emma booth finally found her family (daughterofsnow) wrote in blackpoint, @ 2015-01-25 17:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | august booth, em swan |
WHO: August Booth & Emma Swan
WHEN: January 25th, 2015
WHERE: NYC, NY: Their Apartment
WHAT: August has something to ask Emma.
RATING: PG
August liked big elaborate plans. Some would call him a show-off even, and then he’d undoubtedly prove the point by denying the claim with vehement grandeur. He was the sort who enjoyed a public spectacle, and he was fond of getting feedback from others. But this was different. He’d been planning on proposing to Emma for months now -- the better part of the last year, even. He’d been working on the ring for at least six months. He’d gotten Henry’s blessing, and then Ella’s as well. It was something he took very seriously. When they’d spoken a few months back about their future, he’d told her very simply that he planned to marry her. And he’d meant it. They weren’t out in some great public square now, and he didn’t have an elaborate plans. He’d thought about it, of course. He’d drafted some ideas, too, but nothing had seemed to fit. So mostly, he’d just been waiting. He lay in bed beside her, lifting up on his side to look at her where she lay, amusement in his expression. “I’m going to make a new light fixture,” he announced, gesturing up to the simple brass thing that had come with the apartment. “It doesn’t fit our decor.” Opening her eyes when he started to talk and squinting up at the light fixture he was gesturing to, she groaned and turned over. Face first into her pillow, not caring about wrinkles or how she probably couldn’t be heard clearly as she spoke into it, she mumbled, “It’s too early to talk decor. Go back to sleep.” She flopped an arm around in his general direction, probably hitting him once or twice in the chest with her hand, before she curled up into a ball and pulled the covers around her better. She had a day off and she had no intention to be up before noon unless there was food and/or sex involved. Neither of which she planned to initiate, so it was all up to August to get her attention now. The extent of her laziness was not known to most, but August knew she could be stubborn about it when she wanted to be. And it looked like today would be one of those days. August watched her reaction with amusement. Sleeping Beauty Emma was one of his favorites, even when she was a total grump. He laughed lightly, a low rumbling in his chest, as she hit him. “It’s never too early to talk décor, Swan,” he said, and leaned forward to kiss her shoulder. There was something about this moment, even if it wasn’t a special one. This was a side to Emma most didn’t see, and not just physically. He loved her as much now as he did when she was in her sweetest, most awake mood and as much as she was in her sassiest and most sensual. He acted on impulse, then, reaching off his side of the bed to find his jeans, digging out the little box he’d been keeping with him regularly for a little while now. He curled himself around her then, snaking his arms around her waist to pull her back to his chest. “Em, stay awake,” he said into her ear. “I need to tell you something.” She could be confused for a teenager being forced to go to school in the morning, with the way she was acting. Emma struggled momentarily against August, before going limp with a groan. “Can’t let me sleep in, can you?” She turned in his arms, curling up against him, seeking warmth. Rubbing her face against his chest, she pressed a kiss there before asking, “‘Kay. Whatdya want?” The blonde refused to open her eyes still, but she was awake enough to be paying attention to whatever it was August wanted to talk about. Emma had no idea he had a very significant box in his hand. August was thoroughly charmed by the behavior, even with how absurd it actually was. He laughed as she struggled and finally gave in. “Nope. You can go back to sleep after if you want,” he said, welcoming her into his arms as she turned against him, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she did the same against his chest. “I want you to marry me,” he said, mostly into her hair. “Because I love you more than anything in the world and you’ve been the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and the only way this could get any better than it is right now is if it lasts forever.” It took a long minute for Emma to actually hear what he was saying because he had jumped from the whole marriage thing into his reasoning pretty fast and she was still stuck on the words ‘marry me.’ It wasn’t a surprise. Well, that was a lie. This? This, the two of them in bed early in the morning, was a surprise. But the actual proposal wasn’t a surprise. Emma had known it was coming for awhile now, but she hadn’t run away from it because she had wanted it as much as he did. The only things she hadn’t known were how and when he was going to do it. But it still struck her dumb for a minute, before she was able to give him some kind of response. Pushing away from where she was smushed up against his chest, she was grinning while she pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him in a flurry of hair, limbs, and bedsheets. Holding him down against the bed with her hands, she warned, “You’re probably making a mistake asking to make this all official.” Her smile betrayed how she really felt about those words. August felt at ease with it all, even though he rightfully should’ve felt anxiety and nerves. It wasn’t just because he’d already mentioned this to her before, because he’d been feeling those nerves on occasion even since then as he decided on a time to ask. It was this moment, which was so perfect in its ease and comfort, that made the difference. That and, of course, the fact that he’d never been more confident about anything in his life. He grinned as well as she maneuvered, not at all opposed to finding himself suddenly looking up at her. “Nah, this one I’m pretty confident isn’t a mistake,” he said, pulling his hands up between them so that he could open the little box he’d had concealed in one of them. Inside was a diamond set in a ring he’d carved with intricate care and had Ella charm into being as hard as steel. “Will you marry me, Em?” “Oh,” she breathed, eyes going wide as she looked at the ring he pulled out. It was absolutely gorgeous and so much. Too much. And yet, she loved it. She loved him and everything felt so right in this moment. “Wow...I mean,” she said, catching herself as she started grinning wide. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes,” she repeated as she leaned down to kiss him soundly on the mouth. It was a labor of love, that ring, and he was glad that her reaction was so favorable. He grinned brighter still as he waited for her actual answer, his heart racing just a little if only because he did love her so much and this was all such an important moment. He kissed her back, a hand pulling away from the box to curl at her neck so that he could meet her solidly. After a few moments, he kissed away reaching to take her hand so he could slip the ring on her finger. “Damn, I’m good,” he said, marveling at the fit. “You oughta keep me around, you know.” She was reluctant to pull away from that kiss, but she allowed it only because she knew what was coming next. Letting him put that ring on the finger didn’t make her feel anymore tied down. Rather, the happiness she felt about the whole thing threatened to spill into giddiness. “I suppose you’ll have to do,” she sighed, looking away from the ring to August’s face, a small smirk playing at her lips. “I mean, someone needs to lift the heavy things around here.” August was waiting for that moment, to see the look on her face when she actually had the ring on her finger. He knew there was a slight chance it’d make her panic, but it didn’t seem to. It was a sense of overwhelming relief that mixed with his own joy, and he grinned still at her response. “And by that, you really mean you need someone you can punch and kiss simultaneously without hesitation,” he said. “Henry tried to solicit a bribe from me when I talked to him about it,” he added, amusement in his voice. She couldn’t believe the sweet little kid that had come for her years ago was the same Henry of now sometimes. And whenever she remembered his other mother, it made a lot more sense. “Of course he did.” Rolling her eyes, she laughed as she laid her head down on his shoulder, eyes back on the ring. It was just so gorgeous. She couldn’t believe how lucky she had gotten with August and not just because of the pretty things he gave her. “I’m guessing Ella was a lot easier to talk to about this?” He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his cheek against her head and feeling thoroughly and completely at peace with the world. “He’s ridiculous, and it’s fantastic.” Henry was a great kid, especially because of what a little shit he was. August thought he was hilarious, and that made him love him even more. “She wouldn’t stop bouncing.” “You think it’s fantastic, I think it’s lucky I have blonde hair so that you can’t see the grays in them yet.” Poking him in the chest, she was pouting a little. Honestly, if Henry wasn’t such a hellion, life would probably be more boring than she would have liked. “We have some good kids, you know. I don’t know how, but we do.” “You’d be a gorgeous silver-headed fox, if that were even vaguely true,” he responded, laughing. “Which is sentiment you ought to return since I’m definitely going to go gray first.” He’d found and pouted over a patch of gray in his hair just a few days ago, after all. “It’s because we’re damn fantastic, are you kidding?” Reaching for the patch of hair he was referring to, she teased, “Eh. You’re no George Clooney, but you’ll age fine.” Tugging gently, she pulled her hand back and her focus went right back on the ring. Holy crap, she was engaged! They were engaged! Life was going pretty damn well. “I’m pretty sure everything is fantastic and now we should have fantastic sex to celebrate this fantastic occasion.” “Here’s hoping. I’d hate to lose my good looks after all this time,” he teased back. August grinned at her words, though. “Well, obviously. I know your rules – no early rising unless there’s food or sex involved. I didn’t make breakfast yet, so sex it is.” |