Hot water was flowing over Snow's smooth skin that he just had the pleasure of soaping every inch of. The shower was filled with artificial smells of cosmetics, but her scent was as clear to him as ever. Standing behind her he put his hand over her ribs and kissed her neck, she smelled too delightful to resist. Snow turned to him, embracing him back.
"I would gladly invite you for the whole weekend, but I have to inform you my period is already late, I might get it any day."
He shook his head.
"You won't get it until Tuesday. My guess is the implant made your cycle longer."
She seemed only mildly surprised at his foresight.
"I should have assumed you would know that."
He didn't answer that, instead they started kissing. He was happy to see her mood got better. Some of the things he said that a while ago he would considered to be too honest seemed to cheer her up. If nothing else, she enjoyed the adoration. Did it mean anything else? He wasn't sure.
"Aren't we clean enough? Let's get to bed" she said and turned off the water.

In bed she lay on top of him. Not that long ago he would rejoice in getting to hold her in his arms at night, and a huge part of him still did, naturally, but the awareness of how incomplete the gesture felt without the romantic aspect was upsetting him more each time. He wanted to believe she was showing him affection, he wanted it to be meaningful and intimate, but was it? He didn't want to presume.
For a moment he considered that maybe she already knew how he felt based on how there were no hard hitting follow-up questions, but no, she wouldn't be that doubtful if she truly knew. Staggering how deeply in denial she was. He was quite sure what he said was pretty straightforward. At this point maybe he would prefer she start hearing what he was telling her, it began to feel like the thought of romantic feelings between them was so unimaginable to her that nothing could convince her to see what was right in front of her. This line of thinking always led him to contemplating confessing to her to find out how she would react to him spelling it out for her.
Why hasn't he done that yet, exactly? He wasn't scared, he never felt fear. If he decided on it, he would do it, but he was reluctant to make that choice. Even if it was unfair to her. As long as she didn't reject him, he could delude himself and hope she wouldn't do that. Could take her tender gestures for flirtation. Live for every nice word. If she said there was no way she could ever love him, it would be over. All of it, not just sex. And he had no clue what he would do then. He used to think he would leave the city, but would he really do that? Or would he stay around still fulfilling her every wish and command and still pretending it wasn't killing him? Moreover, lately he wasn't so sure if he could just leave Fabletown. Once upon a time it was only about being close to Snow and keeping her safe, but when he was really thinking about it, he realized he also had some sense of duty.
The most charitable interpretation of the situation was that she didn't think of him that way before, but as they started seeing each other she developed some feelings for him. When he told her he only ever wanted her, her heartbeat… what he said wasn't indifferent to her. And what she said later… It got him to think that maybe he was in denial too, but he didn't want to get his hopes up.
He tried to not think about it, focus on the smell of body and the softness of her hair, but he could not do it. Until he finally fell asleep, he was ruminating over his lack of relationship with Snow White only to reach no conclusion.

When he woke up, she was already making coffee in the kitchen. He put on his pants and quickly washed his teeth in the bathroom to get rid of the morning breath before he said 'hi' to her.
"I assume you want your scrambled eggs with sausage." She was already cutting meat dressed in the same short white silk robe he has seen before.
"If you'd be so kind."
"Did you sleep well?" She turned her head and glanced at his bare chest for a moment, losing focus on her way to the fridge.
"Yeah. Were you comfortable?"
"I'd say so." She smiled.
He sat down at the kitchen table and the next moment Snow placed a cup of black coffee in front of him.
"Thank you. Do you need help with anything?" he asked out of courtesy.
"No, I'm good."
He was drinking his coffee and watching her fry eggs. What a homely view.
"Do you have any work to do this weekend?" She seemed to be amused by his question.
"It's a rare occasion when I don't."
"I'm proud of you then, because you probably had to fight the temptation of unpaid overtime."
"Like you don't take unpaid overtime." She gave him a look.
"That's why I understand the appeal."
"Isn't it misguided that so many Fables think you don't give a fuck about the community, while I know you spend your every hour working for it?"
Food was ready, she put plates on the table and sat in front of him.
"I don't do that now."
"Every hour when you're not getting busy with me. Why are you so reluctant to admit that you care about something?"
"I do what needs to be done." Eggs were very tasty, he expected nothing else. "This breakfast is really good."
"Thank you. Yes, you do what needs to be done, you don't just shut your office at five. Why would you do that if you didn't care?"
"I don't think about it like that." How was he actually thinking about it?
"I believe you repress motivations that don't go with your persona. You don't have to hold on to that. I'm proud of you for changing who you were." Her voice was so soft when she said that. He didn't want it to show, but he was a bit moved.
