Water sprayed down on him, cool, washing away sweat and the stickiness of sleep. Running his fingers through his short hair, he sighs, relaxing.

This is just what he needed after a couple rounds in bed with you. Water cooling him down, washing away the mixture of fluids that stained his flesh. After a few more minutes, he turned the tap off, stepping out. He wiped himself down with a towel before wrapping it around his hips, exiting the bathroom.

After a way too long deployment, Mace returned home with a duffle bag of money, three new scars, and a burning need to be with you. All of last night, he'd been attached to you, leaving you with the marks to prove it. And then again, this morning, he'd lazily coupled with you before stepping away to shower.

As he got dressed, pulling on boxers and sweatpants– the bright pink Hello Kitty ones you brought him as a joke– he idly thought about you.

Despite being with you for years, he… oddly didn't know a lot about you. Something he'd mistakenly mentioned to his fellow operators. Those a-holes proceeded to ‘take the piss’ out of him as Simon would've said.

Mace didn't necessarily mind, but… you knew more about him than anyone else. So why didn't he know a lot about you?

Turning to face you, Mace took you in for a moment, relaxed in bed, sheets changed and fresh smelling.

“Y'know something I just realised, sugar?” He asks rhetorically, walking over before flopping on top of you, nosing at your jaw as he left messy kisses along your throat. “I don't know much about your past. Ain't that something?” He hums, threading his fingers through yours.

“Tell me.” He demands softly, holding your gaze. “I wanna know all about you, babes.”