Title: The Bachelor and the Bride
Chapter Two: Road Trip
Author: snarkysweetness
Rating: R
Characters: Emma, Ruby, August, & Killian; Emma/August & Ruby/Killian
Summary: After graduation, Ruby and Killian decide to elope and bring Emma and August along for the ride. Will the guarded Emma finally let August in or will she keep their 'friendship' intact? Or will he charm her until she can no longer resist? And can Ruby and Killian make it through the first few weeks of their marriage without killing each other?
Warnings: Killian's filthy mouth, language, sexy feelings, and non-explicit sexy times.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: I'm the worst wife ever. Here's part two of your fic, lovely. It's not the best thing ever, but it's one of those pesky needed in-between chapters, the rest will be better, promise.
"You're staring," Emma whispered, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. She glanced away from the window to find that August was indeed watching her with a curious smile on his lips. "What?"
"Nothing," he replied with a goofy expression. This time she did roll her eyes.
"Shouldn't you be watching the road? I'm not keen on dying anytime soon."
He shook his head and turned back to the road but she caught him glancing her way a few more times. A small smile tugged at her lips but she did her best to stay composed. She wasn't going to let August Booth get under her skin. She rested her elbow on the console and pressed her cheek into her palm as she fiddled with the radio.
They were both trying to avoid listening to Ruby and 'Killy Willy' going at it in the backseat. Emma made a face as their lips smacked together. She'd been unfortunate enough to catch Killian devouring Ruby's face earlier. She wasn't sure kissing was supposed to look that way, having only done it with Graham, but if so, she never wanted to do it again.
August caught her eye and she felt a blush rise to her cheek.
Okay, maybe not 'never'.
She closed her eyes and thought back to the first time she'd met him. He'd been a real gentleman that night. Not only had he not taken advantage of her but he'd taken care of her. She'd just been the stupid drunk friend of his friend's girlfriend, he'd had no obligation to be a decent human being, but he had been. He'd even come to check in on her.
"So, your parents didn't kill you?"
Emma's head was pounding and she was in no mood for anyone's shit. She opened her mouth to tell whoever it was that dared to taunt her at this time off but stopped once she saw it was him.
"No, they decided to punish me by making me endure the Sunday brunch noise."
The kitchen bell dinged and she winced before covering her ears. She motioned for him to join her and cursed her stupid decision making.
"How did you know I'd be here?"
August took a seat across from her and gave her an annoying, shit-eating grin.
"Ruby told me. How did you know I came looking for you and not for the fine, frozen lasagna?"
Her cheeks went red and she reached for her coffee with a small shrug.
"I guess that was pretty presumptuous of me."
"Yes, but I have a feeling that's just you."
"It might be. So, did you come for the lasagna?"
He gave her another smile and she blushed again.
That hadn't exactly been the start of a beautiful friendship. She didn't let people in easily and he was a downright shit sometimes. To say their friendship was tenuous was putting it mildly. She liked him, which was the problem. Her liking boys never ended up well for her so she thought it best to nip it in the bud. And he could tell that he bothered her, which amused him. They spent more time snarking at one another than ever actually speaking.
She was used to it and she had no plans to change their relationship, especially when she planned to head far, far away for college.
"You're staring again," she mumbled and glanced over to meet his eyes. He smiled and motioned to the backseat. Emma regretted looking before she even finished turning around.
"JESUS CHRIST YOU TWO!"
She'd just now seen more of Killian Jones than she ever cared to see again.
She made a face and reached out to turn the radio way up when her hand came into contact with August's. A spark when through her and she jerked it back quickly and painfully.
"Sorry," he muttered as she held her hand against her chest, nursing it.
"Not your fault, static electricity," Emma muttered bashfully. He gave her a small smile and she glared at him. "What?"
"I think you like me."
"I do not!"
He chuckled.
"Yeah, you do."
"I don't and even if I did, why would you care?"
He put the car on cruise, glanced over his shoulder, and then leaned in.
"Because I like you too," he whispered before giving her a small wink. Emma stared at him blankly as he went back to driving. She crossed her arms and stared ahead at the road without speaking, for the rest of the car ride.
