#c;vega

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vega was sitting at their kitchen table, working on some paper work for the kids after school program when he heard his girlfriend call to him. he was a little surprised she was yelling considering their daughter was sleeping and ian just got comfortable playing in his pen. setting down the papers, vega made his way to the bathroom, frowning at brooklyn. “love? what’s going on? braylin is still sleeping, we shouldn’t wake her..” @cvriouslove​

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based off this ask. 

vega looked down at his coffee mug, sighing softly. “no, i don’t,” he whispered. “brooklyn, i want to make sure you stay safe. maybe... maybe we shouldn’t meet as often,” he whispered, looking up at her. “you have my name under something else on your phone right? and you delete them after?” vega hated talking like this but brooklyn hadn’t left him yet. @cvriouslove​

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imessage: brooklyn

VEGA: hey babes

VEGA: did you need me to pick anything up for the kids?

VEGA: or do you need anything special?

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                   — my muse is caught masturbating by yours.

Try as she might to deny it, Vega toted quite the sex drive. And when heat like that went unattended—as it often did—it wasn’t rare for lust to claim her at the most random moments. Like now, for example, as she’s poring over her biology textbook and arousal—sudden, jarring, heady—seems to rise with such intent that she’s pushed her work aside and rolled onto her back without a second thought. So easily she has fallen to the desire for satisfaction that she’s forgotten that her door is unlocked—and that Elijah is on his way for their weekly session. No, in that moment, all that truly matters is the hand between her legs and the fingers tugging at pebbling nipples; ecstasy in its purest form.

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"You--you are all I think I'll ever want in the world."

What does my muse mean to yours?

His words catch Vega off-guard, their sentiment startling and exciting in a single, frenzied sweep. Whatever it is that they have between them is still so new to the celestial being; yet even in its novelty, his confession makes her heart flutter and stomach lurch with something just short of contentment. To be all he wanted is perhaps the only thing she could ever ask for and the emotion blossoming through her chest makes itself known by way of an unusually forward gesture of fingers slipping between his and guiding him forward into a feather-light kiss to the cheek.

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xsolitas replied to your post:[ SMS ;; Thad ] Are you still comin' to the party this Friday w the gang?

[ sms from; thad ] at beau’s parents house.

[ sms from; vega ] hmm, is it far from campus? don't think i've ever been.

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[ SMS ;; Thad ] Are you still comin' to the party this Friday w the gang?

[ sms from; vega ] uh, i was planning on it. but who knows...got a lot of homework due monday so i might not be able to.[ sms from; vega ] where was it supposed to be again?

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✿ DO THE THING.

14 — jawline kiss.

He was warm—impeccably so. And Vega was still getting used to being this close to someone who wasn’t Nick or Milo but somehow, it being Chris with his arms looped around her made it that much easier to overcome that discomfort. More than that, however, his warmth made it easier to ignore the squeezing of beating heart; a sensation she seemed to suffer more and more when it came time to leave him. She enjoyed the larger man’s company, a lot more than she thought she ever would. And with each sinking of the sun beneath the horizon, the star found herself reluctant, prayers for extra hours often crossing her mind though she knew them useless. But where wishes failed, his hugs prevailed; the embraces were both a much-needed extension of their time together and a promise of more to come, all in one simple action. Perhaps this was why, as he began to pull away and prepared to say goodbye, emotion rushed forth—heady, fast—to claim the little star. She wanted to speak, a single word coming to mind as she thought of it—no! But no matter what had changed in how she felt for him, she was still Vega; words were not her forte. So instead the celestial being pressed up onto tipped toes, pressing gentle kiss to the curve of his jawline. She didn’t quite know what she meant to say in that single action nor what she meant to trigger from his end. But what she was certain of was a desire for the night to go on a bit longer, even if that meant just five more minutes.