Bigby snapped from his half-asleep stupor and looked up at Snow standing at his office doorway. She was leaning against the door frame, her arms wrapped around a stack of paperwork, a sympathetic grin on her face.
âThirty until five,â Bigby said, his eyes flicking to the clock on the wall.
âYou should get some sleep tonight,â Snow said. âI know weâve both been doing a lot of overtime the last few nights trying to get everything organized, but itâs Friday now. I think weâve earned some down time.â
âOvertime is part of the job.â
âUntil you crash and burn.â
Snow was teasing him, but she was right that Bigby needed some rest. He couldnât remember the last time he consumed anything but cigarettes and even by wolf standards he was starting to stink without a good shower.
âMaybe do some laundry too,â Snow said.
She sauntered over, set the paper stack on Bigbyâs desk, and rounded to his side of it. Bigby turned to face her in his chair.
âYour tie is undone,â she said.
Bigby looked down at his shirt. He sometimes had a habit of tugging at it when he was stressed, and now the knot was loose and halfway down his chest. He shrugged and looked at Snow.
âNot getting paid to look good,â he said.
Snow smirked. Then, she leaned down and pulled the knot loose so two black strips hung at Bigbyâs shoulders. Bigby sat still as she started tying it again.
âI give you a pass for smoking,â Snow said. âBut I still like everyone to be fully dressed in the office.â
Bigby snorted and grinned.
âCareful Snow,â he said. âYouâve been mayor for a month and the powerâs getting to your head.â
Snow chuckled and finished tying the knot. Then, she pulled the tie and pushed the knot up to tighten the whole thing. The mayor of Fabletown was not known for physical strength like the sheriff was, but Bigby was surprised by how tight she tied him.
The tie clasped around his neck tighter than he was used to, and he made a small choking sound. Something close to a whimper.
âIs that too much?â she asked. âIâm sorry, let me fix it.â
Snow loosened the fabric around Bigbyâs neck. He could breathe a bit better, but there was still a strange pink in his cheeks.
âIâll leave you to finish up,â Snow said, gathering her stack of papers. Before she left, she stopped at the doorway and glanced at Bigby over her shoulder. âSeriously, get some sleep, okay?â
And with that, she was gone.
~
Bigby spent the rest of the evening rubbing his neck absently. A few times, he even caught himself tightening his own tie to recreate what Snow did. It was distracting.
And others were starting to notice.Â
âYou got a rash or something, Bigby?â
Bigby glanced up from the paperwork he was holding to Colin. The pig had come by the main office to renew his visitation to Fabletown and caught Bigby pinching at his neck.
âNo,â he said. âWhyâd you ask?â
âYouâve been pinching your neck and tugging your tie non-stop for days.â
âIâm flattered that you care enough to notice.â
âMaybe itâs the canine instinct,â Toad piped in with a smirk. âDoggy needs a leash.â
Toad and Colin snickered. Bigby glared at the both of them. Both of them took to mocking him whenever he allowed them to visit Fabletown. The sheriff couldnât get through on visit from them without some prank.
âKeep it up, you'll both be walking back to the Farm on leashes,â Bigby sneered.
The frog and the pig straightened where they stood. Toad huffed and adjusted his hat.
âStick in your ass just bigger every day, donât it, Bigby?â he said.
âNot as big as my foot.â
Toad and Colin snickered, but started heading towards the door before Bigby could stand up from his chair. The two of them were whispering to each other as they left, but Bigby was too busy scanning over paperwork to bother eavesdropping.
~
The next morning, Bigby found a package on his desk. Immediately, he could tell this was some kind of joke. A red, heart-shaped box with a purple bow. Like Valentineâs Day chocolate, but Bigby didnât smell any chocolate.
He pulled off the ribbon and popped open the lid.
âOh, fuck you,â he said.
Nestled in a plush interior was a thick ring of leather, decorated with glinting silver rings and a long chain attached. On the front was a plague with Bigbyâs name on it. A fucking dog collar.
Bigby gritted his teeth and growled in his throat. Toad and Colin had left on the truck for the Farm this morning. Clearly, they left their little joke on his desk before they left, so theyâd be long gone before he had a chance to pummel them both into bacon and guts.
