~Listening to her~

(Part 5/5)

~I took your heart and made it mine; would do my best to justify it.

The next was weekend, so that gave them a break from the usual rushed routine. Hilary got up at eight, and prepared a heavy breakfast for them. She took a whiff of her dishes which smelled yummy enough. Satisfied, she lidded the bowls and climbed upstairs.

Tyson was still sleeping. 'Probably he's compensating the sleep of all days.' She shrugged and headed to her room for a bath. She wore a navy blue colored collared frock, buttons running down in the midline from the collar till the hem of it which ended just an inch above her ankle. Two ropes below her chest were dangling on sides which she tied as waist belt on the back, enunciating and tightening her breasts. She left her hair open after drying them, letting it to completely get aired.

She walked up to his room, sitting beside him on his bed, watching his cute sleeping figure. She smiled at him, blinking happily at him. Tyson softly groaned and turned to other side. She shook him, but he was very impervious. She shook him with little groans, wanting to wake him.

Her eyes fell on the slightly open drawer. She pulled it and the sight of it befuddled her. There was a fresh back of condoms lying in it. She was frozen and bewildered. He woke up groggily and settled up.

"When did you wake up?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. Her eyes were still staring at the drawer. Tyson noticed of what she discovered. 'Oh crap, she found out.' He rolled his eyes. He closed the drawer, and got up from the bed.

"Chill up, Hils," he said, pouring himself a glass of water. She was still too stunned.

He gulped the water and poured another glass of water and handed her,

"Here, take it. Relax," he said. She stared at him,brows furrowed.

"We will talk about this, promise. But not now. Breakfast first." He said, putting the glass on table and cupped her jaw. She nodded and begrudgingly kept quiet.

Her mind was jammed all throughout their breakfast, till he got fresh with a bath and got clad in his clothes.

Hilary was seated on his bed the entire time he was showering, getting dressed, getting dried, cleaning his study table and checking his phone.

Getting frustrated that he was not speaking with her at all and was purposely delaying it, she got up and stamped towards him, grabbing his collar and glaring furiously at him, making him look at her.

He didn't fight back. His eyes were half closed, gazing her with intense yearning and ablazed desires. Yet he was silent.

"That was for us," he whispered. Her eyes slightly softened.

"Want to hear more?" He asked, voice rusty and rasp.

She shook her head in no and left him. She left his collar and looked down between them.

"What do YOU feel, you say. This time, I am not able listen to your heart." He asked.

She walked to his desk, took his phone and handed him. He opened it up to read her messages.

She jabbed her fingers on her phone,

'Why you want to sleep with me?' She texted.

He frowned at her, "Is there something wrong with that!" He shot at her.

'No... nothing's wrong. But I can't even say your name you know. I thought you'd not like to have me that way,' she texted and pressed the sent icon with a sigh.

Tyson's phone buzzed. He was confused and angry both. He snatched her phone and threw both of their phones on the bed and pulled her close by her wrist, "I love just the way you're. I don't care if you can't speak," he squeezed her wrists and she gasped at his hold, "That doesn't matter if you can't moan out like others, if you can't say my name on your lips," he kissed her harshly on her side of throat. She inhaled sharply, shaking well, "For me, I want you in every way and just in the way you are..." he whispered in her ears.

She couldn't believe his passionate and loyal sense of love he had deepened for her. Tears of pleasure escaped her eyes and she gulped and nodded.

'I want you too Tyson, just in the same way! I couldn't believe you would go this far for us. I'm ready to be yours, take me.' Her heart cried blissfully.

She earnestly nodded, looking at him.

"Are you in?" He smirked faintly.

She nodded. She fiercely cupped his jaw and fervently kissed him, parting her lips quickly to allow him to devour her. He clasped her shoulders and leaned further, tongues tasting each other once again and getting lost in the exotic sensations. He fiercely and frenzily danced his tongue in her oral, dominating her triumphantly, exerting his primal power, rendering her powerless against his love. He just couldn't get enough of her. Hilary's heart causally bet faster, and it seemed to be thumping severely. She loved how he tasted, the foreign flavor arousing her carnal desires.

Tyson pulled away and walked to close the door and locked it. She was heavily blushing, not knowing the fate of her body. She got seated on the bed's edge, eyes lowered down. He walked towards her and sat behind her on the edge.

A smile finally crawled on his lips as he undid her ropes tied on back and rested his hands on her shoulders,

"Shall we?" He asked. Hilary was equally excited now, she nodded.

