.
Bigby spent eight hours on the plane and hated every minute of it as he absolutely despised flying, changed time zones, was overall tired and still wanted to run straight to Snow. Only thing stopping him was still ongoing workday. He used it to do the paperwork from his trip, but he spent more time in the common kitchen than usual, hoping he would see her at least for a moment.
It worked. While his third coffee in America was brewing, Snow walked in. She looked amazing in a blue knee-length dress. Not that anything could look bad on her.
"Hi, I didn't know you were back already." She opened up her eyes in surprise, then sent him the most beautiful smile, clearly happy to see him. He felt warmer inside.
"I came back today. I got everything done yesterday."
She turned on the coffeemaker.
"I'm impatiently awaiting your report from the delegation."
They were alone and there wasn't a real reason for them to speak so cautiously, but it was fun in a way.
"I'll gladly tell you everything later today."
"See you then."
She took her coffee and left, giving him a look and smiling once again. He would die for this smile, much less kill for it.
Snow was waiting in the living room, sitting comfortably and reading on the couch. She was still wearing the same dress, meaning she probably just finished work.
"How did you do it?" She asked, putting down the newspaper. He left all of the documents on the table and took place right next to her, already dying to touch her. He wondered whether he should give her gruesome truth or beat around the bush and save her from the visual.
"I smashed his head" he went with the first option.
"I wish I could see that." Her tone, completely lacking any kind of dismay or remorse… he found it very attractive.
"The police will think it was an accident. As for our archives, he was executed for treason. You can examine the deal he thought he was making in your free time."
"Please, I will get to it in my work hours, now's my free time." She looked up at him. "Why haven't you kissed me yet?"
He didn't need much more of an invitation to tilt her over the armrest and embrace her waist. Her lips, so soft, warm and eager for him. Just perfect. Hot shiver ran through his body when she sucked on his lower lip. Last time they were intimate was long before he left for Paris, in his apartment and… unforgettable. Utterly unforgettable. He felt shitty for sending Colin back, but if he hadn't done that, they could never have that night, so even if it made him a bad friend he did not regret that.
He understood she had a whole city to run and a new worker to deploy, but still, he missed it so, so much. Every time he got to have her so close and indulge in her smell, it felt like he was high. And she… she missed him too, he could tell. Not only because she was already impatiently working on his belt. His every sense was telling him how excited she was to see him privately.
He started going further as well, with his hand sliding over her black stockings under the dress.
"No panties, so thoughtful."
She only moaned in response, as he began moving his fingers inside, touching the front wall of her vagina. For a moment she was so taken by it, she forgot what she was doing, but after no more than a minute his hard dick was out and at her disposal. They started kissing again, while continuing stimulation. He was getting seriously turned on as her hand was making motions over his foreskin and the head of his penis. The inclination to fuck her was growing.
"Can I put it in?"
"Be my guest," she said quietly.
He changed their position to more horizontal and lifted up her dress. Her labia was red from arousal and he had a sudden urge to eat her out, but overcame it, they were doing something different now. The feeling of her pussy around his cock was divine. What the fuck were they doing wasting centuries on not having sex? So stupid.
She crossed her legs behind his hips, drawing him closer. They were enjoying a deep kiss, while he was working on picking up the pace while not coming prematurely. It was probably a mistake to start with fucking her pussy after a break from each other and without a blowjob, handjob or anything else to make him come and last longer during the second round, but he was very horny and he wasn't thinking clearly, and those were the consequences. He was giving her those hard and fast thrusts she desired, but could not enjoy them as much as he wanted. Well, it wasn't like that was his last time ever, now he was taking his mind out of it, but he was surely going to get more opportunities to delight in it.
After she loosened the grip of her legs, he used his fingers to bring her to climax, not stopping after she came. It wasn't even about getting her to come twice, he just knew it was still pleasurable for her and why wouldn't he extend her orgasm as much as he was able to. She was still moaning in his ear after he stopped touching her clit and focused on himself, increasing the pace even more and making the couch move with him. She wasn't mad at that.
"Let's go to bed" she said, still lightheaded after he got off her.
He waited for her in the bedroom, while she was in the toilet. What he did not expect was for her to show up completely naked. Jaw-droppingly beautiful and with a slight smirk.
"I wanted to see the look on your face."
"Mhm. Do you want to cuddle?"
She got under the covers.
"Undress and I'm all yours." Was she? Anyway, he followed her order and quickly found himself under the blanket and caressing her head resting on his chest.
"I missed you quite a lot," he said, breathing in her smell. She was calm and there was a postcoital glow about her.
"I missed you too. You were on my mind while you were away." The way she said that was so soft. He was living for moments like this.
"I thought about you all the time."
"Did you enjoy killing him?" If she asked him something like this a few months ago, he would think she was suspicious and distrustful. But now It felt more honest.
"Yes."
"Isn't it amusing for you to get what he was after without even trying?"
