Title: Look After You
Chapter Fourteen: Really, With the Middle Initial?
Author: snarkysweetness
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Emma/August
Summary: Emma finally finds out the sexy stranger's name.
Warnings: Language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: Now that we're at the point where Emma knows August's name, expect there to be a lot more chapters with stuff that isn't in the show at all. Enjoy.
Emma spent the next week in a bad mood. She was gone before Mary Margaret could talk to her in the morning, wolfing down her cereal before spending her days hiding out at the station. She knew that if she ran into her mystery man she would find some way to drag him into an alley and fuck him senseless. And when she was home she had a hard time not thinking about the fact that Mary Margaret and David had probably screwed on every surface of the loft.
Today she was braving going to Granny's because she was sick of donuts, cereal, and leftovers. She really needed a hot cup of coffee and Granny's amazing French toast.
Oh and bacon. Always bacon. Emma could eat bacon for every meal.
Plus there was the whole Mary Margaret calling her thing. Emma supposed it was time to deal with her roommate, even if she really didn't want to.
As she approached the diner she let out a sigh, stopping on the sidewalk. Of course he'd be here. Emma pushed aside all of her desires for him and began making her way towards the diner again, knowing she probably looked a bit intense, but she didn't care, she was determined to not throw herself at him.
She'd throw herself at some carbs and salted pork instead.
Emma walked towards the diner with purpose, stopping when she realized her mystery man was coming right at her. They both stop for a moment, taken aback with one another. No doubt he was remembering her drunken advances.
And there was that grin again. Well, two could play at that game.
Giving him a flirty look, Emma shoves her hands in her back pocket, trying to appear uninterested, but really, there's just a tense feeling in the air.
"I've been meaning to bump into you. Matter of fact I was hoping we might grab that drink you promised."
"Is that you asking me out on a date?"
Emma isn't sure if she wants it to be a date, but there's that small part of her that hopes it's a date. It was hard not to want it to be one when he kept looking at her with those gorgeous eyes.
August had been thinking about her, ever since the dreams had started. Every night for the past week had been spent with his subconscious plaguing his mind with images of what his life should have been back in the Enchanted Forest.
The angst from his nighttime life with his Princess had led to him throwing himself into fixing Henry's book and writing his own story, to the point where it was nearly complete, and to the point where he knew he could no longer avoid Emma. It was time to get back on with the getting her to trust him thing so they could break this damn curse.
Having her wanting to go on a date didn't help with his resolve to keep his hands off of her, however.
Neither did her lips.
August had to keep mentally reminding himself to stop staring at them.
"Well, if putting a label on it makes you more comfortable, sure, let's call it a date."
Okay, so he wanted it to be a date just as much as she did. He'd been born into a land with magic, True Love, and epic love stories, he couldn't help it if some part of him wanted to show her some of the romance they'd both missed out on in their shitty lives in this world.
She just smirks at him with that incredibly snarky attitude of hers.
"I thought you came here to write, find inspiration."
Now it's his turn.
"I'm optimistic about our date."
He wants her, badly, but he remembers the kid and the mission, so he decides to tone down the flirting, for his own sanity.
Emma isn't sure whether to be amused or turned on. Perhaps she was a bit of both, which, in Emma Swan's case, always ended in disaster. She had a horrible track record with men and it was probably better to find out what this one's damage was before she went stupid for him, his stubble, and his penis.
"See, I have a policy, I won't go out with guys if they won't tell me their names. I find it weeds out the ones who like to keep secrets like they're married or they store body parts in their freezer."
August stares at her for a moment, unsure of what to say. He couldn't tell if she was serious or not. And if she was…
What in the fuck kind of men had she dated in her life?
And why were her eyes so beautiful, like the rest of her?
Then those lips…
Emma watches him for a moment before she can't handle dealing with the looks he's sending her way. She was beginning to feel dirty from all of the eye sex they've been having since the night they met.
"It was nice talking to you."
She pushes past him, needing to get away from his gaze.
August closes his eyes for a nanosecond, not even waiting a full heartbeat before calling out to her. They can't keep playing this game anymore and it's about time for him to really get to know her.
"It's August."
He turns just as she does the same and gives her a small smile.
"August W. Booth."
"Really, with the middle initial?"
August smirks. Good God, she's beautiful.
"The 'W' is for 'Wayne'.
"It's August."
Emma turns to find him doing the same and for a moment, her heart forgets to beat.
"August W. Booth."
Emma can't help herself; she says the first thing that comes to her mind.
"Really, with the middle initial?"
There was that look again. She supposed she'd need to get used to it.
"The 'W' is for 'Wayne'.
Emma raised both eyebrows. Who the fuck did he think he was, Batman?
"So there goes your reason for not meeting me here after work."
Emma felt a small twinge of guilt; she had accused him of being a serial killer, after all. And he looked so upset at the thought that she might not be here later. She'd considered not showing up for a moment, but she couldn't help but check out that ass on his way back to his bike.
Oh yeah, she was showing up. She wasn't going to be able to deal with all of her conflicting feelings and sexual frustrations by avoiding him forever.
"So there goes your reason for not meeting me here after work."
August gives her a small 'be here' look before walking away. He needs to finish the kid's book and another moment with her and he'd resume the full on flirting and neither one of them needed that. Besides, he was sure their date would be full of it.