"I'm still who I was." If he wasn't, he'd have to face the magnitude of the harm he has caused and he preferred to not think about it.
"Whatever you say, but I disagree."
Bigby didn't answer, but involuntarily slightly shrugged one arm and took a sip from his cup.
"Anyway, this coffee is terrific."
For a moment they were just eating in silence.
"You changing the subject makes me feel like I'm correct, but that's your life." She slightly smiled and gave him a self-assured look.
"I'm doing the right thing, don't see why it's so important to you that I name precisely why."
"It's not that it's so important to me, but maybe you could use more introspection."
The riposte that came to his mind was that maybe she was doing too much of it, but he didn't say anything.
"You can be gentle and sweet, I wish you didn't push aside this part of you."
He chuckled happily. It didn't throw her off, she was still looking at him with the same conviction. He loved when she was assertive like that.
"I'm sure that's the first time anyone has ever called me 'sweet'."
She took a sip of coffee.
"Just a thought, you can do whatever you want with it." Well, he was going to keep it in his memory forever, because she called him 'sweet'. "Are you full?" she asked and got up to take the dishes.
"That's a loaded question, you know I'm insatiable."
He got up as well. After she put the plates in the dishwasher, she was standing right next to the kitchen island. Perfect position to corner her. She knew exactly what he was going to do and played along. Her buttocks touched the countertop, he put one hand behind her back and with the other pulled the robe belt, looking at her face before revealing her naked body. Suffice to say she was excited.
Her breasts were tempting him the whole breakfast, as her nipples were showing through the material, so he started kissing them, tilting Snow, but keeping her stable with his arm. Her nipples hardened even more and by her smell, heartbeat and the rhythm of her breath he could tell he was doing a good job at turning her on.
She was touching his chest and when she lowered her hand to feel his crotch through pants, he started to finger her and pulled her closer to kiss her lips. He moved his left hand to grab her under the robe and caress her naked back. Her skin was nicer to touch than silk.
As Snow was getting wetter, the smell became so attractive he lifted her without thinking, so she could sit at the edge of the countertop. He kneeled between her legs to eat her out. Such an exquisite pussy. Each time he was astonished by how good it felt to kiss and lick her. Nothing in this world or any other was better. He was dragging it even though he didn't plan on getting her to climax just yet. She was ready, prolonging it was just for him.
When he got up she unzipped his pants and began stroking his dick. For a moment he just stared at her tender hand making such decisive motions. Finding a good position to actually fuck was a little challenging. He wanted her to be comfortable.
"What if I just lie and you hold my ass?"
"Mmm… Let's try that."
Snow looked so hot outstretched before him with her neck bent back and legs spread, excited for what was to happen. It was a joy to slide his dick in her. She crossed her legs behind his hips and pulled him closer, wanting to be screwed so badly. It only made him harder. Not to mention that all of this stretching sure made her breasts look enticing.
He started slowly, then picked up the pace, both moving his body and pushing and pulling her hips. One hand was enough to hold her, with the other he could make circles around her clit. Her uneven breath and rushing blood were telling him she was having a blast. He also felt excellent, but he didn't need much. When she started moaning, it was music to his ears. Lately she was less shy about it and he was very much on board.
When his thrusts became sharp and deep, she grinned and got louder. Just a few moments were enough to make her come. He didn't stop, just slowed down, lengthening her climax and trying to transform that wave of pleasure into the second orgasm. With closed eyes she was giving in his actions as he sped up and after a few decided finger moves around her clit she climaxed again. He was on the edge and seeing her achieve her second orgasm was all he needed to finish.

They got back to bed, facing each other lying naked under one blanket. "Do you think that us having an affair influenced how you do your job?" So they were having an affair now? "But be honest. And I don't mean the whole thing with Crane, we already talked about it, I mean everyday stuff."
"I sometimes rush to get things done to get back to you, but it's mainly when I work overtime anyway."
"You're aware that you're not getting any raise as long as you're seeing me?"
"I don't care about money." She smirked at that, but she didn't comment. He guessed that she felt like she was right in the conversation they had during breakfast and he had to care about the community if he didn't care about money. He didn't want to either confirm or deny.
"Is there something you'd like to do with me that we haven't tried yet?" Hold her hand in public. For a moment he considered saying this out loud, but stopped himself. Most times lately he felt like he could say anything and she would willingly misinterpret it, but that seemed too upfront. He got upset at both not being able to say it and her ignoring his obvious feelings.
"Tie you to bed and come on your face."
She raised an eyebrow and for a moment he thought that maybe it was too much for her. And maybe he said that because it might've been too much for her.
