Title: Look After You
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Second Date
Author: snarkysweetness
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Emma/August
Summary: August takes Emma on that second date.
Warnings: Lots of shameless flirting.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes:Witness August having a 'no can words' moment. Emma Swan has won this round.

Emma couldn't help the goofy smile plastered on her face. Aside from the getting a really good night's sleep with dreams starring one very sexy writer, she felt like a schoolgirl with her first crush. Sure, the wall was still up and a voice in the back of her mind kept screaming at her to run for the hills, but she wanted to try with him. After all, how many men actually stayed up until all hours of the night talking to a woman? She'd spent more time on one date and one phone call getting to know August and letting him know her than she had in actual relationships.

Maybe Mary Margaret and Ruby were right about letting down those walls.


Emma wasn't the only one who had sleep well. Instead of guilt-ridden dreams keeping him from getting any rest he'd slept like a baby, dream-free.

He walked into the Sheriff's Station carrying a cup of coffee in each hand and found Emma in her office, staring out the window with a very dream smile on her face. Good, he wasn't the only one.

She was deep in thought, so much she hadn't heard him approach. Feeling playful, August put his foot on her chair and spun it to face him.


One moment Emma stared out into nothing, thinking about giving August that kiss when she felt her chair lurch and she let out a very unladylike scream.

"August! You ass!"

Emma swatted at him and then placed a hand on her chest, her heart rate racing out of control.

"Sorry, Princess, I couldn't help myself," he teased, chuckling.

She gave him a glare as he sat on the edge of her desk.

"One of those for me?"


He had to admit, her reaction had been one of the best things he'd ever seen in his life. Laughing as she swatted at him, he sat on her desk, finding her presence comforting.

"I don't know, one of these could be for you," he teased, handing it to her before pulling it back, "but only if you ask me very nicely."

Instead of giving him her usual 'come on' look, she stood and gave him a mock pout.

"Please?"

"No, that isn't-"

August temporarily forgot how to form words as Emma slid in against him, her fingers trailing over the back of his hand.

"How about this?"

Emma leaned in and gingerly kissed his cheek, taking her coffee out of his hand as she did so.

After a very long moment August remembered how to speech and managed to get out words.

"That works too."


Emma took her coffee and sipped at it before turning away with a grin. She'd momentarily considered actually giving him that kiss she owed him, but thought better of it. Her office was not the best place for that, especially since she knew full well that one kiss with him would lead to twenty more and one of them straddled down to her desk where Regina or one of the part-time Deputies would be sure to interrupt.

"So, how can I help you, Mr. Booth?"

Emma sat back in her chair and swirled back and forth a few times before resting her feet on the trashcan under her desk.

She watched with amusement as August cleared his throat and took a long swig of his coffee, clearly trying to compose himself.

"I was actually hoping to take you on that second date we talked about."

"Really? I thought I told you I needed to think about it?"

"No, you said you needed to think about me taking you out of Storybrooke Friday night. What I am proposing is just a date, here in Storybrooke."

Emma tried not to appreciate his snarky tone or the adorable way his face lit up when he spoke to her.

"What, now?"

"Why not?"

Emma made her pouty face at him.

"I'm working."


August loved her pouty face.

One of these days he was going to kiss it right off of her.

"It's Saturday! And it's Storybrooke, what is going to happen if the Sheriff takes a lunch break?"

"Nothing," she said in a semi-whine. A moment later, after considering it, she sighed, realizing her Saturday would probably be wasted siting around her office anyway. "Fine, I guess I can forward all calls to my cell. Granny's?" She asked, standing to grab her jacket and keys.

August smirked, leading her out of the station.

"Actually, I had something else in mind."

She glanced up and gave him one of her questioning glances but said nothing.

August's bike was parked next to her bug with a picnic basket tied down to the back.

"Really?"

"Courtesy of Granny, come on."

August lifted the basket and placed an arm around her, leading her in the direction of their well.

"We're walking? Where?"

"You whine a lot, you know that? And I'm taking you somewhere special, it's not far, the walk will be good for you," he teased.


"I do not whine," Emma huffed, shrugging his arm off of her shoulders. It took her a couple of minutes to realize where they were going and she shook her head. She'd kill the romantic bastard if he hurt her after all of this.

"So, tell me, if our drink was our first date, shouldn't last night technically be our second and this our third?" Emma teased.

August smirked.

"If last night counted as our second date, then me bringing you coffee should really be our third."

"And this is what? Fourth?"

August stopped and she did the same. Emma faced him, grinning, as he leaned forward to push back a lock of her hair.

"Does that mean I missed the third date dirty sex session?" He teased.

Emma stepped forward and leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"No, see, I have a five date rule and well, seeing as I haven't let you kiss me yet, I may have to change it to a ten-date rule, just for you."

Now that she knew that she was capable of rendering him speechless she was going to have fun pushing him to see how far she could tease him before he went for that kiss again. Next time she wouldn't pull away.


Was she trying to kill him?

August came back a moment later with his own bit of torture.

"Too bad," he whispered back, moving his lips next to hear ear, "I was looking forward to showing you how a real man treats a woman because I have the feeling that no man has every made love to you properly and I plan to be the first."

He slid his hand down her side before gripping her waist and pulling her flush against him, eliciting a small gasp from her and a smirk from him.

"You can keep trying to tease and torture me, Princess, but remember, I can do it too. Your move."

He waited a long moment before pulling away from her and continuing their walk nonchalantly.


It took Emma a moment to remember to breath and then she shook her head, rushing after him.

"Jackass."

Five minutes later they finally arrived to the small clearing where the well stood and Emma suddenly became aware that somewhere between their flirting break and this moment she'd taken his hand. She casually slipped her hand out of his and walked towards the spot where he'd already set up a blanket.

"You are optimistic, aren't you? What if I had said 'no'?"


August hadn't complained when she'd taken his hand but when she let go of it he found himself missing contact with her. He moved to the blanket he'd set up earlier and the day and set their basket down, taking out the lunch Granny had packed for them with all of Emma's favorites; a thermos with hot chocolate, grilled cheeses, and pumpkin pie.

"I guess I would have finally been forced to give into all of Ruby's seduction attempts," he said with a serious look on his face before breaking into a grin.

Emma shook her head and playfully punched his arm.

"Like I'd believe that for a second."

"Now who's optimistic?"


Emma knew he'd been teasing but the thought of him actually giving up on her and going for Ruby made her stomach feel sick for a moment.

"It's not optimistic, if you wanted Ruby, you'd have had her by now."

"That's true, not to mention there's this other girl in town who's caught my eye."

Emma reached for the pie first and sent him a small look.

"Is that so?"

August gave her a look that was so full of genuine affection Emma had to look away, pretending to be interested in her pie.

"Just a little bit, though, I'm not quite sure where she stands."

She felt the damn butterflies again and she took a bite of her pie before shrugging.

"Maybe you should give her some time to figure that out."

"Oh, I'm planning to give her all the time in the world for that."

She found herself smiling.

"Good."


Maybe not all of the time, just the time he had left. He'd find a way to make her break the curse and if somewhere along the way she found a way to feel for him the way he was already starting to feel about her, even better.