Chapter 10: Locked Out Of Heaven

AN: This chapter is named after Bruno Mars song "Locked Out Of Heaven". Tinkerbell is introduced in this chapter; I used Jennifer Williams, as my inspiration for the character. I think she would be perfect for that role. I must thank Natalie once again for editing my story and for the suggestion on naming this chapter!

The Charmings' castle

"My daughter is alone with a bunch of pirates on a ship!" Charming yelled, advancing towards Lancelot. He was furious that his daughter was now all alone with Captain Hook and his crew on the Jolly Roger. Worse yet, he had no idea how to find them. "HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?!" he screamed.

"Stop, James!" Snow exclaimed, getting in between the two men. "I know our daughter and Lancelot — he would never leave her, but she would leave him," she said, trying to calm her husband down. "Do you remember when you tried to forbid her from seeing Graham? What did she do?" she asked.

"Emma disappeared from the kingdom for two days, until we found her staying in the woods with Graham. She told me that she would disappear into another realm with him next time and never come back." Charming sighed, calming down upon remembering that their daughter — like her parents — wouldn't give up when she wanted something. "What is the message?" he asked, rubbing his temple as he looked at the knight.

Lancelot handed him a piece of parchment. "I tried to stop her, but some men attacked us," he said, not wanting to admit the two pirates' part in it for fear they would be executed. They could have left him for dead, but they didn't — so he owed them a debt.

David took the parchment and unrolled it before holding it out so he and Snow could read it.

Dear Mom & Dad,

This past year, I've felt like I was dying more and more every day, losing more of myself and unable to find my way back. I tried to keep going for you, because I know how much you both love me, but I couldn't.

Losing Graham — it broke me, and the only thing that kept me going was the fact that I was carrying his child. But I lost our baby not long after Graham died in my arms, and my will to live completely died that day. Graham and I were so happy and excited about telling you after the wedding, and I had never seen Graham happier than when I told him I was having his baby. When I lost it, I failed him again, losing the only piece of him that I had left.

I hate telling you all of this in a letter, but I wouldn't have ever been able to get the words out — especially when I realized, mom, that you were pregnant, so I didn't want to ruin your happiness with my sadness. I didn't plan on ever telling you about my baby, but I think you need to know because it's part of the reason that I can't live in the castle anymore. Every brick, every inch — it all just reminds me of the life Graham and I could have had with our child.

The only thing that kept me going was the urge to kill the woman who took everything from me, and I only felt rage, sadness, and emptiness — until I met Killian. He, much like me, had watched someone he loved and needed get their heart ripped out by a monster. Killian brought me back to life, but it terrified me — I was scared that I was cursed, destined never to be happy and only bringing suffering to those I loved. After I chased him off, I realized that I was scared of getting hurt again, and because of this I hurt Killian in the process.

I never thought I'd never be happy — or fall in love again — but I was wrong. I fell in love with Killian, and I won't live my life without him. I know you don't approve, but all you see when you look at him is a pirate nicknamed "Captain Hook." I see all of him — the man, the pirate, and Captain Hook — and I love all of him.

Please do not be angry with Sir Lancelot. I betrayed him by leaving him behind, so I could be with the man I love. He belongs at home with you, and I belong with Killian. Graham made him swear that he would look after me if Graham couldn't someday, so he was keeping a promise to a friend. Lancelot is also a friend to me, so please take care of him.

Killian and I will return to the kingdom shortly. I miss you both very much.

I love you,

Emma

Tears rolled down James's and Snow's cheeks as they read their daughter's letter. "Emma…" Snow whispered, holding onto her husband's arm. She felt like her legs might collapse — her daughter had been pregnant with Graham's child at the time of his death, and then she had lost the last piece of Graham she had when she had miscarried. She let out a loud sob, feeling James wrap his arms around her as she continued to cry. "She should have told us," she whispered, burying her head in his chest.

"She should have," James agreed, rubbing her back soothingly. He wished Emma had told them, but he knew that since they couldn't have eased the loss of Graham, they most likely couldn't have helped her concerning the loss of her child as well. He hated the next words that came out of his mouth, but they were true and would ease his wife's sadness. "Emma is healing, and she's happy. She will be home soon." He kissed her on the top of her head.