"Great!" He smirked, and she turned to face him. Her hands boldly reached at his hem and she unbuttoned his shirt slowly and discarded it on the stand.

Tyson reached for her collar and started to unbutton her. Her eyes were silently and deeply staring at him as he tossed her frock on the floor away after unbuttoning the last button of her hem. To quell her silent anxiety, he took a white sheet and tossed to her. She wrapped it on her legs quickly. No words were exchanged, all that was to be said was said, now everything was just to be done. Bounding one arm round her waist, he slowly leaned on her shoulder and started peppering hot kisses on her neck, starting from her collarbone and shoulder blades. Her lips softly parted and she tilted her chin back, closing her eyes to feel the sensations of his lips work on her skin. He nibbled on the rigid skin enclosing her collar bone. She gasped loudly and clutched the sheets. His teeth progressed to give her passionate hickeys, without any refrain. She softly moaned and tilted her head back furthermore. All her pleasure was put out by husky unstoppable gasps, heaving ecstatically. His weight fell on her as he deepened, bruising her sweating skin. She eventually fell on the bed, her back colliding there. He pulled back to place a pillow below her head. He gave her a sincere smile,

"You're gorgeous, Hilary."

He hovered on her legs with less weight, and dived into her chest, progressing to feel her skin on his impatient lips once again. He fondled her slender arms with his calloused hands and lovingly kissed them. Her eyes shot open momentarily as he pulled off the strap of her bra, unclasping it in aggression and flipping it away. Hilary's chest heaved up and down, eyes dilated, cheeks cerise, carnal pleasure shooting up. His eyes looked tipsy and aroused, staring at her exposed bosom. Smiling, he kneaded her milky soft mounds with his both hands, feeling his fingers drowning into its ethereal depth of softness. She moaned, lips trembling in pleasure, gasping for more. She closed her eyes, feeling the sensational touches driving her crazy. He leaned and tweaked her peach nipples, watching them bounce up and down in an interesting rhythm. He groped his nose into the curvy canal between the mounds, intoxicating the smell of them. He could feel her body arching upwards,

"Just wait," he smirked. He clutches her arms and hastily sucked the slopes of her left breast. Running his tongue round her right mound he rested his lips on her nipple, softly biting it, getting reminded of some flavored milk powder. He lifted his eyes to look at her. Her lips were parted, ecstatically breathing and crumpling the sheets with her fingers.

He smiled gladly and shifted his knees down the length of her legs to get a fine access to her tummy.

He leaned to heartily kiss her flat tummy but her hands raked into his hair, clutching them crazily and pulling his head over her left mound. He let out a small amused laugh but repeated the process over it that she was asking for, and ran his tongue round that mound, wetting her mounds with his oral fluid and blowing over it to give her a jolt of coldness. She almost shrieked in pleasure. Tyson was amused.

"You'll love it, count on me Hils babe,"

Her eyes softly open to see his head lost in exploring her. He continued back to her tummy, shifting his hands from her arms to fondle the sides of her front and kissing her explicitly till her navel, feeling her curves and dimples of back. His fingers caressed her belly button. Her eyes shot open when he did that, causing her to blush uncontrollably. Her hands reached for his broad chest, roaming impatiently all over his athletic hard build muscles. His chest line and back line were deep, just like she thought. Tyson heaved in bliss as her tender fingers gently fondled on his back, grabbing his skin in her palms, caressing it.

'Her touch is mind shattering and stimulating...' he breathed in rhapsody. She smiled at him and cupped his sturdy shoulders. Both the duo were wide eyed, staring huskily at each other, lips parted, slightly gasping. Sweat was dripping over his forehead, hers was clean.

"Pass me the condom," he said her since her hands could reach the desk. He got up from her, relieving her body temporarily from his weight on her.

She threw the packet at him and he caught it. Hilary got up too and looked at him, keeping the sheet on her bottom intact.

He looked at her back. Without saying anything, she hugged him fiercely, simpering prettily. He hugged her back, running his hands on her back of honeyed skin. He liked how her back line was deep and the slanting pair of bone ridges on her pectoral girdles were sexy to run fingers upon. He pulled back, placed her on his lap, her back facing him. His hands clutched her sides of waist and he began showering kisses on her bony ridges, biting soft flesh at the bottom of her girdles. She clutched his thighs on sides. Her eyes were squeezed shut, face tensed ecstatically. She was on the verge of losing her control. He continued smooching her back down her spine, into the feminine dimples, continuing the entire process on repeat arousing blood-rush to her tender skin.

