Prompt: "Marry me." 350 words or less.
"Now?!" Killian asked, incredulous. He leaned around a pole firing off a quick round of shots at a Stormtrooper before ducking behind his cover. "We're in the middle of liberating the planet from the Empire, and you're asking me to marry you now?!"
"We're liberating our planet while I am five months pregnant with your child, when else am I supposed to ask?" Emma demanded, holding up a mirror to check enemy positions behind her before firing her own blaster.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him look skywards in exasperation. "Don't get me started on that again," Killian shouted over a nearby explosion.
Emma snorted. "Like you could keep me away from this!" She doubted very much she'd be allowed to sit peacefully in the manor and await the Battle for Theed to be finished. She'd be whisked away somewhere safe, or taken hostage or something. She was the Princess, she was with child, she was a rebel leader: everything about her screamed valuable.
(Part of her also knew that while she was a valuable hostage, she posed such a threat to the Empire that none of the Moffs would shed a tear if she were 'accidentally' killed in custody.)
Though, actually, if that second explosion said anything, she didn't have much of a manor to go home to anymore.
Killian dove towards her and rolled out of the way of a droid blaster, firing off kill shots in quick succession. He knelt, pulling her to him. "Aye, I'll marry you, you bloody, barvy, amazing woman," he told her, sealing it with a kiss. They were sweaty, covered in grime, and she knew the burn on his arm from where he'd been grazed by a blaster had to be killing him - but for them, this was the perfect engagement. He bumped his forehead against hers when they parted. "Let's survive this first, yeah?"
Movement behind him caught her eye. She raised her blaster and shot down the Stormtrooper intending to ambush them. "Good thing I've got your back," she breathed, grinning.