âSomething wrong, Bigby?â Snow poked her head through the office doorway. âI heard growling.â
âToad and Colin left me a parting gift,â Bigby grumbled.
Snow walked over to the desk and glanced down at the box. As soon as she saw its contents, she pressed her hand to her mouth. Her face turned bright pink and her eyes watered trying to suppress her laughter.
âItâs not funny,â Bigby said.
âItâs kind of funnyâŚâ Snow giggled.Â
She wiped her and cleared her throat. Bigby clenched his teeth as a flush threatened his cheeks. He hated the dog jokes. They were centuries overdone, and just when he thought others had gotten tired of them too, Toad and Colin give him one last âfuck youâ before leaving Fabletown.
âI have to say,â Snow said. âIt is a nice collar.â She fished it out of the box and held it up with both hands, examining it like she was appraising it. âHow considerate of Colin and Toad to get you such a high-quality joke gift.â
âI donât know how theyâd even afford that thing. Neither of them work. Barely any money for glamors.â
âMaybe they got it from Bluebeard. Heâs had a few larger dogs. Remember that massive German Shepard he had?â
âYea. Crane used to make noise complaints about that damn thing all the time.â
Snow turned the thing over, then lifted it up to align with Bigbyâs neck. She closed one eye and cocked her head. Bigby read her thoughts immediately.
âSnow,â he said in a firm tone. âNo.â
âCome on, Bigby. Iâm curious.â
âKilled the cat.â
âWell, thank goodness this isnât a cat collar.â She walked around to Bigbyâs side of the desk. âJust put it on for a second. I want to see if they picked one that fit you.â
âI hate that youâre enjoying this as much as them.â
âYou said so yourself: Iâm the mayor now, and the power is going right to my head.â She gave him a smile. âCome on, try it on just one time.â
Bigby looked at Snow, then down at the collar, then back at her. Snowâs icy blue eyes had a playful plea to them, the kind that the other Fables who dismissed her as an âice queenâ didnât see. Bigby released an irritated groan.
âMake it quick,â he said.
Snow grinned and moved closer to wrap it around Bigbyâs throat. This close, Bigby could smell her perfume. He could recognize Snowâs scent from miles awayâthe only one that no amount of Huff nâ Puff could ever blot out. The only variation in her scent came from her perfume. She seemed to buy a new scent every time she bought a new bottle. Last time, it was a spicy amber scent. This time, it was darker citrus, like black berries or pomegranates.
It filled Bigbyâs nose as Snow hooked the collar behind his neck. She gave it a tug to tighten it, and Bigby made a noise in his throat. Once it was secure, Snow took a step back, running her hand down the chain leash.
âFits you like a glove,â she said. âImpressive that they were able to guess your neck girth just by looking at you.â
âI donât think Colin and Toad were thinking much of anything other than pissing me off,â Bigby said.
He ran his fingers along the leather band. Snow was right, the thing fit almost too perfectly. Not so tight as to choke him, not too loose that he could shrug it off. The leather was shiny new, barely used.
âThe chain is pretty thin, though,â Snow said. âI wonder how sturdy it would actually hold up.â
Before Bigby could protest, Snow gave it a yank. Bigby yelped as he suddenly pulled forward, stumbling on his feet closer to her.
âNevermind,â Snow giggled. âWorks like a charm.â
Bigbyâs first instinct was to spit out some expletives. But his brain suddenly felt fuzzy. Despite the collarâs comfortable size, he felt restricted. But oddly, not in a way that he disliked. He felt strangelyâŚserene.Â
âOkay, Iâve tortured you enough,â Snow said. âLetâs get that off you.â
She reached her hands around Bigbyâs neck and unhooked the back. There was a phantom hot spot left behind on Bigbyâs neck. He brushed his fingertips against it, wondering if there was a red ring around his throat.
âIâll get rid of this thing for you,â Snow said. She turned and headed towards the door, then stopped and looked at him. âThe coffee has been restocked in the break room. Take a break and wake yourself up a bit.â She grinned. âI even asked them to put some Huff nâ Puff in the back of the lower cabinet.
Bigby absently scratched at his neck.
