Pairings: Emma/August, Emma/Ruby, Ruby/Archie (a little)

Rating: M (non-explicit sexytimes, language)

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Once Upon a Time.

A/N: Ok, this is the end for real. This story pretty much started out as wanting to write sexy dance times and slowly got out of control. Thanks for reading and for all the great reviews. Hope you enjoy! Oh, and the title of this story as well as all the chapter titles come from the song Say Yes by Elliott Smith. Go listen to it. Right now.

Emma's mind swam as she hurried down the inn stairs, turning to exit through the diner after remembering she'd parked in front. Pausing just before the entrance, she realized her hair was probably more than a little mussed up and pulled it back into a ponytail, then flipped her phone open to see missed calls from Mary Margaret and Henry, along with several texts asking where she was.

She cursed herself for allowing August to talk her into something as ridiculous as having sex all day without regard for anything else. Still… she'd never felt as satisfied with a man as she did presently, remembering that buzz of electricity between her thighs, she bit her lip, wondering if allowing herself to let August become a more intimate part of her life would be such a bad thing.

"Emma!" Ruby greeted her as she weaved between tables. "Here for dinner?"

"No, I'm…" she paused, realizing it was going to look strange coming from the inn only to leave out the front. On top of which, she hadn't eaten since breakfast and all of the day's activities left her stomach growling. "Yeah, actually I am." She pulled her phone out again and sent Mary Margaret a text, inviting her to dinner.

"Oh, because I mean your car's been out front all day and no one's seen you or August…"

Emma was desperate to change the subject. "How was your date with Archie last night?"

"Emma, it was great! He took me to that little Italian place, Joe & Tony's…"

Emma listened eagerly, happy her distraction worked and waited anxiously for Mary Margaret to arrive.

"Oh hey, August!" Ruby had stopped mid-sentence, and Emma tensed before twisting back to look wide-eyed at him. He appeared just as shocked to see her there as well, his mouth slightly ajar as he halted in his tracks.

"Actually, while I have the two of you here," Ruby continued, and although Emma was thankful she hadn't picked up on the obvious tension, whatever Ruby wanted to say that had to do with the two of them, she did not want to be a part of. Not yet at least. "Archie and I were talking and we want to thank both of you for, you know… setting us up and all, so we were hoping to take you out for dinner sometime this week."

Emma simply stared at August, unable to create a coherent thought and hoping he'd be able to come up with something before Ruby got suspicious. Her heart thudded in her chest as she watched him struggle to reply.

Finding his lack of response unfit, Emma decided to take matters into her own hands. "Ruby that's… very nice of you, but I don't think—"

"Come on, it'll be fun… think of it as a double date!"

Emma loved Ruby, she really did, but after what just happened between she and August, Emma couldn't find a single reason why going on a date with him would be a good idea.

"Of course," August interjected. The look of bewilderment on his face from just moments before had faded into his signature smirk. "We'd love to come. Right Emma?"

What the hell was he playing at? She shot him a look before turning back to Ruby. "Yeah. Sounds good."

Granny's voice called out for Ruby from the kitchen and she rolled her eyes. "I'll get you the details later," she promised as she went back to grab her orders from the window.

August rounded the table and sat in front of Emma, still smiling smugly. She reached across the expanse to punch him in the arm. "Why are you here?"

"What? You're the one who didn't leave. Not my fault." He leaned in, his eyes dark with desire. "Besides, spending the day ravishing you left me famished."

Emma scoffed and crossed her arms. "Well you didn't have to agree to go on a double date with Ruby and Archie!"

"Emma, relax. It's just dinner with our friends."

The door chimed open and Emma looked past August, relieved to see Mary Margaret enter the diner.

"I will deal with you later, but now you have to go," she said in a hushed tone and glanced nervously up as her roommate removed her jacket and hat, placing them on the coat rack by the door.

"I think I can live with that." His eyes gleamed and he stood just as Mary Margaret made her way to the table. He bid her good evening and Emma watched him take a seat at the bar, then turned her attention to her friend.

"So where have you been all day?"

Emma cleared her throat and looked down at her menu. "I got called into the station. So I'm thinking about the special…" She tried not to notice Mary Margaret frown and glance over to August, and was thankful when she decided not to press the matter.

