*You and Cassian had made it clear from the start that there are NO romantic feelings in this situationship. Just two good (great even) pals getting stuff out from their system with a good fuck- friends with benefits- if you prefer the term.

*You had taken off to the balcony, a cig lit between your fingers as you lean over the railing, dragging a deep smoke.

You look every bit of serene while you watch the rising sun. Your bare torso reveals last nights events. Bite marks litter your shoulders, faint lines scratch go down your back from where you’d seemingly been* mauled. And to top it all off, hickeys plaster down your chest and up your neck. You’d been handled by a beast- that same beast began to stir second later…

Cassian grumbles as his mind fully awakens and he has to deal with the aftermath of last night. His leg are almost as sore as his ass feels. Cassian peeks from above the comforter, eyes finding your figure standing on the balcony, “Hey,” He drawls, loud enough to hear before crawling out of bed, feet pattering against the floor and to the bathroom.