~Listening to her~

(Part 4/5)

~'Cause you found me; and I found you; and when you're next to me, I never wanna move.

Without changing, she crawled on bed and lied beside him close. He gave a smile to her. She kept her head on his folded elbow, keeping her hand on his chest, and trying to see the game's video he was watching on his phone.

'Wish he would talk to me instead... but maybe he's just toiled up.' She cuddled closer to him, simply stroking her palm against his chest. He glanced at her and briefly placed a tender kiss on her side of forehead, before continuing the game. Her robes barely clung to her figure, getting loosened when she moved against him since few minutes.

The thunder boomed again and clashed into the skies, clouds roaring and rumbling. Hilary trembled and was more scared even though she tried to keep her facial expressions calm but Tyson got the hint that she was scared. She clutched his shirt tighter now, and her nails slightly scratched his skin. He eyed her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders from back, and pulled her slightly more closer than they already were. She rested her face on his chest just below his shoulder and draped an arm on his chest, shutting her eyes close. Another clap cracked up in the sky, its voice scaring her more. Her toes got folded, and her nicely exposed legs beneath the knees turned firmer and rigid. She bristled.

He caressed her head softly but that did less to quell her anxiety. Her head was wrapped in the towel and that didn't contribute much to the touches she was accustomed to.

Continuous thunders followed in the next minute and Hilary was scared to no ends, and her heart bet dangerously. She was slouched over his half right side. Tyson could almost feel her heart beating.

"Hils, relax, it's nothing." He said to her calmly and took out his earpods and placed into her ears. The loud 3D rock voice blared into her ears, but it was far better than those thunders scaring her. She sighed, smiling a thank-you at him. She was gradually drifting into a sleep, the v shaped edges of her robe parting slightly across her chest. But she felt better as she sank into a peaceful sleep, not getting scared at least. Tyson almost squealed as the game's video got over. The ear pods no longer gave any audio to her. He tossed his phone aside, but let the earpods in her ears to be there.

Tyson looked at her. She was seeming to be on the verge of sleeping. He had a fair idea though that she was not totally sleeping. Her robes were slightly opened across her legs which were pressed one upon the other. The waist belt loosened. His eyes silently traveled upwards on her body. Curves of her bosom slightly peaked through the slightly parted curtains of her robe that revealed her skin to him. He knew he had to do best of what's in his control not to let his hands crawl on her and completely undress her which would actually not take even a minute for him seeing the fragility of that robe yelling at him to be unleashed from her body. Her hand was draped over him which caused some hindrance for him to clearly see her cleavage but slight hints of her plump breasts were into the view.

'Tyson control! Control up dude! She's sleeping for God's sake. She don't even know you're gawking at her like that!'

He didn't budge from his position, especially because he didn't want her to be stirred from her sleep. But his eyes were running up and down her exposed legs and that robe being parted all throughout her thighs except where her most private part was hidden was a teaser to him, and it irked him. One of his hand was on her head but the other hand didn't exactly have an access to reach out to break and unveil that teaser, just for once, just to see how she looked there. She softly snored which indicated that she was deeply sleeping by now.

'So what if I just move that robe for a second!' His mind argued. He shook his head in denial, not wanting to break her trust. She groaned softly in her sleep and turned to the other side, probably just shifting her position like one do.

Tyson froze when she turned, in the process of which her robe got completely open, the sides of it freely unlocked. The only thing was she had turned and therefore he couldn't right now see her in that intimate way he was yearning for. The middle of her front body starting from her neck till her toes were exposed from the front but her back was enclosed in the robe. He quickly got up, switched off the lights before he would frenzily snatch away that enemy called robe which had caused him so much tension right now. He took her blanket and quickly threw it over her and placed a pillow under her head. Then he left, switching on the bed lamp.

He heavily sighed once he got into his room, the teaser intimate pictures of her not leaving his mind. But he was so grateful right now that he didn't mess up. 'That was a close one.' He thought as he got changed and thumped on his bed restlessly. He wondered what she might think the next morning after seeing herself and remembering that he was in her room clung to her last night.

'I hope she doesn't get the wrong idea about me.' He shrugged.

One thing he was sure about them was that they were at a point where they could possibly consummate their love if that included her consent too. His fantasizing thoughts included about it, wondered how she would be felt, and even though she wouldn't even moan out properly or say his name, he concluded that the less verbal make-out would be interesting. Plus, he would tease her without allowing her to reply back. He tugged under the blanket deeper as the thoughts continued in his head. He didn't want to be dirty and he bet Hilary thought he was completely pure innocent, but still; Hilary was his girlfriend and they got intimate time to time within limits.

'So isn't it legit that I want to see her after being in love and being so close!' He screeched the mocking demon inside his head. He did see naked cadavers last years of both males and females ones and the disgusting part which was very legal there was they had to study every part of them, tearing their skins away,but that annoyed him sometimes. 'So what's with these hormones getting hyped up to see Hilary. Hey you, we did see those cadavers right? So chill. Hilary is not much different...' his thoughts squirmed and cringed. He wanted to have her soon as possible because he had an intuition that Hilary would be soon shut at her hostel back since Salima returned too and plus Grandpa may come back anytime. They wouldn't have a golden opportunity to make out ever if not sooner.