âThanks,â he said.
With that, Snow disappeared into the hallway. Bigby was left alone with just the box on his desk, and the collar shaped-hole inside it.
~
For the next several days, that phantom memory of the collar wouldnât leave Bigbyâs neck. It was worse than that weird itch after Snow adjusted his tie (the very incident that inspired Toad and Colin to leave him that damn gift in the first place). Heâd wake up in the morning, go about his day, work, eat, and suddenly catch himself reaching for a leather band around his neck and only find his whiskery flesh.
And it was starting to drive him a little crazy.
The fact that it was driving him crazy made him feel even more crazy. It was a dumb gag from two idiots. Yet he kept remembering that moment Snow gave his chain a yank, and sent a weird surge in his body.
Bigbyâs attraction to Snow had never exactly been a secret. In fact, it seemed to have become a joke to everyone in Fabletown that the only person who didnât know was Snow White herself. In a way, it was no surprise. She was always a busy woman, even more so since she became mayor. And after her disastrous relationship with her ex-husband, she never really seemed interested in romance again. So, Bigby kept a steel cap on his heart. Besides, why would a woman like Snow Whiteâbeauty of a princess, mind of a genius, heart of an angelâwant someone like him? A violent dog in a human man's disguise? It was part of why he never told her his feelings in the centuries they'd known each other.
But despite this, he found himself rubbing and pinching his neck. The memory of the collar was as strong as it was when he wore it. But it wasnât just the leather and leash. It was the perfect hand of the woman holding it. He wanted to feel her hand on the other end as she yanked it. The thought made his body surge red.
Fuck it, he needed to so something about it.
~
Snow dropped her coat and work bag as soon as she stepped into her apartment. The door locked behind her and she inhaled a deep breath. She knew being the mayor was a difficult job, but something about the light-handed way Crane ran things had almost tricked her into thinking it was simple. Then again, Crane spent most of his career embezzling Fabletown funds and glamouring sex workers to look like his secretary. One supposed any job looked easy when it wasnât well done.
Most of the time, Snow didnât mind the job. It felt good to actually get things done. Square away the things Crane never bothered to do. It was satisfying, even if it was tiring, hence why she relished the quiet of her solitary apartment once the work day was over.
If she were honest, the hardest part of the job was not being taken seriously by other Fables. While everyone unanimously agreed that Crane was terrible, that didnât mean everyone took to Snowâs leadership. They still saw her as the Ice Queen, the nagging shrew who was eager to thump a rule book at them. Some didnât like her because she was a former princess, a royal they believed was only good for being pampered and married off to princes (she had tried that with Prince Charmingâshe would not recommend it). Some simply didnât trust a woman being in charge.
As a result, it was hard for Snow to get most people to listen to her. Despite being mayor, she still often felt as ignored, dismissed, or talked over as she was when she worked under Crane. Somehow, she was responsible for some much, and yet it took concerted effort to get anyone to do as she said.
The only person who came close to an exception was the sheriff. Bigby was one the few people Snow had any genuine fondness for in Fabletown, and yet still, he was more of a loose cannon than her. More times than she cared to recall, she still found herself having to wrangle him in like aâŚ
Well, a dog.
Thatâs when Snow recalled the incident several days ago. Colin and Toad had left Bigby a joke gift on his desk right before they took off for the Farm. A collar and leash. Snow glanced at the end table next to her softa, which had a drawer that contained the prank present. She had intended to give it to a pet shelter just outside Fabletown limits. A place that took pet supplies donationsâfood, toys, and of course, collars and leashes. It was a surprisingly high-quality piece, it felt like a waste to just toss away.
But Snow had placed it in the drawer and forgotten about it. Daily mayor desks had taken up her mind too quickly, and she felt too tired from the day to take the long walk or taxi ride to the shelter. Still, she sauntered over, opened the drawer, and pulled the thing out.
She recalled when Bigby found it on his desk. She had made him put it on because it had been too funny to resist. But then he put it on, and it fit suspiciously well. Snow remembered how it looked. Leather clasped tight around a thick, strong neck just under his white shirt and tie. In a weird way, it was a reminder of who Bigby really was. He could take a human form, put on human clothes, walk on two human legs, and speak in a human voice. But under it all, he was still the wolf that children whispered about in folktales.