Emma managed to avoid August for the majority of the week, only stopping into Granny's during the hours she knew he would be busy with writing. She was also pleasantly surprised to find him keep his distance as well, only sending her a text that Thursday to let her know they'd be having their double date the following night. No. Not date. Just dinner.

Her mind wandered as she observed herself in the only dress she owned other than the red one, a demure black number, and wondered what August would think of it. She shook her head and checked the time again, deciding this would have to do, and threw on her jacket. She'd never been to this particular restaurant before, an upscale Chinese place called Mushu's, and gave herself extra time to find it. So she waited in the cold, the first to arrive, cursing her choice of outfit and wishing the others would hurry up.

"Nice legs." She spun around to find August strolling toward her, looking her up and down coyly. He stopped just in front of her and leaned in, lowering his voice. "But I liked them a lot more when they were wrapped around my waist."

Crossing her arms, Emma sneered and took a step away, suppressing the heat building in her gut. After spending the last five days convincing herself their recess was a one-time deal, she refused to deal with his bullshit. "I'm not doing this tonight with you, August."

"You said you'd deal with me later and we're already on a date, why not tonight?" He stepped in again, invading her personal space.

Emma rolled her eyes and turned toward the street, hoping to see Ruby's car pull up. "This isn't a date. We're just spending time with our friends."

"If you say so." His eyes stayed glued to her face and she tried not to notice him smirk. "Why don't we go inside and get a table, you must be chilly."

With a glare, Emma stomped off toward the door, disallowing August the satisfaction of holding it open for her, and unzipped her jacket as she stepped inside.

"Let me take that for you," August said huskily into her ear, his hands brushing her hair aside to help pull the leather from her shoulders. She suppressed a shudder, allowing him to take the garment, and watched him hang it in the coatroom alongside his own. She suddenly felt a bit overdressed. He was wearing the same ensemble as usual, dark jeans and boots, except instead of this normal thermal henley, he wore a black dress shirt with the top button undone, allowing her that welcome glimpse of his chest…

Cursing herself internally, she looked away and indicated to the hostess that they needed a table for four. She was irritated with August's brazen attitude and hoped he'd tone it down once their friends arrived.

"That dress is incredible, by the way," August said as he moved quickly to pull her chair out. She gave him a look and sat, feeling the warmth of his mouth by her ear. "I'd like nothing more than to peel it off of you right now."

It took everything in Emma's power not to slap him. She didn't want to cause a scene, but was also furious at his refusal to let things be and turned her head just enough so that he'd hear her. "You need to stop. Immediately."

"No harm intended."

"August, I'm serious—" She looked up to see Archie and Ruby walk in. They hadn't seen Emma sitting at the table yet, with August leaning over her shoulder, so she shooed him away. Much to her chagrin, he took the seat next to her, sliding his hand over her thigh. She kicked him in the foot and his hand disappeared, but not before the sensation sent shivers up her spine.

The couple approached the table and sat after greeting their friends. In the midst of conversation, Emma could have sworn that at one point, Archie shot August a wink so she looked for August's reaction, but he put his head down and pushed his kung-pao chicken around his plate.

Every so often, August's hand would move to her thigh, and Emma, knowing she couldn't do anything for fear of drawing attention to it, downed two and a half glasses of wine to try and keep her mind off of the way his touch made her feel.

After the plates had been taken away and the check paid, she stood and realized how hard that wine hit her, inadvertently clutching at August's arm for support. His hand slid reflexively around her waist, preventing her from crashing into the table.

"Woah, there. Maybe I should give you a ride home."

The heat on her cheeks flared and she pulled herself away from him, unconcerned that Ruby and Archie were staring awkwardly as she untangled herself from his grasp.

"I'm fine," she declared and moved toward to coatroom, albeit a bit wobbly, and August was at her side almost immediately.

"No, you're not. You had almost 3 glasses of wine, I'm driving you home."

She looked up at him; an expression of concern in place of the smug grin she'd grown accustomed to. She shifted uncomfortably, realizing it would be bad press for the Sheriff to get a DWI. "Fine," she agreed reluctantly. "You may take me home."

