Pairings: Emma/August, Emma/Mary Margaret
Rating: T (sexy implications, language)
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Once Upon a Time.
A/N: Snarky and I are obsessed with August's belt buckle. So I felt the need to write this drabble because we are pretty sure Emma would be, too. And if you don't know what we're talking about, watch the second August/Neal scene in Tallahassee because damn.
And I may add more to this, so I'm leaving it open for now. :D
She wondered how it felt; to trace her fingers along the uneven edges of ornately patterned metal while pressing her thumb against the smooth turquoise stone set in the middle…
"Emma, are you even listening to me?"
Looking back to her roommate, she felt her face flush. "Yeah, of course. Go on."
Sunlight spilled in from the portrait window behind her, illuminating the diner and causing that damn belt buckle to flash brightly. Emma's eyes darted back to August, his hip jutting out as he leaned edgewise against the counter. This time, she noticed his dark v-neck henley, the open buttons allowing her a small glimpse of his chest…
"Emma!"
"I'm sorry—"
Before she could be stopped, Mary Margaret twisted her upper body to look for the object of Emma's fixation, then turned back slowly, her eyes wide with disapproval. "Oh, Emma…"
"I know," she agreed quietly and pinched the bridge of her nose.
Mary Margaret leaned forward, lowering her voice. "You had one date with the guy! And it wasn't even a real date! He took you to a well… a well!"
Emma looked at her roommate guiltily. "Listen, don't worry about it. Nothing's gonna happen, I promise."
"If you say so," she replied, pursing her lips, then reached back to pull her jacket on. "Time for school. See you at home."
After watching her roommate leave, Emma pushed her plate away and brought Kathryn's case file to the table, pretending not to notice when August smirked at her and turned to walk away with a to-go cup in his hand. She allowed herself to watch as he neared the entrance of the inn, staring unashamedly at his backside in those tight jeans.
He stopped suddenly and Emma put her head down, shuffling through the papers in a vain attempt to busy herself and after a few moments, she peeked up to find him casually reading a newspaper in the last booth by the door. She couldn't help but notice her clear view under the table and it didn't take long before she was imagining herself between those parted thighs, fingering the metal buckle, so cool to the touch… pulling it free, sliding the leather out through his belt loops…
Glancing up suddenly, August caught Emma staring and grinned smugly.
Crap. There would be no hiding that one.
Feeling her cheeks redden once again, she quickly turned her attention back to the papers in front of her and forced herself not to let her eyes wander. After reviewing the phone records for a third time, she sighed and reached for her coffee mug, wishing fruitlessly that he would just leave already. He must have something to do today besides acting all mysterious and sexy…
She tensed as she felt a presence in front of her and looked up with just her eyes to find herself face to face with the buckle. Bringing her head up, Emma regarded August nervously as his fingers skimmed over the surface of the table, stopping near her arm. He pressed his palm flat and leaned forward, bringing his mouth to her ear.
"I noticed you've been admiring my belt buckle." His breath was warm against her skin, and Emma felt her heart rate begin to rise. "Just so you know, you're more than welcome to remove it anytime."
Emma's lips parted on their own accord and she shifted uncomfortably, heat rushing to her stomach, unable to speak for fear of what might come out of her mouth. He pulled away and smirked again, locking his eyes with hers as he took a few steps backwards before turning to saunter back to the inn.
When he'd disappeared around the corner, Emma quickly shuffled the papers back into the folder and hastily threw a wad of cash on the table, then pulled on her coat and rushed out the door.
She made her way hurriedly through the courtyard and nearly ran across the street to the cruiser, throwing down the case file on the passenger seat after slamming the door. She sat for a moment, eyes closed, hands gripping on the steering wheel, with that damn belt buckle the only thing on her mind. She really couldn't find a practical reason not to take him up on his offer, and maybe a bit of stress relief would do her good. Closing her eyes again, she imagined herself underneath that hard body, his mouth and hands everywhere…
A loud horn sounding brought Emma back to reality. Sighing, she glanced down at the clock; there was nearly an hour before she was due in the station. Deciding to take advantage of the time, she started the car and rushed back to the apartment, in pursuit of a much-needed cold shower.