"That's a splendid idea."
Fuck, of course. He almost started laughing at how he underestimated her submissive inclinations.
"Do you have any rope?"
"I bought some after that night when you handcuffed me, thinking it might come in handy…" Again he wanted to laugh, but he stopped himself, because it could look like he was laughing at her fantasies.
She got up and went to the wardrobe. Waiting for her he examined the bedframe and planned how he was going to use it. He was still a bit surprised by the way this interaction went, but his excitement level was on the rise. Her enthusiasm was contagious.
When she came back, he already rearranged the pillows so instead of two there was one in the middle. She handed him coiled black rope bought in the hardware store and lay on the bed. He took a smaller pillow to put it under her buttocks.
"I want your bottom higher."
When she moved to let him slide the pillow under her, he noticed she was wearing a blue butt plug.
"I have it, but it doesn't mean I want you to stick anything there" she nervously informed him, like he was going to violate her. He wished she trusted him more by now, but knowing her history he understood it.
"I literally haven't said anything." His words made her relax.
"It really is fine if I come just once, you don't have to go for more" she said as he was tying her wrist to the frame.
"Maybe I won't make you come at all." The idea actually thrilled her. "If you turn your hand and pull this, you will undo the knot." He showed her.
"Okay, but I'm not going to."
"I feel better knowing you can get away from me if you want to."
He went around the bed to bind her left wrist to the other side of the frame. It was a pleasure to tie such pretty, manicured hands, the process made him more and more eager for sex. Snow also was impatient, while he was working on the knot, she kept smiling heartwarmingly.
Seeing her enjoyment, he asked:
"Were you thinking about this a lot when I was away?"
"Mhm, the idea seemed hot."
"Were you thinking of me tying you up while getting off?" he asked, as he started binding her left ankle.
"Yes." She was so confident in giving this answer, he loved it.
When he was done, he took a moment to just look at her before he did anything else. She looked so alluring with her hair scattered around and limbs spread out and immobilized. The bliss the position she was in, giving up control to him, brought her was just wonderful. The joy with which she was waiting to get fucked almost made him forget all of the worries that were tormenting him.
First thing he did was kneel over her so she could suck his dick. He had a hunch she was in the mood for it. He was right, she was happy to help his erection fully develop. She sucked on the head of his penis with passion, taking her time to relish the experience. He touched the back of her head and started to gently move it; it was welcome, but he didn't do it for long, because he had different plans.
He repositioned himself to lie on her, supporting himself on his elbows. He was kissing her neck, delighting in the smell of her arousal and observing her shivers with interest. At times he was purposely touching her skin with his teeth. As he presupposed, she was into it.
"How are you doing?" he asked, moving his body weight on one side to free his right hand to fondle her nipple.
She gave him a fierce look.
"How do you think?"
"Could be better" he stated.
He moved to sit next to her and fingered her to check how wet she actually was, because she smelled like she was very much ready for penetration. When he knew for sure he could put it in, he got on top of her again to kiss her, at the same time starting to fuck her. He had an idea, but he wasn't sure if he already knew how her body was going through arousal well enough to realize it.
Because they had sex so recently, he could keep it up for longer and his intention was to screw her nice and slow, getting her as close to the climax as possible and then backing down, just to bring her to this high again. The part when he was screwing her nice and slow seemed to work so far. She was relaxed and her pleasure was building up.
For the more difficult part, he started touching her clit very lightly and slowly, paying close attention to her circulation and smell. He needed to find just the right moment to take his hand off her. When he thought that was it, without notice he stopped touching her and watched her surprised reaction.
"I said you might not come at all."
Before she said anything, he went back to slowly stimulating her. Her expression changed, because now she was back in that blissful stage right before orgasm, he wanted to keep her in it for as long as he could. This time he was more delicate with making pauses, withholding stimulation only for seconds when he thought she was getting too close. As much as amusing it was to watch her whirl and moan under him in suspense, he would botch it if he didn't finally let her come, so he did. And if he could say so himself, she was raptured.
"Fuck, Bigby…"
"Hmm?'
"You're amazing."
Seeing her in such ecstasy was all he wanted, but they weren't done yet. They agreed he was going to come on her face, so that was what he was going to do. As she saw him move his body, she only got more horny, so they were definitely doing it.
He kneeled over her the same way he did before and started jerking off. He didn't want to admit to himself how much he was actually turned on by the act. She had to notice, because she kept smiling in such a complacent way. As he ejaculated, he tried not to get anything in her eyes, but it was difficult to control when he was in shivers. When he got back to his senses, he could clearly see that most of his sperm went on her mouth and nose.
"Thank you," she said, still smiling.