Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]
Light was spilling in through a small opening in Maria's bedroom curtains, skirting its way across her possessions, her clothes discarded in various places from the night's events. The orange-like brightness slightly traveled its way over the shared (and occupied) bedroom covers, the room dimly lit with faint hints of the early hours brought by an Autumn morning between the curtains.
Maria remained curled on her side, the baby curls of her forehead brushing against Finn's and their noses occasionally meeting. One arm of Finn's rested beneath Maria's and the matress, tracing light patterns on the assassin's bare back, occasionally meeting one of the scars he'd learnt each story of getting. The teenager's fingers slowly traced the outline of every dip of Finn's shoulders, occasionally traveling up to his disheveled hair, muttering something into his mouth about sex-hair doing him justice.
"There's somethin' Aha wanna talk t' you about." The covers mostly shielded the pair of them from the rest of the world, resting over Maria's shoulders and dipping between their bodies, the other of Finn's hands running up and down Maria's bare hip and waist.
"I'm all ears." If anyone else were to be (slightly inappropriately) in the room with the pair, Maria doubted anyone but the man she didn't doubt she loved could hear her whispers. Maria ran her nose up and down Finn's jawline, feeling him remove a hand from her hip and reach for something from what he'd labeled as 'his' side of the bed.
Maria's hair was curlier than usual, sticking out at irregular intervals as she ran a hand through it, her cheek resting still on the pillow as Finn returned partially under the covers, playing with something in his palms.
"Eh... Ah' know girls are s'pposed to like big fancy displays o' this stuff, but..." One of Maria's hands rested under the pillow with her cheek, moving slightly from her position to close the few centimeters of distance between the pair's lips, kissing him softly and withdrawing her hand from under the pillow.
"It's okay. Girls aren't traditionally supposed to do this, either..." Maria's words were whispered against Finn's lips as her hand met his, gently switching the hands of two rings, Finn's a larger band, placing it into his palm and holding the smaller one in hers. "I beat you there. Will you..." The blonde pulled away shyly, parting their lips so she could doubtlessly look into Finn's eyes, watching as he realized what he was holding.
"Marry me..." Finn's Irish voice completed the sentiment, the couple simultaneously bringing their hands up to switch rings once more, slipping them onto the other's left hand ring finger.
Five months on that day, Maria finally had a name she knew was hers. Maria Campbell.