"You're right." Snow looked up, giving her husband a small smile. "Killian would never let anyone hurt Emma, and she will be safe. Our daughter is happy and in love — and we will have a celebration when they return home."

Neverland

Killian had showed Emma to their cabin on the ship. First, he changed his clothes, putting on a clean black shirt, black pants, his red vest, and his black boots, before leaving Emma alone to get ready — he didn't trust himself not to ravish her again. He also had Smee guarding the door, waiting to lead her to the top deck because he couldn't trust his men either.

Since he had arrived in Neverland, Killian was unsure how Tinkerbell would feel about his return. The last night he had been here, he was full of rage and emptiness, embracing the name Captain Hook. Tinkerbell had told him that she saw none of her longtime friend left in him, commanding him to never return. Emma's love had quelled his rage, turning him back into Killian Jones — and he hoped Tinkerbell would see that by forgiving him and giving him what he needed.

The once-loud chatter of the boat became suddenly silent, which pulled him out of his thoughts. He turned around to see all his crew mesmerized, staring straight ahead. His gaze fell on Smee, who was moving through the crowd and parting its sides — and then he saw her. Emma's long blonde hair was arranged up, and she was wearing a long, white dress that covered her shoulders. However, the front of the dress was low cut in a V below her breasts, showing a considerable amount of cleavage. The dress was form-fitting, clinging to her waist and hips before flowing out loosely at the bottom.

Killian moved towards her, his blue eyes running over her body to take in this sight of his Emma. He reached her and took her hand in his, leaning down to kiss it. "Emma, you're so beautiful," he managed to rasp out, equally mesmerized like his crew and unable to take his eyes off her.

"Thank you, Killian." She smiled before moving in to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his head so he could kiss her tempting lips instead. Emma smiled against his lips as they kissed, pulling away to gasp when she saw the land they were approaching. Her eyes filled with wonder, unable to find words to describe the beauty of Pixie Hollow. The sky was lit up with the most breathtaking stars and flickering lights; purple trees surrounded a large tree with a long wooden bridge next to it.

Killian watched Emma viewing Pixie Hollow for the first time, enjoying her astonishment and awe at seeing the land's beauty. He never thought there would be a sight more beautiful than Pixie Hollow, but his blue gaze, set on Emma, had found it. Emma tore her gaze away from the hollow to see Killian's eyes looking at her with worship, making her forget about the beauty of the hollow. She reached up to cup his face and kiss him softly on the lips, needing him to feel her love for him.

Right then, a bright flickering light appeared in the corner of Emma's vision, startling her. "Hello, Tink," Killian said, turning to the small light near them. The light grew brighter, almost blinding Emma, before she opened her eyes to see a beautiful girl with short blonde hair and brown eyes staring at Killian. She was wearing a short, green dress without any straps, her wings white as snow.

"Killian," she replied, her brown eyes set on his face. She studied him for a long period of time before her eyes moved over to the girl in his arms.

"Tinkerbell, this is Emma Swan. Emma, this is my friend, Tinkerbell," he introduced them. Tinkerbell's eyes flew to Killian when he used the word "friend." "Is there somewhere the three of us can go talk — somewhere more private?" he asked, not wanting to have this conversation in front of his crew.

"Fine—" Tinkerbell replied. A bright light then blinded Emma as she clung to Killian, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that the three of them were standing in the hollow under a purple tree. "Talk."

"The last time that I came here, I know that I caused you some trouble and that I hurt you — and I'm sorry for all of it," Killian apologized to the blonde pixie. "I don't expect you to forgive me, but I hope that you can."

Her brown eyes narrowed. "Some trouble?! I was almost banned from Pixie's Hollow because you tried to steal all of our pixie dust! I suppose you are here for more — but you aren't getting it!"' she exclaimed, hurt. She watched Killian take a deep breath.

"It was my original plan—" he confessed, which caused Tinkerbell's face to contort with rage and hurt, "—but I no longer seek it, nor do I need it," he added. Seeing disbelief in her eyes, he hurriedly continued, "I'm here to ask for your forgiveness — I'm a different man." Killian looked away from her to Emma, taking her hand in his and smiling at her. "You were right — I wasn't broken, and love could fill my emptiness and rage." He touched Emma's cheek with his thumb, caressing her soft skin as a small loving smile crossed his lips.