The next morning, Tyson woke up early and even though he was still in his bleary state, he walked down brushing and prepared breakfast sandwiches. He walked upstairs to get ready for college. But before that, he slightly opened door of Hilary's room. She was still sleeping. He closed back the door. He got ready in his usual attire, wearing a black shirt and jeans and preparing his bag.

He walked inside her room and sat beside her on bed. She seemed to be deeply dead sleeping. He didn't want to wake her, seeing how calm and serene she looked in her sleep.

"Hils, get up." He caressed her forehead and tried to wake her up. She didn't stir. He leaned and kissed her jaw softly and pulled back. She felt more warm.

"C'mon, get up now." He said her, "Eat your breakfast and then sleep," he kept on stroking her head.

'Does she got fever?' He frowned. She slightly stirred up and opened her eyes,

"Good morning, Hils. Now get ready," he gently said her. She faintly blinked but nodded.

'I missed you,' she got up to sit and didn't realize that her blanket was slipping off. Tyson however covered her with blanket before she would realize that her robe was untied.

"Okay, I'm leaving now. See you in evening." He smiled at her, and got. While she was dumbfounded and simply stared at him.

'Why was it hurting when he would be just gone for few hours?' The tension seemed to resurface and haunt her.

It seemed that he was drifting away, distancing from her but that wasn't true. Tyson didn't want to be stimulated and love her senselessly like he had been thinking of her. She pushed away the blanket, quickly tied her bathrobe tightly and properly. She got up and ran towards him and hugged him urgently from behind, burying her face on his pectoral region of shoulder. He stopped, and was silent. He didn't know what to say. He knew what she felt, after all he was not perfectly close with her as they were before.

"I'm getting late, Hils." He said softly. Hilary shook her head stubbornly in no and clutched him tighter.

He gradually escaped her hold and turned to her, caressing her head as she caged him in her arms, her head in his chest closer.

She almost sniffled.

'Damn, she's crying.' He bit his lip. He had enough. 'I shouldn't be doing this to her, it's unfair on her.,'

"Fine fine. I'm not going anywhere, Hils." He said and pulled her face away and smiled at her. Her eyes were glassy and she was smiling through those shaking lips. Her eyes firmly stared into him, pleading him just to be real, just to be back how he was. He didn't ignore her, he simply wasn't like this.

He left her, threw his shoes away from his feet. In the next moment, he wrapped his arm round her neck and under her knees, lifting her up and walking to the bed and placing her.

'I'd enough.' He hovered over her pressing his body against her, draping an arm under her neck. She stared into his eyes, but there was no hesitation.

He pulled away the towel from her head , revealing her damp brunette hair, fringes splayed around.

'I just want you to be near me, just as before.' She thought and intertwined her hands around his neck. He tilted towards her earlobe and whispered, "If I'm close to you, I loose my senses crazily, Hils."

She sighed in delight but she had lesser idea of what he was talking about.

"My body wants to get physical with you and lock with yours," he whispered and kissed her below her ear and dragged his lips downwards till they met the collar of her robe. Her eyes were closed, hands clutching his black shirt. She tilted her head on the other side, just so as he gets a better access. His fingers raked into her sharp hair, clasping them and shoved upwards to kiss the junction of her scalp and back. She was breathing audibly in pleasure, even though she didn't crave anything more than what he was doing.

'Cause you found me; and I found you; and when you're next to me, I never wanna move.'

He pulled away and kept his husky eyes locked with hers, "I think now you get the idea that my love is deeper and fiercer than yours pure ones," he winked at her. She looked away with a blush and a tiny smile. He absolutely loved when she blushed because of his words.

He got up and left her saying her to get dressed.

The next thing that followed was she had her breakfast, and changed her mind, telling him to go to college. She didn't want him to miss it because of her.

He left her with a cute hug. She handed him his white coat with a grin. He took it and bid her goodbye.

Hilary cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed her room, prepared the lunch for them and texted and chatted with Salima to take news of hostel and things seem to be fine there

She took a nap in the midst, using his cologne before sleeping, 'I got your cologne still on my clothes like your hands on my body,'

There was still little time for him to return. She sneaked into his room and smirked. Walking in, she looked at his clothes sprawled around. Opening his closet, she grinned.

'I'm going to be Tyson now!' She thought as she took out his prominent linen white shirt and his blue jeans. Undressing herself and wearing his clothes, she grinned. She took his cap and adjusted on her head. 'He looks just like this!' She cheesily winked and looked herself in mirror. Her figure was not as build as his, of course, so the shirt seemed loose to her, plus the jeans was very long, she had to fold the edges. Thinking more of him, she wore the earpods like him, and was fully grinning as she looked herself in mirror. 'I'm in love with this Tyson! She's cuter!' She comically thought.

"Oh wow,"

Hilary flinched back and frowned nervously to see Tyson in the door way, leaning at the door, folding his arms across his chest very satisfied seeing her. He was amused.

She was very beet and plus he gave no chance to her to escape this sweet humiliation.

