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Cass rolls out of bed, dirty blonde hair a matted mess, and rubs her eyes as she pads to the kitchen. As the sleep wears off her vision she's met with a muscular, tan back standing in front of the stove, working away.

"Morning baby." Bellamy rasps, glancing over his shoulder as he greets her.

"Mmm, morning." Cass hums, moving over to wrap her arms around his waist, his sweatpants hanging off his hips as she plays with the waistband.

"You better watch yourself, or this'll burn and I'll have you on this counter in five seconds." He warns, growing hard under her touch.

Cass stretches up til she reaches his ear. "Maybe I want you to." She murmurs softly and Bell's eyes flutter shut at her warm breath.

He quickly spins around and pins her arms to his chest as she smirks as her body presses against him.

"Oh, don't start something you can't finish."

"Oh, I can finish." She gazes up at him through her lashes, pushing harder into him, trying to bring her hands down to his dick, but Bellamy pulls them up tighter.

"Ah." The corners of his mouth curl up. "You can't come in here like that." He points his head down at her only wearing his shirt before leaning in til his lips graze her jaw. "And tease me like this, and expect me not to catch the house on fire, do you?"

Cass's tongue glides across her teeth before she stretches out her finger, dragging it down his chest. "What're you making?"

"Your favorite breakfast sandwich." Bellamy answers, spinning her with his grip still on her hands, and his hips grind into her ass. "And coffee, of course." 

"Mmm." Cass leans her head back, resting on Bellamy's bare shoulder, thinking of the homemade cheddar bagel with runny eggs, bacon, AND sausage, cream cheese, homemade raspberry jelly, and hot sauce. Which Bellamy makes perfect. "God, I love you."

"Not as much as I love you."

"Oh? Is that so?" Her eyes meet his.

"It so fucking is." He tips her chin up and her mouth finally meets his. And, fuck, did she taste like heaven. What Bellamy could only dream of being the best thing to ever touch his lips and coat his tongue.

Her.

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"You better find something useful before I lose my fucking shit." Cass spits out to M.M. as she crosses her arms, staring daggers at Bellamy as he glances around the cell while Frenchie stares at the TV.

"You could help." He mutters and she snaps her gaze to him.

"What was that?"

He sighs. "Nothing." He knows better than to get on her bad side... or to permanently stay there like some people.

"I'm sorry, Mon âme." Frenchie admits quietly, lifting the duvet up from the bed to a bare mattress.

"Don't be." Bellamy instantly responds. "I would do it again. You had a gut-feeling. And my gut-feeling is you."

Bellamy moves over to the table to see if he can find anything while Frenchie opens the bedside table drawer, pulling out a blue nail polish bottle. He pockets it.

"What a mess." Butcher joins them, entering the room. He steps in front of Hughie staring at all the carnage on the floor. "You all right?"

Cass rolls her eyes, not wanting to deal with a second Butcher right now.

"I mean, just when you think this shit can't get any more horrible..." Hughie lets out a scoff.

"Nah, don't worry." Butcher says. "It can get a lot more horrible." He gives Hughie a tight grin.

Frenchie squats down by Bellamy's boot and moves the blankets around, pausing when he finds a burnt looking piece of paper.

"Find something?" Bellamy glances down. Frenchie holds it out for him and Bellamy reads an address. Well...

"Cassius." M.M. juts his head up while getting her attention.

"Hmm-" She lets out a small gasp, eyes shinning at the syringe in his hands.

"Butcher, come check this out." M.M. calls Billy over.

Frenchie stands up from the bed and him and Bellamy head over curiously.

"Take a look." M.M. hands Butcher the syringe.

Butcher spins it in his hand. "V." He turns to Cass before looking at M.M. who nods in return. "So, A-Train's running it here, and these blokes are dosing the Asian bird with it." He moves his attention to Bellamy and Frenchie as they walk up beside him and Bellamy plucks the V. out of his hand to examine it up close.

"Yeah, back when they had eyeballs." M.M. retorts causing Cass to snort.

"Yeah, but why?" Hughie speaks up. "Is it a Vought thing or, like, a side hustle?"

Cass furrows her brows at Hughie's words.

"Came gift-wrapped in this." M.M. holds up a package and Bellamy steps around Butcher to the front.

He squints at torn brown-paper wrapping. "We need to track its source."

"Find out where it came from." Butcher tells M.M.

"I'll shake a few trees." M.M. says.

Cass sighs, more waiting.

"Why the hell were they dosing her?" Butcher wonders out loud.

"Great question." Cass mutters.