"You love her," Tinkerbelle whispered, staring at the beautiful blonde girl — Killian was looking at this Emma the way she had always dreamed he would look at her. There was no denying that a part of Tinkerbell was angry and jealous — she had hoped he would see her as more than a friend and a pixie to acquire fairy dust from — but honestly, she was happy for Killian. There seemed to be an aura of magic around the girl, which now surrounded Killian as well. She could also see he wasn't lying when he said he wasn't the same man who had returned last time. "It's nice to meet you, Emma," she finally addressed Emma.

Emma looked over at her, smiling, "It's nice to meet you too, Tinkerbell," she said, wrapping her arm around Killian's.

"What are you?" Tinkerbell asked, tilting her head and trying to figure it out.

"Tink!" Killian said, narrowing his eyes at her.

"I'm being serious," she told him, glancing over at him. "She has a magical aura, and it's very beautiful — like her."

"I'm human," Emma replied, pausing, "but I felt magic running through me and Killian earlier, when I kissed him." She was careful to leave out the exact details of what else they were doing at the time. "I never had that happen to me before."

"Hmm, I'll have to see what I can find out for you, but I need some pixie dust to figure it out," Tinkerbell said, scrutinizing Emma once more. She wasn't ready to trust Killian around pixie dust just yet. "How long are you staying in Neverland?" she asked them.

"We are only staying for a day or two — Prince James and Princess Snow White will want to see their daughter soon," he answered, his reply causing Tinkerbell's eyes to widen.

"You fell in love with Prince Charming and Snow White's daughter? A princess?" she exclaimed, surprised by this news. "You always have been great at getting yourself into trouble," she giggled.

"You know me, Tink — I can't help myself," he grinned, pinching Emma on her behind.

"Killian!" She jumped, hitting him on the chest as he chuckled, clearly amused. "Sorry — pirates have no manners," Emma added, smiling at Tinkerbell. Killian just smirked.

"I like her," Tinkerbell grinned. She had the blonde princess to thank for reviving the Killian she considered her friend.

"There is one small thing you could help me with…" Killian began, watching the pixie narrow her eyes. "It's not pixie dust, so calm down! When I first came to Neverland as a child, I gave you something for safe keeping, something which I couldn't bear to look at. But now…I was hoping to get it back from you."

Tinkerbell's eyes grew large — she couldn't believe what he was asking, especially after the way he had been at the time of his last visit. "You want it back?" she had to ask, still unable to believe it. After all, she had been holding onto it for over three hundred years.

"Yes," he replied simply, nodding at her when she looked over at Emma.

"Okay." She smiled, touching her glowing hand to her chest. A gold necklace appeared around her neck, with something dangling from the bottom. She pulled it over her head and placed the necklace in Killian's hand.

"Thank you, Tink," Killian smiled at her, closing his hand around it. "By the way, how angry are the pixies with me? Do you think I could show Emma the view from Pixie's Bridge?" he asked, raising a brow.

Tinkerbell stared at him. "All of the pixies are on Celebration Island, celebrating the first night of spring. I'm still banned from all celebrations since your last visit, but it should be okay — I will keep watch to be safe." She nodded at him.

"Killian, maybe we should go back to Pirate's Cove if you're not safe here." Emma frowned while Killian pulled her through the colorful hollow, lit up by bright stars.

"The pixies are much like pirates — they party all night long. It will be fine, lass." He winked as they walked past the huge tree in the middle of the hollow.

"Were you and Tinkerbell ever…more than friends?" Emma had to ask him, able to see that Tinkerbell was in love with Killian.

"There's no need to be jealous, Emma — Tink and I have only ever been friends," he smiled. They reached the bridge and walked to its middle, looking out at the water. They were able to see reflections of the stars on it.

"It's incredible," Emma whispered, leaning on the railing of the bridge and taking in all the beauty.