And yet, there he was. Tamed and detained by a fallen princess.
Snow suddenly felt a pink flush in her cheeks. Ever since the Crooked Man case about a year ago, her feelings for Bigby had felt complicated. At first, she dismissed it as a result of her new moral position. She was technically his boss now, that was sure to change things a little, even though Snow never once thought of Bigby as anything but an equal.
Still, she thought of that collar tight on his neck. She ran her rams along the silver chain, which glinted in the light. It felt dangerous in her hands, for some reason, the way a cursed object would. Like an amulet that corrupted you the longer you held it. Snowâs mind flushed as red as her cheeks with thoughts of Bigbyâthe collar around his neck, his knees to the floor, his strong hairy backâŚ
Snow jumped as there was a knock on her door. She quickly dropped the collar into the drawer and slammed it shut.
âComing,â she said.
~
About an hour after the office had closed for the night, Bigby knocked on Snowâs apartment door. She must have just arrived home, because when she opened the door, she still had her wet raincoat on.
âBibgy,â she said.
âHey, sorry to bother you,â he said. He pulled out the manilla envelope under his arm. âI was heading to my place and realized I forgot to give this to you. Itâs the written report on the Trip Trap incident last week.â
By âincidentâ he meant a situation in which Woody got so drunk at Hollyâs bar that he thought he was at a bank and tried to rob them. Bigby ended up taking him to the holding cell for the night until he sobered up.
âOh, thank you,â Snow said, taking the manilla folder. âI thought we were missing a report. Itâs been driving me crazy all day.â
âNo problem.â
Bigby scratched the back of his head. Truth was, he hadnât forgotten the report. He kept it on his desk all day so heâd have an excuse to see Snow after hours. But now that he was here, he felt a curl in his stomach.
âHeyâŚSnow,â he said. He flicked his eyes away from hers. How exactly should he start? âANy chance youâŚstil have that collar from a few days ago?â
Snow gave him a strange look.
âThe joke gift that Toad and Colin left you?â she asked.
âYeah. That one.â
âYesâŚI do actually.â
Snow turned and Bigby followed her inside the apartment. Unlike Bigbyâs place, which was small as a shoebox and always a little crusty and smelly, Snowâs apartment was impeccably clean and freshly scented. It also helped that her place actually had a bed.
âI keep meaning to donate it to a dog shelter after work,â Snow said. She opened a drawer next to her couch and pulled it out. Bigby felt a weird twitch at the sight of it. âBut by the time I get home I just forget.â
Bigby couldnât blame her. Since she became mayor, Snow had been busier than a whole hive of bees. Donating some joke gift was rightly the last thing on her mind.
âI know I said Iâd get rid of it for you,â Snow continued. âIt just keeps slipping my mind.â
âAre you okay, Bigby?â she asked. âYouâre acting a little funny.â
Bigby felt a heat in his cheeks. Fuck, he really didnât think this through. He could barely describe it himself, how could he explain it to her?
âI needâŚâ he licked his lips trying to find the right words. âI need you to do something for me.â
Snow raised an eyebrow.
âOkayâŚâ she said, her voice laced with suspicion. âWhat do you want me to do?â
Bigbyâs heart was pounding in his chest. Thank god for his stubble, maybe it could hide the red in his face. He spat it out quickly.
âI need you to put it back on me,â he said.
He couldnât look at Snow while the words hovered between them. After a moment of silence, he dared to look at her.
âYou mean...the collar?â Snow asked.
Bigby gritted his teeth. He hated that she was making him say it.
âYes,â he said. âI want you to put the collar back on me.â
He tried to read her thoughts in her expression, but Snowâs face was as blank as her namesake. Then, she rolled the chain up in her hand.
âOkay,â she said. âI can do that.â
She unhooked the collar, then walked up to Bigby. She held it open for him.
âHold still,â she said.Â
Bigby froze as Snow latched it around his throat. He caught that whiff of her perfume again, and a few strands of her black hair tickled his whiskers. He really should have had one more cigarette before he came over.
âIs that too tight?â Snow asked.