"Why don't we ask foie gras over here?" M.M. points at Frenchie staring at something in his hand. Bellamy looks up from the syringe. "He's the one that let her out."

"Mmm. And his little fucking boy-toy let him." Cass snaps, narrowing her eyes at Bellamy.

"She looked innocent." Frenchie defends.

Cass scoffs. "Oh, please."

"Innocent?" M.M. echo's, chucking. "She's locked in a cage, underground, with two armed guards?"

Frenchie opens his mouth to protest, turning to Bellamy who nods. "I had a feeling about her." He claims.

"Nah, Frenchie, you just didn't follow the plan." M.M. states. "You never follow the plan, man."

"Yeah, and I supported him, okay, so blame me." Bellamy stands his ground. "I could've stopped him, and I didn't."

"Ah, yes, remind us all, thank you." Cass clips and Bellamy forces himself not to look at her as his fist tightens.

"And you always take the fall for this mother fucker." M.M. switches to Bellamy.

"You need to unclench your asshole." Frenchie smirks at M.M.

"You need to eat my clenched asshole, how 'about that?" M.M. fires back. "Oh, but that's right, this prick will probably do that for you too." He jabs his hand at the younger Butcher.

"Why are you three carrying on like a bunch of fucking twats?" Butcher cuts in.

"Fucking thank you." Cass sighs to herself.

Bellamy shakes his head at her, wanting to say she's not one to talk, but reframes, knowing that'll just result with this syringe in his neck.

Hughie's phone chimes a text message as Butcher continues.

"We're sniffing down a shit sandwich the size of Watergate. Vought and the Supes are both gonna be looking for her." He points out. "All we got to do is find the female first." He looks between Mother's Milk, Frenchie, Bellamy, and Cass.

"And I'm sure you'll get right on that when you're not running off, right?" Bellamy eyes him up and down as Hughie's phones goes off again.

Bellamy's already sick of his shit, running off and leave them to do all the actual fucking work.

"Now, don't you fucking start." Butcher says to him before turning his attention to Hughie. "Keep looking." He nods to the V. in Bell's hand before heading over to Hughie.

Frenchie and M.M. exchange a look, M.M. shaking his head as if to say 'try something' and Frenchie shrugs.

"Cut it out." Bellamy nods between them before finally peering over at Cass. He could tell she was still pissed, at him, everyone, the situation, or just in general, he's sure all the above.

Her entire body language was tense and her mind seemed to be taking her somewhere else as she stares harshly at the ground.

"Annie? Starlight?" Butcher's voice suddenly gains everyone's attention, including pulling Cass from a haunting memory, as Butcher reads Hughie's phone.

Frenchie's brows knit together as Bellamy crosses his arms, listening.

"Yeah, it's nothing. I mean, we were supposed to go on a date." Hughie trips over himself to get out. Cass leans forward. "Not a date." He quickly corrects. "Just, she asked me if I wanted to ask for her number, and then we just kind of platonically exchanged information, but the- the word "date" was never mentioned."

Platonically exchanged information? There's no such thing, Cass thinks to herself.

"Call her back right now. You're fucking going."  Butcher orders.

"As a rule, I don't usually go out after a gory massacre." Hughie says.

"Why not? That's the best time." Cass smirks, causing him to, once again, not feel any less intimidated by her the more she speaks.

Bellamy, silently, agrees with her.

"Listen, here's the job." Butcher ignores Hughie's comment. "You're gonna hot mic her phone. From now on, we hear everything she says. I mean, this is a golden opportunity." Butcher tells him. "And after all you done, piece of cake."

"Yeah, she's not a- She's not a bad person." Hughie smiles, standing up for Starlight. Cass clicks her tongue.

"She's a Supe, Hughie. Just like the fucking rest of them." Butcher states.

Cass's eyes travel over to Bellamy.

Sometimes Supes aren't the worst, she stares at Bellamy's back. Desperately trying to push the unwarranted flashback out of her head, for good.

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Hey, heyyy!! Welcome back to Moronic Morosis!!

Took last week off for TVD's 15th anniversary & published my Damon Salvatore Book last Tuesday!! (Sweet Havoc-TVD for any of my Vampire Diaries lovers out hereeee!!)

Anywayssss.... WHAT'D Y'ALL THINK?!!! Finally fed y'all a Cass & Bellamy flashackkkk, hello?!?!

Omg, I think it's one of my fav things EVER!! Bell defended Frenchie, as he doesss, & he's stepping uppp in this chap!! Whoop, whoop! And Cass is just so fucking over everything lmao, as she should be tbh!!

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