#mace x f!reader

[thezombieprostitute]

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A/N: Written for January Jumble Scribbles. Prompt: “I actually watch her back and not her backside.”

Word Count: 247

The soldiers stationed at the SagDeg station received a ping on their visors indicating their updated assignments. The elite task-force was being split up into two parties to repel the invasion from the Andromedans.

"Of course the Captain chose Mace to go with her for the mission," Johnny rolls his eyes.

"I don't get it either," Lloyd concurs. "I'm the best fucking fighter here and she never chooses me for the sneaky stuff she does."

"I bet they're banging," Johnny snickers. "That's the only reason Captain Ice Queen doesn't choose better soldiers like me."

"They've gotta be," Lloyd jeers.

"Actually," Mace interrupts, "The reason she always picks me is because I actually watch her back and not her backside. You know the visors track where you look when you're on mission, right?"

The two other men freeze, realization hitting them like a tsunami. That and not wanting to get pulled from the mission for insubordination.

Mace makes no further comment and goes on to meet up with you. Inwardly he smiles. They don't need to know that the two of you actually are sleeping together. They can go through all of his records and they won't find a damn thing because he can compartmentalize and prioritize. As much as he enjoys seeing your backside, when he's in mission mode, it's be professional or you both could die.

But right now, the night before the deployment, he gets you all to himself. And he will treasure that time.

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[societyfolklore]

No One’s Ever Gone

Title: No One’s Ever Gone

Pairing: James Mace x Female Reader

Warnings: Space mission tension, flirting, suggestive banter Words: 295 words A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles Prompt: June 7th - Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters/ “Where no one’s ever gone before.”

The observation room was the only place on Icarus II where silence felt intentional.

Everywhere else hummed: vents, panels. In here, it was only dark glass, distant fire.. and Mace sitting close enough beside you that his shoulder almost touched yours.

Almost.

“You know,” He started eyes fixed on the impossible burn beyond the window, “statistically, this is a very romantic setting.”

You turned your head slowly. “We are on a suicide mission.”

“Romance loves urgency.”

“We are flying a bomb into the sun.” Men were so weird sometimes.

His mouth twitched, gold light cutting across the handsome line of his face. “Warm lighting.”

A laugh slipped out before you could stop it, small and startled in the quiet.

Mace looked pleased with himself, which made it worse.

“You’re not going to start flirting with me in space,” you scoffed, trying for stern and landing somewhere dangerously close to fond.

“Start?” His brows lifted. “That implies I haven’t been doing an excellent job already.”

“You have not.”

“I’m optimistic, considering the mission profile.”

You bumped his boot with yours. “Mace.”

“What?” He leaned back against the wall, arms folded, but there was something softer under the usual blunt edge. “We’re farther from Earth than anyone gets to be. Floating through the dark. Where no one’s ever gone before.. Well almost”

“And your thought is sex?”

“My thought,” he started, very seriously, “is that it’s going to be a long trip.”

You looked away first, because smiling felt like losing.

“Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Look like you’re not the problem here.”

“I fix the problems here.”

Outside, the sun burned enormous and impossible.

Inside, his shoulder finally brushed yours.

You didn’t move away.

“Really long trip,” he murmured.

You hit him, but you both smiled anyway.