"Aye, it's been more incredible when all of the pixies are here — but alas, that's not possible, since I'm not welcome here." Killian looked over at her. "Emma, I've committed heinous and detestable deeds, actions which would keep you up at night if you knew of them," he confessed. Emma turned to look at him, leaning in closer.

"If you are trying to scare me off, you are wasting your time." Emma let out a sigh, hoping that they were not taking a few steps backward in their relationship.

Killian chuckled before leaning in to kiss her softly. "Trust me when I say that that's the last thing I want to happen — especially after today." His eyes darkened with desire. "I will never lie to you or pretend to be someone I'm not — but I'm the type of man who fights for what he wants…" he paused, "…even if it's something I know I don't deserve. I wanted you from the moment I saw you in the woods — you were magnificent, defending yourself with more courage than most men I've fought."

"My dad taught me how to defend myself at a young age, and it's a good thing that he did. I've had to punch a few princes when they couldn't take no for an answer — which is another reason why I've never been interested in them," Emma grinned. Killian couldn't help but smile when he imagined her punching princes.

"You're a violent lass — I love it." He chuckled when Emma shrugged, smiling at him. "I want to show you something." He held out his closed hand, opening it to show her the chain Tinkerbell had given him, the end of which had a gold ring with a large princess-cut ruby in the center and diamonds around it. "This ring belonged to my mother — I couldn't stand to look at it, so I had Tink look after it until I could. My father found it in a true chest during his first run as a Captain, and he gave it to my mother."

"It's beautiful." Emma reached out to touch the ring in his hand, her heart racing as she tried to get the courage to say what she wanted to ask. Just say it, Emma's thoughts screamed at her.

"I've been stuck in a long life, only feeling rage and emptiness, until you came along. There are many people who would seek to keep us apart, but I won't let them," Killian said, putting his free hand on her cheek.

"I won't let them either, Killian." Emma smiled, taking a deep breath. "I know a way we can stop that from happening." Killian raised a brow, waiting for her to continue. "My parents can't keep us apart —- if we are married. They will have to accept the fact that you are my husband," she said softly, looking down at the wooden rail. She was very scared, afraid that he would laugh at her. Emma felt his hand move under her chin and pull it upward. Surprisingly, there was a huge smile on Killian's face.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" he asked, amused and trying to grasp the fact that a princess was proposing to him. Never in his life did he ever expect a woman, let alone a princess, to ask him to marry her. Marriage was something that Killian had never considered for himself, but now he wasn't sure how he felt about it. Emma Swan would truly be his and only his if he said yes, and that was what he wanted more than anything.

Emma bit her lip. "I…I…" she stuttered for a moment. "I—I guess I am. It's just…I'm not sure if my father will let me leave with you if he has a choice." She saw a neutral expression on Killian's face as he stared at her, and then humiliation hit her. "Never mind — we'll just deal with it when and if that happens — and let's forget this ever happened." She pulled out of his grasp and began to walk back towards Tinkerbell.

"Hold it right there, princess!" he exclaimed, but she didn't stop. "SWAN!" he yelled, which made her spin around. She just can't ask me something like that and then walk away! he thought, unsure of why he was so angry about it — but he just knew that he was.

"Are you trying to get caught?! Let's just go back to your ship," Emma hissed in a hushed tone, putting her finger up to her lips in an effort to shush him.

Killian advanced towards her, shaking his head. "You just can't propose to a bloke and then walk away before he can even give you an answer." He tsked, shaking a finger at her.

"I didn't do that — I took it back." Emma crossed her arms over her chest, starting to get angry that he wouldn't forget about it.

"That's even worse." Killian shook his head. "A bloke would get stoned for doing such a thing to a lady — it's not fair that a lass can get away with it," he pointed out, stopping right in front of her with a smirk on his face.

Emma scoffed, frustrated and embarrassed. "Fine! What do you want me to do, Killian?" she asked in a low voice, not wanting Tinkerbell to overhear their conversation.

"I want you to ask me again — and," he said, leaning closer to her, "wait for me to give you an answer, love." He smirked at her.

