"Killian?"

"Aye, love?" he asked, pulling her tighter to his side. He was still getting used to the feeling of being able to hold her. With the Wicked Witch finally defeated, they were enjoying a rare moment of peace on the Jolly Roger, gazing up at the stars.

"You're a Captain."

"Thank you for noticing," said Killian cheekily, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Emma smiled slightly. "No, I mean, you can marry us."

Killian stared at her for a long moment. Did Emma Swan really just propose to him. "That I can," he said slowly.

"Well then," said Emma, "Let's get married. It's a beautiful night out."

Killian stared at her, searching her face for any hint that she wis joking. He found none.

"Emma, I'm in no rush. I am just happy to have earned your love. That's enough for me for now."

"I know, and I appreciate that, but I don't want to wait to start the next phase of my life. I'm always going to be the Savior. I need to start treasuring the good moments in between the bad, and aside from the year I was cursed, most of my good moments have been with you. I need a partner by my side. I need you."

Killian smiled and kissed her gently. "Emma, I will never leave your side again. I am yours forever. If this is really what you want, I will do as you wish."

"It is," said Emma firmly. "You found me when no one else ever did. You put me first."

Killian cupped her cheek and kissed her lightly again. "Aye, and I always will," he whispered against her flesh.

Emma grinned. "Are you really going to make me say the exact words?"

Killian grinned wickedly. "On your knees for the Captain, Swan."

Emma resisted the urge to smack him lightly. She got down on one knee and took her hand in his. "Killian Jones, will you marry me?"

"It's about bloody time," he said, pulling her into his arms and kissing her soundly.

"You're an idiot," said Emma, giving Killian the brightest smile that he had ever seen.

"Is that any way to talk to your True Love? Bad form, Swan."

Emma swatted him playfully. "Come on, Captain, the sooner we get married, the sooner we get to the wedding night."

Killian grinned at her. "Oh, I see what you're after, Swan."

He took her hand. "Do you, Emma Swan take Killian Jones to be your husband? Do you promise to bring out the best in him, fight by his side, and love him for as long as you may live?"

"I do," said Emma softly."And do you, Killian Jones, take Emma Swan to be your wife? Do you promise to always find her, fight by her side, and love her for as long as you may live."

"I do," said Killian.

"By the power vested in me, by me, I now pronounce us man and wife. You may kiss the groom, if you can handle it."

Emma laughed. "Perhaps you're the one that can't handle it," and then she pulled him in for a passionate kiss, sealing their covenant and uniting them as one.

Killian pulled her flush against him, his hand burying itself in her hair as he kissed his wife for the first time. For the first time in 300 years he felt whole. Complete. He was home.

When they broke apart, Killian couldn't help himself. "I bet you're glad you didn't marry the monkey. Mrs. Jones is a far better name than Mrs. Winged Simian."

Emma rolled her eyes and kissed her husband again. It felt like coming home.

-/-

After a torrid night of love making, Killian woke up the next morning, and was surprised to find that Emma was not beside him.

"Emma," he called out, his voice rough from sleep.

Then it hit him.

Something was wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Killian threw off the covers, and pulled on his leather pants not even bothering to put on a shirt or boots as he ran about his ship calling out for his bride.

Then an arrow flew past him, embedded in the wood of the helm, a piece of parchment attached to the shaft.

Your wife has been taken down to the depths. You'll not see her again.

That was all. Killian ripped the note from the arrow and stuffed it in his pocket.

-/-

"Jones? What are you doing here? Do you have any idea what time it it?" asked David, his hair mussed from sleep.

"Emma was taken!"

That woke David up immediately. "What? How do you know?"

KIllian shoved the piece of paper at him.

David's eyes narrowed as he read. "Your wife?"

"Yes," said Killian quickly. "We married last night on the Jolly Roger, but that's hardly important now. We have to find out who did this. We have to save her."

"We'll go to Gold," said David, nodding. "I'll wake Snow."

David headed towards the stairs, but looked pack before ascending, "Jones?"

"Yes?"

"Welcome to the family. I'd much rather have a pirate as an in-law than a monkey."

"Thanks mate."