Bigby shook his head. Fit like a glove, just as before. Snow took a step back and looked at him, scanning him for a reaction. Bigby wasnât quite sure how to react. He supposed it was some weird itch. One that would be satisfied if he tried it on one more time. Instead, his eyes wandered to the chain that hung by his side.
âI have to be honest,â Snow said, breaking the silence. âDonât get mad at me, butâŚit kind of looks cute on you.â
More heat invaded Bigbyâs face and neck. Snow waited for him to growl or have some witty retort. But he didnât. Bigby looked almost sleepy. No, not sleepy. Serene. He swallowed, and Snow watched his Adamâs apple just barely move under the collar.
âIt feelsâŚâ Bigby said. âKind of nice.â
A small grin crept on Snowâs face.
âI always thought the dog jokes were low hanging fruit,â Snow said. âAnd nonsensical too. Wolves are miles away from dogs.â
Bigby pursed his lips.
âBecause dogs have been domesticated,â he said.
He pulled up the chain and gathered it in his hand. Then, he looked at Snow and walked closer to her. There was a line in the sand, between boss and employee, and Bigby could feel himself just barely balancing it. He gently took Snowâs hand and placed it on the collar, fingers curled into the inside.
âI like it,â he says. âWhen you tug it.â
He held Snowâs gaze for a long moment. He expected in the next few minutes to be promptly kicked out and endure a few painfully awkward days at the office, if he wasnât outright fired. But Snowâs eyes flicked the sheriffâs eyes and her hand at his throat.
âLike this?â she asked.
She pulled at his collar, tugging him closer to her. The band tightened when it did, closing on Bigbyâs windpipe. He grunted when she pulled him, and suddenly all the blood in his body flared and surged at once.
âYeah,â he said, a little breathless. âLike that.â
He took the chain leash and palmed it into Snowâs other hand. She curled her fingers around it, then slowly walked backward to let it hang between them. There was a strange buzzing in her hand. Her face turned pink.
âI think I like it too,â she said softly.
The air between them felt so odd yet electric at once. It was the feeling of making a strange discovery and being unable to look away. Snow looked at the silver chain, then to Bigby, then back and forth.
Then, she used her other hand, she reached a little further on the leash then tugged it back. Bigby stumbled forward but didnât resist. Hand by hand, tug by tug, Snow pulled Bigby closer and closer until he stood right in front of her, her hands at his collar.
Then, she pulled him down into a kiss.Â
Bigby didnât fight it anymore than he fought the chain. He melted into her lips, a low canine purr in his throat. Snow held his chin in her hand. She never realized how much she thought about kissing Bigby, feeling his whiskery-scented whiskers against her mouth, until then. When the kiss broke, they were both a little breathless. Not quite sure if either of them were daydreaming.
âI guessâŚâ Snow said. âYou owe a thanks to Toad and Colin.â
Bigby a sound in his throat between a chuckle and a scoff.
âIf I had known all it took was some pet gear to get you to kiss me, I would have tried it a couple centuries ago.â
âWell, I knew you hated the dog jokes.â
âDidnât stop you the first time.â
âNo. But I liked making you flustered.â
Snow pulled him down into another kiss. She hooked her fingers under the collar and pulled him close, tighter. It was hungrier now, more desperate. Snow moaned a little in her throat and there were more rumbling purrs in Bigbyâs throat. Snow reached up a hand into his shaggy dark hair, petting along his scalp, and Bigby released a canine whine. She chuckled.
âHow cute,â she said.
Any time before then, Bigby would have shriveled at being called âcuteâ by anyone. But now he pressed his face into the crook of her neck and started kissing her. Snow wondered for a moment if his kisses would turn to licks.
She tightened her fingers in his hair and pulled his face back to look at her. Then, her next words left her mouth before she had a chance to think about them.
âDown, boy,â she said.
It came out naturally, like an instinct. Maybe she was right, and the leash in her hand was some kind of cursed object. It was possessing her with habits she never had. But Bigby looked at her, his brown eyes starting to flicker with the lycanthropic gold, and he slowly lowered down to the floor. Snow watched him and he held her gaze with hers.