He walked in, threw his bag on the bed along with his white coat, walked towards her, folding his sleeves, and calmly locked his eyes with hers,

"I see, you were missing me, huh?" Tyson smirked. He ignored his jeans, because his intentions were savage right now.

"That's MY shirt." He glared at her, "I want it back RIGHT NOW." he said to her seriously. Hilary was addled.

'Maybe he doesn't like to share his clothes,' her mind seethed but she didn't protest. She unbuttoned his shirt, 'Tyson, you're selfish duh.' She rolled her eyes and removed his shirt. What she forgot was that he had tricked her and she had actually half undressed herself before him.

His slightly naughty, yearning eyes looked at her unveiled half body, covered with just a bra. She blinked and suddenly realized what had happened and what she had done!

"You're hot." He said flatly and lucidly and walked to the washroom, smiling amusingly. She cringed at the situation and groaned. She took her previous top, wore it hastily and stamped out to her room, and took her previous own tracks as well.

'Tyson Granger, your mind has a savage imagination!' She changed completely and kept his jeans back in his room.

She was waiting for him in his room.

'Is he bathing or what?' She thought as he still was in the washroom.

'Hilary, he seriously tricked you very nicely. Your screws screwed you too!'

She grunted, 'I'll confront him!' She fumed up cutely.

'Huh?' A sudden idea formed in her head. She blushed and nervously grinned.

'Well... I hope he will not mind this.' She got up, little unsure and skeptical. She tied her hair into a bun, and took a breath. She eavesdropped on the bathroom door. He seemed to be in the bathtub. She snidely opened the door and grinned at him. He blinked confusedly, dipped in waterbath tub.

"Um, what's up?" He asked innocently. She shook her head very calmly, feigning innocence and stepped inside. She prevented an inevitable smirk coming up and closed the door, and walked towards him.

"Hilary what are you doing?" He half laughed, half nervous. She simply stood near him on edge of the bathtub and winked at him before flippantly diving beside him. Tyson freaked up and almost squealed. Hilary heartily giggled at his reaction.

'Relax Granger, this is just a my-type pay back. But its a tad dirty.' She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, the steamy water completely sailing her very relaxingly. She was unfazed, cool and very triumphant.

"You scared me seriously, Hils!" Tyson said. He was just in a pair of shorts. She was leaning against the wall and just smirked at his words. She got up and straddled on his lap daringly and stared at his chest, and devilishly smirked.

Tyson was taken aback by her antics,

"Are you saying something?" He sweatdropped. She poked her sharp nail on his chest and moved them, writing something for him to guess. He understood.

"Say," he said calmly, now ready to counter her.

'You're hot.' She stroked the words simply. Tyson obviously comprehended them.

"Ooo.. So this was revenge, huh?" He asked, amused and surprised at her impish actions. She nodded proudly .

He laughed softly, not able to believe that she indeed was very much embarrassed at his trick.

"So what now? Want to bath together huh?" He offered her. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head in no.

"Let's cuddle, Beautiful." He pulled her swiftly and rammed her on his body. She was on the top but that didn't stop him from lifting the hem of her top slightly and fervently running his wet hands on her back up and down. He unhooked her strapless bra on back, grasped it and tossed it aside on the edge. Hilary's heart shook at his actions, but still, she was wearing her top and that has not been discarded yet. He groped her navel and again slipped them in her back line. His hands reached upwards, fondling her sides of her back close to her breasts. She was grappling his shoulders, not able to protest, lip locked and shut.

"Does it feel good?" He asked her. She didn't know what to signal him. She shrugged, feeling his hands were slipping from the sides of her back towards the mounds. She relaxed slightly when his hands left her skin and he gave her time to get up and straddle back. She was wearing her usual tee and the drenched top clung on her body very brilliantly, allowing him to appreciate her female anatomy.

"Before I end up stripping up off and dipping inside you... you should leave me alone for a peaceful bath," he cupped her cheeks and said kindly. Hilary bit her lips badly and nodded, 'Hormones girl, hormones! Tyson have them too!' She florid flushed and got up and stepped out of the bathtub, taking her bra and stealing his bathrobe

The nightfall arrived. The duo was busy in completing more assignments, heavily busy and tired. Neither of them turned up to spend time with each other and stayed in their respective rooms.

Hilary had two more days and then she would be shifting back to the hostel. Tyson knew it and he wanted to hurry up with his plans as well.

She closed the lights and fell on the bed, her shoulder length brunette hair splayed beneath her. 'Finally, we have to part... I'll shift back and we might not see each other frequently. College will start...' she sighed. 'Tyson... why am I lying to him. He will never forgive me if he ever comes to know the truth. He w-will... he will maybe leave me and never see me again,' her heart juddered at the thought.

'Its all because of mom. Took that bloody promise, and oath and I've to lie to everyone in this town!' She shook her head angrily.

Tyson was very tired after all the work, and he drifted into the sleep much without the thoughts.

A/N: Thanks for reviewing the previous chapter. Fair warning for next chapter which is strictly M rated, includes explicit lemon. No critical reviews for next chapter. Reader's discretion is advised.

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