Emma narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine," she huffed, pursing her lips together and tapping her fingers across the top of her arms, which were crossed over her chest. "Do you want to marry me?" She rushed the words out, wanting this conversation to be over. Emma was angry with him, but it was mostly at herself for even thinking this idea and for betraying Lancelot because of it. She was only doing this so her father couldn't separate them, she reminded herself, because it was way too soon to propose marriage.

Killian leaned in closer, an unreadable expression on his face as he stared into her eyes. "Yes," he answered. Emma's jaw dropped, an utterly stunned look reaching her eyes. Killian grinned at her. "Don't look so surprised, love. I won't let anyone separate us, so let's get married," he said, tracing her jawline with his fingers. "I've never proposed to anyone or asked anyone to marry me, but I'm pretty sure the person doing the asking should be expecting a yes." He chuckled.

"Really?" Emma asked, still in shock. He had actually said yes. She was going to marry Killian, something she never expected to do after losing Graham.

"Did I ever tell you that Smee is an ordained minister? We needed a man to be able to give last rites to the men who were going to walk the plank — we're not savages, you know," he grinned. A moment later, Tinkerbell and Smee appeared in a bright flash on the bridge.

"Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear," Tinkerbell smiled, pulling out a bouquet of blue orchids, blue thistle, white gerbera daisies, and hydrangea before handing them to Emma.

"They're beautiful, thank you." Emma smiled, taking it from the pixie before turning to Killian.

"What kind of ceremony would you like?" Smee asked, not wanting to anger or upset his captain.

"Short," Emma and Killian replied in unison, making them turn and grin at each other.

"Do you, Princess Emma Swan, take this man, Captain Killian Jones, to be your husband?" Smee asked as Emma turned to face Killian and they took each other's hands.

"I do," Emma smiled, looking into Killian's eyes and feeling like she was dreaming.

"Do you, Captain Killian Jones, take this woman, Princess Emma Swan, to be your wife?" Smee asked his captain, a part of him wondering if he would go through with it.

"I do," he grinned, slipping his mother's ring on Emma's ring finger. Killian's arms then moved to encircle Emma's waist and tug her body up against his, Emma's arms wrapping around his neck. "Can I kiss her yet?" He looked over at Smee, impatience flickering in his eyes. He wanted to get to the best part — and then get on with the honeymoon. After all, he had been with many married women, but none of them were ever married to him. And if any man dared to touch his Emma, he would torture them for days before granting them the privilege of death.

"I now pronounce you man and wife — you may now kiss…" Smee started to say, but Killian's lips crashed onto Emma's, his hands moving to her bottom before he could finish. "…the bride," he added as he and Tinkerbell watched the couple kiss passionately.

Fireworks exploded in the sky from Celebration Island, surprising Smee. "Pixies have good timing," Tinkerbell grinned, her wing fluttering with happiness for her friend.

Killian and Emma pulled apart, resting their foreheads together before Killian picked her up and cradled her in his arms. "Sorry to run, but I've got a marriage to consummate." Killian grinned, the pixie rolling her eyes at his excuse.

"Meet us on the beach tomorrow for lunch?" Emma asked the smiling Tinkerbell. She was feeling anxious like Killian to get back to their room, but she couldn't be rude.

"I'd love to!" Tinkerbell exclaimed. A bright light enveloped the three of them, and they all were back on the Jolly Roger. "I'll see you two tomorrow," she said before disappearing in a bright flash.

All of the men sat on the deck, drinking rum and staring at their Captain carrying the blonde, Smee standing next to the couple. "Men, raise your drinks in toast to our Captain and his wife," Smee announced to the crew, who froze and stared at Captain Jones in shock.

"I don't have all night." Killian rolled his eyes, taking the flask of rum Smee handed him. "Let's all toast to my beautiful wife, Princess Emma Swan." He held up his flask as Smee handed one to Emma.

"She's a princess!" the men quietly exclaimed in shock before recovering their composure and holding up their drinks. "To our captain's wife, the Princess Emma!" they yelled out, everyone taking a drink as they all tried to process that their captain was now married — and to a princess.

Emma leaned in to whisper in Killian's ear. "I guess I now have to change my stance on how I feel about princes — god, I want you," she moaned, nipping on his earlobe. He let out a soft groan and then grinned, remembering he was now a captain and a prince.