It sent all the blood rushing down the formerâs princessâs body. In moments when sheâd been angry with him, Snow had imagined plenty of ways of getting him to concede to her. But she never imagined it happening like this, and she never imagined sheâd feel so flustered.
Bigby was right. Maybe she was a little mad with power. And she was enjoying it.
She gave the leash a tug.
âThis way,â she ordered.â
Bigby crawled on his hands and knees after Snow. She admired how he looked from his angle, the way his muscular back moved as he crawled. The tendon in his arms just under his rolled-up sleeves. Without any professional propriety, Snow let her eyes wonder and lick for the first time since she met him.
She walked him into her bedroom, then sat on the edge of the bed. Bigby sat on his knees in front of her. He almost looked peaceful, which only ever seemed to look when he was asleep or passed out. Snow held his face in her hands. He purred and nuzzled his face in her palm.
âI think I like you better like this,â she said. âSo easyâŚopenâŚlisten so wellâŚâ
Bigby didnât have it in him to quip or disagree. His everyday life was not an easy one. Every day, a new case, new crime, more people eager to throw hands with him. Hated by the same people he was employed to protect.
But it was different with Snow. With her, he didnât need to hide anything. He could sink to his knees and let his tired eyes flutter. He sighed into her touch, into her smell that surrounded him like a dreamy cloud.
Snow pressed a kiss to his forehead. Then, she shifted where she sat, and Bigby heard her shoes hit the floor. Then, she reached under her skirt and pulled down the skin-colored pantyhose she wore to work everyday.
âCan you help me with these?â she asked.
Bigby immediately realized what she was about to ask, and he stretched the rest of the nylons from her feet. Then, Snow reached under and pulled off her underwearâblue cotton, new surpriseâand left them by the floor next to her shoes.
Fuck, he could smell her. Strong, immediate, and overwhelming. Bigbyâs mouth began to water and another whine escaped his throat.
Snow curled her fingers into his hair, and spread his thighs enough for his head to fit.
âYou wanna be treated like a dog?â she said. She pushed his head down to her crotch. âThen eat like one.â
Bugby didnât waste any time. He moaned as her wet pussy filled his nose and he curled her tongue between her folds.Snow sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes fluttering and tipping her head back.
âFuckâŚâ she sighed.
The sound made Bigby burn all over. Snow rarely swore, and when she did, it made his whole body hitch. Snowâs thighs twitched as she tried not to close her legs around his head. Bigby clasped his hands on top of her thighs to hold her open.
Bigby felt a shift in his form, the kind that normally came out when he was violently angry/ The hair on his neck and arms thickened to something closer to fur. His eyes yellowed and his teeth sharped, but it made sure only his tongue met Snowâs flesh. He curled and caressed his long, velvet tongue around her until she grabbed a fistful of his hair.
Snow moaned and wrapped the china round her knuckles before giving it another sharp tug. Bigby growled but kept going. It looked like violence wasnât the only thing that brought out his primal side. Passion made his animal half rise to the surface. But it wasnât the wolf who tore apart limbs. It was the hound, chained and eager to please his mistress.
âYesâŚlike thatâŚâ Snow sighed. She pulled the chain with one hand and pulled Bigbyâs hair with the other. She couldnât get him close enough. She needed him in her skin.
Bigby sucked every drop that came out of her, let it trickle hot down his throat. Between his own leg his cock was burning. His hands twitched and unbuckled his belt, before smoothing inside to take his cock in his hands. Snow stopped him with a foot to his crotch.
âNo,â she said between heavy breaths. âMe first.â
Bigby growled in his throat. So that was how she wanted to play it.Â
Fine then.
Bigby gripped her thighs with pale knuckles and devoured her like he was starving. He licked and sucked viciously until Snowâs eyes fluttered close and her head tipped back. His heart was knocking at her ribcage and every breath was short and high-pitched.
âFuckâŚâ she moaned. âFuckâŚBigbyâŚgood boyâŚyesâŚright thereâŚâ
Bigby sucked directly on her clit, and she gushed into his mouth. Snowâs back arched and she gripped his hair as she fucked him in his mouth. His hips bucked to fuck his tongue until it all drained out of her, leaving her breathless, pink, and sweaty.
