The trio changed into some spare tunics that Anakin managed to scrounge up, and they got aboard a shuttle, Anakin quietly disappearing into the back of the shuttle to meditate on matters. Deedah had curled up somewhere to take a nap and Artoo was charging, leaving Mara and Luke alone in the cockpit.
Mara stood up to stretch, and Luke followed suit. Both were exhausted.
Mara started to sit down, but Luke blocked her path. She tried next to slip past him on the other side, but she was unable to dodge him there either. Mara tilted her head, a little exasperated. He started forward, and she moved backward. He finally managed to pin her against the wall, and he put his hands on both sides of her. He brought his face close to hers. "We have some unfinished business to attend to."
Their lips came together in a sweet heartfelt kiss. It seemed to last forever, but Luke finally had to reluctantly pull back for air. Mara's eyes were closed, and for once her face appeared to be at peace. Luke moved his head down her neck, nipping and trailing kisses on down. When he got uncomfortably low, Mara brought his chin up. "Luke, your father is on this ship, you know."
He shrugged, happily catching that she actually said his first name, and then he tried to continue on his journey, but she prevented him. She gave him a warning look, and he stopped. "Fine..." Luke's dancing blue eyes looked into her brilliant green ones. There seemed to be a few words on the tip of his tongue that didn't seem to want to come out. Mara gave him a beckoning look. "Mara, I..."
"Yes?" She wasn't going to make this easy for him.
"I...love you."
Luke looked like he was expecting a reply, so she smiled, deciding to cut him some slack. She gave him a light kiss on the lips. "I love you, too."
Luke looked like a ten ton weight had been taken off his chest, and, laughing, he picked her up and spun her around. Then he turned solemn, "Would you...I mean to say..." He gave a nervous grin, "Do you think you could...Will you marry me?"
Mara considered making him sweat; it certainly would be fun. But she was rather tired, and after all this, it would be a little childish. "Yes, Luke Skywalker, I will marry you."