He paused for few seconds and looked at her shoulder.

"Are you ready?" He asked. She nodded, happily blushing. Her fears of getting her entrance bursted by him were overwhelmed by the joys and pleasures of the aftermath feelings.

He tenderly lied her on her back on the bed. He removed his belt. She suddenly got up and held his hands. He looked at her in interrogation.

She pulled down his zipper and clutched his jeans and stripped him off. He smirked admirably at her. He was now equal to her.

She rested her back against the wall of backside. His fingers pulled off the sheet from her legs, clasped her thighs, fondling till her knees and going back upwards. Hilary gawked at him but he gave no signs to notice her. He was seated on her legs down and was easily claiming her thighs, running slow fingers over them. Melted in his touch, she slipped and lied flatly. A loud gasp escaped her mouth when his fingers touched between her legs, running over her private folds over the cloth barrier of her private garment. She was gobsmacked. She could feel her dainty folds getting absolutely wet with erotic fluids. Her legs widened automatically and she moaned slightly louder. Tyson was surprised but he thought that it was instinctive. He smirked and stroked his thumb firmer on her sexual folds, trailing it with pressure downwards and deeper to her virgin barrier, remembering everything.

"You're wet, Hils." he whispered amusingly, and she heatedly flustered. He retreated back his hands but she clutched his hand and directed him to continue it. He was amazed, but then he showed skills of his magical fingers diving into her folds and sensually caressing it- despite her undergarment being the barrier to his fingers. Her eyes almost watered in pleasure and she was breathing haphazardly in absolutely euphoria, eyes dilated like she was on coke. Tyson was her coke. He caressed the inner folds of her thighs which were cleanly waxed. He pressed his thumb at one spot in a deep fold through the wet cloth of barrier and sensed her pulsation. She was wet, and her folds pulsed at his touch. 'Damn Hilary! Control! How the fuck he's doing it!' Hilary slammed her squeezed fist on the bed badly a couple of times.

"Let's save this for round 2, okay." He halted and looked at her with smile. She definitely wanted to protest, he left her body at a cliffhanger, especially when her hormones flared up beyond the endpoint. Nonetheless she nodded reluctantly. Their eyes were flooded with lust and desires, flowing in tipsyness without actually getting drunk. He held her waist and pulled her up. She got up.

She removed her lower garment, while he undid his and took out a single condom and tried it for the first time.

Completely naked, she lied calmly back on the bed finally.

'This was mind shattering crazy!'

"You ready, Beautiful?" He asked,
She gave a firm nod.

'I took your heart and made it mine, and would do my best to justify it.'

He stared at her lying so peacefully, looking absolutely beautiful like he always said her. Smiling to himself calmly, he positioned himself and gripped on her thighs, parting them and diving his member into her wet pink cavern. Hilary's head went fuzzy as he broke her virgin barrier in one go. She wanted to shriek but couldn't. Tears scrolled down her eyes. Blood and rheum dripped on the sheets. His body locked with her completely. Every part of them was interlocked universally perfectly. Even if he was taller, his body moulded against her in sync. They had become one. He massaged her shoulders, kissing her collar bone's red scarlet hickeys lightly, hands groping her plush breasts once again in fires of desires. He was inside her, sinking into her sensually, sparking her amatory hormones intensely. She closed her eyes tighter, the pain was too much to take.

"It will feel better, just wait." He whispered even though he couldn't exactly sympathize with her, because he himself was lost drowning in her as he thrusted his tough member deeper, feeling like sinking into her. Hilary's cavern throbbed as his member pulsated incredibly, her walls clenching and her entrance was in throes of sexual pleasure. Her diaphragm moved up and down and she was profusely sweating, more than him. Her breaths shivered, her verbal gave up.

"Tyson!" She shrieked shakily. Tyson's face swerved up in utter shock and bewilderment. His eyes stared at her face. Mouth open and stark wide, his eyes shone in colors of confusion and shock.

'Did she really say my name...' his mind was addled and blocked. He glared at her but her eyes were close, she seemed fragile before him, there were stains of dried tears and some sort of intense guilt on her face. She pouted in shame and turned her face aside, knowing that he was staring her.

"Hilary, look at me!" He groaned angrily. More tears poured out her eyes and she bit her lips and wobbled. He was furious and riled up. 'So you lied to me huh? How easily you tricked me Hilary!' He softly pulled away, carefully withdrawing his member from her cavern. He wore his clothes, feeling utterly gutted and torn. Hilary didn't open her eyes, both in physical pain and mental anguish.