"If anyone disturbs us, I will kill you," Killian growled out, carrying his wife off towards his cabin. My wife, he thought, surprised at how much the idea excited him instead of terrifying him like it always had before. Emma's hands were running up and down his chest, her fingernails scratching his skin gently. "Darling, if you don't stop that, I might have to take you in this very hallway." He felt his need for her starting to break him.

"I don't care — I need you, Killian," Emma whimpered, biting her lip as she unbuttoned his vest. She had always been shy when it came to sex, but her desire for him was all-consuming.

"Bloody hell," he cursed out, taking deep breaths to restrain himself from taking her right there on the spot. No girl or woman had ever ignited his lust like the blonde princess in his arms — a princess who was now his wife. "You are MINE, Emma — you are my wife," he growled, throwing the door to their cabin open and then quickly shutting the door behind them before he locked it.

Killian put Emma down on the ground, but she quickly pushed him up against the door and tore his black shirt in two, her green eyes filled with want and hunger. His lips crashed onto hers desperately, his hands holding her cheeks as he walked her backwards towards the desk in the cabin. He would make love to her in bed later, but now he needed to claim her fast and hard. Once they reached the desk, his hands moved to her long white dress and pushed it up her hips. He was ready to rip off her undergarment, but he found none.

He had thought his all-consuming lust for Emma couldn't get any stronger, but alas, he had been very wrong. Killian tore his lips away from hers while sitting her on the desk, Emma releasing a moan of protest. "You didn't wear any undergarments at our wedding." His voice was dripping with lust, his chest heaving from the deep breaths he was taking. He was scared he might hurt her, because he had never been so aroused before in his life.

Emma leaned in closer to him, her hands reaching for the laces on his pants. "I didn't," she admitted, biting her lip. She was unable to take her eyes off his; they were filled with so much raw lust that it made her shiver. "All I've been able to think about since we left that cave…is how it feels to have you inside me." Her voice was a contradiction, filled with such innocence when her eyes were devouring him with lust. All the while, her hands untied the laces on his pants.

Killian let a raw primal growl before he threw himself at her, pushing down his pants and thrusting inside her instantly. A loud cry of pleasure left Emma, and the sound echoed throughout the whole ship as he began to set a brutal pace, unable to control his need for her. Earlier this afternoon, he let her set the pace at first — but not tonight. He had been holding back his burning need for her for too long, and now he couldn't stop it.

Emma had never considered herself to be a screamer in bed, but the loud sobs of pleasure leaving her said differently. She didn't care that the whole crew could hear them or the sound of the desk ramming into the wall. All that mattered was the blinding pleasure of Killian's thrusts, and Emma's hips met his punishing pace as her fingers dug into the desk and she stared up at him. "Kil-lian!" she cried out, throwing her head back when he changed the angle of his thrusts. He was hitting just the right spot, his right hand moving in between her legs to rub her clit with his fingers. She let out a loud cry as she climaxed, which caused Killian to increase the force and speed of his thrusts. He was desperate to watch her be overcome by pleasure.

"Look at me, Emma," he grunted out, looking down to watch her raise her head off the desk. "Whom do you belong to?" he asked in between thrusts, not taking his eyes off her. The image of Emma lying on his desk, with her white wedding dress bunched up around her as he took her roughly, only increased the intensity of his blinding thirst for her.

"You—" she moaned out, "—my husband!" Her voice was raw with need. Seeing the magnitude of his pleasure and conceit at her admission and upon hearing her call him her husband — combined with his thrusts — made her come undone once again.

"Emma," Killian cried out, unable to hold back as he spilled his seed inside her. He then lowered his body to hers, his sated blue eyes staring at her in awe before worry flashed in them. "Did I hurt you, love?" he asked, swallowing hard as he studied her face to see if she was in pain.

Emma's green eyes shined up at him with love and reverence. "More," she whispered, a lazy smirk on her lips. Killian chuckled, running his thumb over her lips. Her lips closed around it, sucking it as her tongue licked it.

A groan left him, and then a smirk crossed his lips. "Oh, greedy — I love it," he murmured. Emma only grinned before pulling him into a passionate kiss.