They bid Archie and Ruby farewell, and August annoyingly tucked Emma into the passenger seat of her bug and slid behind the driver's wheel, turning toward her. She swatted his hands away and assured him that she could buckle her own seatbelt. "For fuck's sake, I'm a little tipsy, not blackout drunk."

"Sorry for being concerned, Sunshine."

"August, please…"

"No, Emma, I care about you. You're the only woman I've ever had sex with where it actually meant something and no matter what you've told yourself to block out what happened between us last week, you can't deny that what he have is special. I'm not gonna force you into anything you're not ready for, but I'm also not going to let you push me away."

Tears unwelcomely pricked Emma's eyes and she pounded her fist a single time on August's chest. She hadn't even been aware of her fears that August's intentions with her were less than admirable, but the look on his face caused whatever walls she kept up in her heart to quickly dissolve and before she could stop herself, her fist had balled into the lapel of his jacket, twisting the leather as she pulled him towards her, pressing her lips against his.

August's hands moved to her thighs, sliding up under the hem of her skirt to grip her flesh. She quickly undid the seat belt and moved to pull herself into his lap, but the cramped confines of her bug made it nearly impossible to get any closer, and she bumped her head on the ceiling.

"Take me back to your place," she breathed against his mouth.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded and slid her hand across the front of his jeans, eliciting a deep groan from his throat.

"Hurry up before I change my mind." She sat back, smiling coyly and buckled the belt again while August ran a hand through his hair and started the engine.

Climbing the staircase of the inn, they paused every few steps to paw at each other, letting their hands wander as they went. When they made it to the landing, August pulled her flush against his body, snaking his hands under her dress to cup her ass, lifting her up. Emma wrapped her legs around his waist, not caring that her dress had been hiked up enough to be indecent, losing herself in another fervent kiss.

Having propped her up against the doorframe, August fumbled with the key, trying not to let Emma's lips tracing his neck distract him too much from accomplishing his goal.

"If you don't stop that, I won't be able to get you inside to ravish you, love." He cooed as Emma nipped affectionately at his earlobe.

"Who says I'm going to let you do that?" She jested and August managed to push his way into the room, letting Emma down before tearing his mouth away from hers to remove his coat and boots

Emma followed suit, kicking off her heels before reattaching herself to August. His hands traced up the zipper of her dress, sending shivers through her spine and caused her to moan loudly into his mouth.

"August, get this damn dress off of me. Now," she demanded and rolled his bottom lip between her teeth.

"Gladly," he growled back and tugged at the zipper, pulling away as his fingers slipped under the straps on her shoulders, drawing the fabric down her arms. She returned the favor by working the buttons of his shirt open and ridding him of his belt and jeans.

As August pressed her against the mattress, Emma could hardly believe she'd tried to push him away; every aspect of their time together felt so utterly right, so perfect and so… something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. She'd certainly never been with a man who was able to find and exploit every pleasurable area of her body, and she'd also never been so anxious to return the favor.

Emma curled up against August's side, her fingers making lazy circles on his chest while August's hands stroked her tangled hair. Normally she'd be prepared to leave, to run out before sleep overtook her but tonight she allowed herself to drift off, listening to the sweet affirmations August whispered into her ear.

"You're still here."

Emma blinked her eyes open, remembering that she was in the bed of August Booth, then draped one arm over his torso, snuggling against him. "Of course I am."

"Aren't you worried about what the hens will say?"

"Let them talk. I'm all yours now." She craned her head up to meet his lips. "And you are mine."

He grinned and leaned down to kiss her once more, parting his lips, his tongue begging for entrance.

"Blech, morning breath." She wrinkled her nose and sat up, stretching her arms above her head with a yawn. His hands ghosted up her shoulders and she felt the scratch of stubble brush the base of her neck, eliciting a small noise. She rolled her head to the side, allowing his lips to press gently across her skin.

"There's an extra toothbrush in the bathroom if you'd like to freshen up," he said softly into her ear after a moment.

Emma glanced at the clock; she had two hours before needing to get to the station. With a sly smile, she twisted to face him. "First one back to bed wins?"

August grinned at her. "You're on."