Bigby lifted his face to hers. His eyes were yellow, his teeth were sharp, and he was shiny with her pleasure. And just underneath that, Snow could see the burning erection sticking out of his open zipper.
Snow released a long breath and grinned. She wiped a bead of sweat from his hair, which had fallen from its bun and cascaded like ink down her back.
âGood boy,â she said breathlessly, then rubbed his hair.
Bigby purred at her words and pushed his head into his hand. He licked his lips for traces of her taste. Being treated like a canine suddenly felt blissful. He just needed it from her.
âNow,â Snow said. She pressed a leg between Bigbyâs thighs, right in front of his cock. âYour turn. Hump my leg like the dog you are.â
Bigby looked at her pale, slender leg, then back up at her. He clasped a hand under his thighâgentle, so his claws would not scratch herâand another under her shin. He positioned his hips, cock just below her knee, then started moving.
It felt better than he expected. Not just her smooth skin against his girth, but her eyes watching him as he debased himself in front of her. He grunted with each thrust, savoring the pleasure rushing up his body. His cock was already leaking onto the floor at her feet.
Snow chuckled.
âYouâre making a mess,â she said. âI might have to put you back on your hands and knees and clean it.â
Fuck. Bigby quickened his pace. It was this side of Snow that made others call her an ice queen. They meant it as an insult, but now it made Bigby burn hotter. Snow was a princess who could be mean when she wanted to, and oh, how he wanted her to be mean.
Very quickly, Bigby felt a finish rising inside of him. His grunts and groans turned to more puppylike whines and whimpers as he thrust his cock against her leg. Snow gently petted his hair as he barrelled closer to the edge. Her voice was sweet and condescending at once.
âGood boy,â she whispered. âMy good puppyâŚâ
Just like that, he came at once. He just missed her leg, spilling everything onto the floor. He kept going even after every drop was gone, not wanting it to finish. He wanted to stay at her feet forever, kneeling like the caged creature he was.
Finally, Snow gave his collar and tug and forced him to look at her. His face was flushed bright redâfrom embarrassment, from arousal, from loveâand she gently wiped some of the sweat from his forehead with her sleeve.
âI guess next time Iâm stressed at the office,â she said. âIâll make sure to keep you under my desk.â
Bigby looked at her, his eyes glinting at thought.
âYou can always borrow mine,â he said. âMine has a door that closes and locks.
Snow grinned, and petted her fingers in his hair.
âGood boy,â she said.
Bigby gave her a knowing grin, eyes yellow and canine fangs long.
âWoof.â
~
âThatâs a nice scarf you got there, Bigby.â
Bigby lifted his head from his paperwork to see Bufkin on his desk. He adjusted the dark blue cotton warming his neck.
âThanks,â he mumbled.
âThough itâs an odd choice, considering itâs May. Donât you think you should wait until it gets cold before wrapping yourself up?â
âBigby has a long scab on his neck.â Snow passed by the desk, a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. âI made him wear it so he wonât pick at it.â She smirked. âHe refused the cone head, so we had to compromise.â
Bufkin laughed. Days before, Bigby would have rolled his eyes at such a joke. Instead, he reached his hands under the scarf and adjusted the collar he had underneath.
âWell, hope it heals soon before you get a heatstroke, Bigby,â Bufkin said. âWeatherman says this summer will be even hotter than the last.â
The flying monkey took off into the bookshelves. Snow leaned on Bigbyâs desk and whispered to him.
âDoes it still feel okay?â she asked.
Bigby smirked, and tugged down the scarf to show the leather. His name glinted from the tag in the buzzing overhead office light.
âLike a glove,â he said.
She returned the look, then leaned across the desk to give him a kiss on the forehead. Her finger found the collar and hooked it.
âDonât forget to bring the chain with you when you leave work tonight,â she whispered into the top of his head.
I'm calling this one done haha
Crossover between HSR + The Wolf Among Us (pose from TWAU's remastered promo art!)
I swear Gallagher and Bigby have so much in common (I wouldn't be surprised if Bigby partially inspired Gally's design and mannerisms), and Robin I feel fits Snow White's role really well <3
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