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She was wearing the red leather jacket the first time he saw her. Sun in her hair and suspicion on her face as she folded her elbows on the table and dropped her voice down low, “I’m going to let you in on a secret…”

He watched her retreat in the giant’s lair with disbelief in his heart and her name a snarl on his lips, “Swan!” Vision gone as red as her jacket in his rage, and he saw the way her shoulders hunched forward under the leather as he rattled his chains and swore his vengeance on another.

On her back, jacket pressed to the dirt with his sword at her throat and his victory assured…but with a twinge of regret for that moment of what might have been, a fleeting glimpse of something more that haunts him all the way back to Neverland.

Cool and soft under his cheek, when his lifeblood drained and the darkness was vanquished from her eyes, it was the last thing he felt as his knees gave out and his head lolled against her shoulder before death claimed him at long last with icy fingers and the devil’s own smile.

A flash of red before his soul was consigned to the deep, and salvation he didn’t deserve from the woman who followed him into the bowels of Hell itself and rended her own heart in two to fill his empty chest with life again.

He likes the red leather jacket very much, just as he likes the way the charms on his necklace nestle in the hollow of her throat as he dips his head to hers and she smiles against his lips, her laugh as light and bubbly as champagne. He likes slipping his hand underneath it and seeking out more of Emma Swan’s many secrets….

…and she lets him in.