He looked at her, feeling no pity of how physically toiled up she was.

Mustering courage, she slowly got up and sat. She pulled a white sheet and covered herself as she sat, curling into a ball

"Can you really speak?" He asked her, just about to leave his room.

She struggled and felt ashamed, crying out in muffled sobs,

"Why the fuck are you crying, miss Drama queen!" He yelled at her, angry. He couldn't believe she called his name, which basically gave a bottom line conclusion that she could speak. More hurt and tattered she was. She wanted to get up and run to him and stop, but the pain between her legs was too much to make her even move. She slowly got up, her lips trembled terribly. She looked at him like a broken nervous wreck, scared to no ends. She wanted to stop him, yell at him to just stay and not leave her but she didn't want to break her oath.

'Hilary, save your love, girl! Stop him! Forget that bullshit oath! Tyson... he is your lover! You just slept with him! You HAVE to talk to him. Don't feel bad, don't keep quiet. Open your mouth, stop him!'.

Hilary shook her head in denial, still shivering in confusion and maelstrom of lies.

'Hilary, you'll loose him! Speak to him!'

"Tyson, please don't leave me! Please!" She implored and sobbed. Tyson froze. He was literally seeing her, or say hearing her! She talked to him. This was new, VERY new. Her voice was soft, bold, sweet, so alike like how he imagined when he first saw her.

"Why did you lie to me!" He yelled at her indignantly. Hilary gulped and took a pre-deep breath.

"Because my mom told me take an oath two years back! I'd to pretend that I couldn't speak! For some stupid reasons! I'd to take and lie to everyone here in this town for that bloody fucking oath!" She whimpered out. Tyson was surprised with the colors of her rich vocabulary. 'Wow, she opened her mouth and all it could come out was bloody and fuck. Fuck.'

She cried and her throat went dry. She held her legs close in pain. Tyson plainly stared at her. He was too lost in listening to her. Still, he bit his lip and seethed, feeling anguished to see her cry. This was so ironic.

'This was disaster or a stupid timing. We just had sex, and it all ends us shouting and she... she crying? What the fuck is wrong with me! Just go and hug her, man. She's crying for me not to leave!'

"I loved you, Tyson. I really did! Lying you was my misery!" She furled clumsily, balling up. She clutched the white sheets around her to cover her body. She wanted to run up for him but the pain between her legs was shooting up.

Tyson stared at her, still not saying anything to relieve her. His eyes landed upon the blood stains. He had a very fine idea that the coitus was rough and tough, hard for the girl to take for the first time. 'Guess she's still bleeding and weak to move away,'

Quelling his anger about her lies, he walked to her by the bed and sighed. She lifted her chin up to see him. Her eyes were pleading for him to not be angry with her.

'I feel so helpless inside. It feels like lost who I'm.'

"Please, don't leave- I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have lied," Hilary voice quavered badly. Tyson felt like tearing up at her croaked voice.

"Fine, fine. Don't cry. I'm not going," he sat beside her and looked at her. She had the white sheets dangling from her shoulders onwards covering her entire body.

"Just sleep for now. I'll get some painkillers for you," he said, trying to quell her anxiety and perturbations.

"No I don't want them," she trembled, hugging her shoulders, her knees pulled up to her chest, "I want you. I want your f-forgiveness," she said. Tyson frowned, feeling edgy.

Tyson sighed hopelessly. "I'm not going anywhere. Let's sleep for now." He draped an arm around her back, took their pillows, and placed back and helped her to lie down. She lied down slowly and carefully keeping her legs close to each other and trying to quell the pain of her first coitus. Knowing that she won't leave him now, he too lied beside her, reluctantly pretending to share the white sheet with him.

He jadedly placed an arm on her chest, just under her breasts. Feeling her bare skin, he got up and removed his shirt and tossed it on the futon and lied back, covering both of them in the white sheets. He closed his eyes because he didn't want to talk with her yet. He needed time. Needed time to think all about it once again calmly. The shocker was too much to take. Tyson didn't want to shout at her, yell at her or break his first precious relationship or memories with her. But he needed time, for this love to be anchored with her with Trust.

Silence ensued painfully between them. Hilary was draped over him, lying close and wrapping her hands on his chest and keeping her head on his shoulder, yet she was very worried.