His first instinct was to lie and say he never thought about it this way. But he could not tell exactly what would be the point of that.
"Yes."
She moved up on outstretched elbows and threw back her hair to look at him.
"You feel so much better than him?"
"Yes."
"Good."
The curtain of black hair fluttered again covering her face as she laughed.
"I like this side of you." She knew what he meant.
"Somehow that's not surprising to me."
Snow lay on his chest and once again he had her in his arms. Nothing was more precious than those moments.
"Do you feel better knowing he's dead?" He knew she did. But she could tell him anyway.
"I do. Out of all the slimy creeps who tried to take advantage of me he was… maybe not the worst, but lately most aggravating. It's depressing to think how far he got."
"Good thing you took his job."
"And now I make my subordinate sexual advances." He would prefer she said that in a joking manner, but she didn't really.
"Hey, I'm willingly collaborating."
"I hope so. I don't want to exploit you, sexually or as a killer." That was more lighthearted, but still too serious for him.
"You can fire me if you want to, I'd still have sex with you." Now she almost laughed, so were they fine? He could not care any less about the appropriateness of intersection of their professional and private lives. To him it was always blended together anyway. He wished she didn't give a fuck as well.
"Fire you and hire who? This city doesn't exist without us."
"Is that a big issue for you?"
"Not at the moment, but it may be some day." Like when she would dump him? He thought they were already past that. He did not answer her, instead focused on fondling her back and waited for what she was going to say next. "I don't want to find myself one day making excuses for you, but then I'm the one who just made you travel across the globe to have someone killed for creeping me out."
"If Crane was, to no one's surprise, willing to betray the community, strategically it was good to get rid of him anyway" he said.
"That's true, but that's not why we did it."
"But it was right, so who cares."
"I guess no one." He was glad it looked like this conversation was over. More interesting activities awaited them.
Next minutes were spent on touching instead of talking. Her hands were wandering over his chest and he felt her every breath as the upper half of her body was pretty much lying on him. Moments like that made him feel closer to her than ever. It was almost as if there was something between them. His inside voice was telling him he was fooling himself, but he wanted to be fooled.
Slowly things took a more erotic turn again. They were kissing, he was touching her breasts and soon he was fingering her while whispering sweet nothings about her wet vagina into her ear. They both knew where it was going.
When Snow wanted to move further, she lay on her back and he went under the blanket. The moment he opened the door to her apartment it was a given that her pussy was going to get eaten out.
He couldn't help but groan when he started licking it. The smell was luring him in all the time, but the taste hit him. He missed it so fucking much. Whatever was keeping them apart for so many days seemed completely irrelevant now. Why would anything have a higher priority than her pussy?
Every moan was music to his ears. He knew exactly how to please her and was proud of that. He liked getting her close just to slow down and make her wait for it, but nothing was better than actually witnessing her orgasm, so after he was done playing, he reached for her nipples to turn her on even more and finally let her come.
When her shivers ended, he moved up again, dropping the blanket and wiped his face. He probably looked self-assured, but so what, they already established it flattered him to screw her properly.
"I feel like you want to fuck me now, but that's not what I want most right now." As Snow was saying it, she was tracing his torso, moving her hand lower until she could stroke his cock. "Please, come in my mouth."
She didn't have to choose those words at all, she could say it any other way or don't say anything at all, and yet she decided to beg for it. He felt his blood rushing with arousal. The exact tone she used will surely haunt him every time he jerks off, whether that was a curse or a blessing was unknown.
"If you ask," he answered.
"I've got an idea…" she said almost sheepishly, but he could tell it was just for show. "I could lie down on my back like this." She stretched her naked body over the featherbed right in front of him. His already erected penis got harder just from looking at her. "So my head is on the edge of the mattress." She moved towards the verge, making her hair fall from the bed. "You know what I mean? This way you could grab my tits comfortably. Just use my throat."
He did, in fact, know what she meant. It wasn't that difficult to figure out.
"Scratch me if you want to stop," Bigby said and stood in front of her. No further encouragement needed.
He still preferred to look at her face, especially when she would look up at him, but moving his dick into her mouth like that had its charms. The thought that she was willing to take it this way turned him on, as did watching her throat moving with his thrusts. The feeling was different and she couldn't have as much control, but he was sure he could come very quickly if he wanted to. But he didn't, he'd rather take his time and play with her tits like she asked him to.
Cautiously he started to move faster and deeper, trying to not suffocate the person he loved more than anything in the world with his dick while fucking her throat. Not a thought he suspected to ever have. It seemed like she was doing fine though. Well, it wasn't the first time she was taking it that deep.
After he orgasmed and released her, he saw her smile right before she swallowed. The sight of it was in a way more satisfying than sex itself.
"Did you have fun?" he asked, watching her getting up and sitting on the bed.
"So much fun" she whispered like she wasn't sexy enough already. "Let's cuddle and plan how you're going to fuck me next."
How was he the luckiest being in the world and still not happy.
