Once Upon a Captain Swan

He releases a long breath on a quiet chuckle before stepping back a step, his arms
sliding down hers from behind before stepping back to her side and extending his hand
once again.
“Always.”
They share a smile full of memories as her fingers stretch past the too long jacket to
mingle with his, their now chilled skin warming as palm meets palm. He leads them off
the curb and they fall into a slow pace, perfectly in sync as always, neither in a hurry to
reach their destination.
“I like the new jacket.”
“Aye, but I must admit it looks far better on you, Swan.”
She can’t help the playful nudge to his ribs at his flirting, his tug to pull her closer a
welcome retaliation.
“How did you manage such a perfect fit with the short notice?”
His slight flinch is hard to miss with her pressed against his arm and she stops their
stroll to look over at him, curious as to his odd reaction to her rather innocent question.
The nervousness is back in his features, this time in full force as he refuses to meet her
gaze, instead focusing on the streetlight turning red in the distance.
“Killian?”
He doesn’t look at her when he responds; speaking with a careless nonchalance she’s
all too familiar with.
“You have quite the talented tailor here in Storybrooke.”
Lie.
Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, she lowers her voice to a more soothing tone, hoping
to coax him out of whatever is causing him to hide the truth from her.
“Hey, look at me.”
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