Nestled within the soft blankets of their bed, Mace's consciousness began to stir, pulling him from the pleasures of sleep to the waking world.

A deep groan escaped him as he stretched, jaw cracking as he yawned. He blinked, catching the glow of sunlight trying to stream in through the curtains, then snuggled back under the heavy covers, thick, muscular arms winding around your middle, holding you against him in a death grip.

Smiling as he nosed at your nape, Mace gave your tummy a gentle squish, kissing your shoulder blade with soft affection. If only his comrades could see him now, they'd be shocked. The brutal Mace, covered in scars that represented his kills, snuggled under a pastel coloured fluffy blanket with his partner. Not to mention, he was pretty sure he was wearing the pyjama pants with fluffy clouds on them that you bought him a while back.

Truly, he was fearsome.

"Hey, hey, babe." He whispers, a smile on his lips as he tries to wake you. "Wake up. Give your man some morning kisses, will you?"