'He was so close, so intimately close... but I felt like oceans apart from him. Could have stood the curses of that fucking oath, but not Tyson's quietness this way...NO.'

She glanced at him occasionally every now and then but his eyes were closed,almost like he was refusing to talk to her. She wanted to talk but he wouldn't listen...

'Now when I CAN speak, he wouldn't listen.'

She wanted to talk to him and sort this out, but he seemed angry by the look on his face even though he was lying next to her, shirtless and holding her. His eyes were closed silently in some disappointment and Hilary didn't want to get on his bad side, so she was quiet. Already, his shouting at her shuddered her heart. She had only seen his loving side, but his shouting at her was something new that she just saw, and it was scary. But she knew that his behavior was legit at her.

Sniffling silently, inhaling the fluid of her nose, she slowly felt asleep. However Tyson wasn't sleeping. He was wide awake. When he realized that she had slept, he softly opened his eyes.

His mind and heart were bated for a good debate, to decide whether to leave her for her lie, or to forgive her and understand her reasons and see the amount of her love overshadowing it.

'What type of idiotic oath that was huh! Her mother made her take that oath? Why so?' He glanced at his left to see her sleeping, still slouched on him very dependently. Her eyes were covered with her hair fringes in slants.

He couldn't help but feel his heart race up once again. He could remember all the beautiful ways through which she communicated with him. He commemorated how she sketched on his chest, drew letters with her fingers in bathtub with him, and wrote love messages for him on notepads.

'Heartbeats continue to give messages about you, Hilary. Why?'.

His lowered, half closed eyes stared at her face, pondering in retrospection. He took his hand out of the sheet and removed her hair strands from eyes,

"I'm so sorry, Tyson..." her mumbled voice cooed in sleep. Tyson heard it distinctly. He blinked.

'She's dreaming!'

"Wake up and take my forgiveness then." He whispered back, not giving much thoughts. She didn't wake,which doused his doubts that she was awake.

"I forgive you, because I love you." He slightly got up and leaned to tenderly kiss her parted lips, and pulled back.

'Those lips have refrained themselves so much. Now I just want them to keep talking with me, arguing with me, bantering with me, and... kissing me often.' He smirked and lied back comfortably, enveloping her in his arms possessively.

He realized that it was a big challenge for her to lie to him, to keep shut, pretend to be dumb, and still love with all other efforts of communicating, 'Beautifully those efforts were done. I want her to continue them.' He smiled and nuzzled momentarily into her neck.

'Even if you can say, don't say. Just take a marker, unbutton my shirt, and write it down.' He smiled gladly, grateful to have discovered her sweet methods of communication in love.

'I can't wait for you to talk with me, Hils. Say I love you.'

He grinned softly and fell into the sleep.

Hilary begrudgingly woke up nearly at sunset, eyes struggling to clear her vision. She was surprised to see Tyson draped over her. 'Wasn't he mad at me?'

She cautiously escaped his arms caging her, and got up to get cleaned and dressed. The smell and signs of their first session still lingered in air- an embarrassing reminder. She quickly made arrangements to take a bath and get clad in comfortable clothes.

'I've to say sorry to him. I've to get his forgiveness! I've to. Hell with this oath, I'm not going to deprive Tyson. I will talk with him just as much I want... or maybe just much as he wants me to.'

She got fresh in her room and walked back to his room. He was getting ready too. She slid the door, he was buttoning his sleeve. His laptop was open, speakers set aside, some soft song playing, giving some romantic aura. He just gave her a warm smile. She smiled back nervously. Shooting away all her fears, she walked to him and smiled once again lightly, a little unsure of what she should say. 'He seems to be in a fine mood.'

"Get your purse, we are going out for dinner." He said, wearing his watch.

"Okay," she nodded obediently.

"Tyson... um..." she paused.

"Hm?" He droned,

"Did you forgive me, Tyson?" She asked gently, but it was skittish.

"Yep," he nodded, picking his earpods and keeping them in his pockets.

For a moment, she was elated, smiling very gleefully and brightly...

I choose you

No matter the battle

'Cause my love for you

Darling it ain't fragile, no

She stood in her spot, staring at him in pride and admiration, very surprised and grateful for his heart managing to forgive her easily. He didn't look at her, he was just doing stuff, but that didn't bother her. His calm face was enough for her.

From this day on you'll never have to

Question my love darlin'

'Cause I choose you

And at the end of the day

I'll be waiting

Till we're old and gray

My love ain't changin'

"Hey Tyson," she smiled at him, very cheerfully. Tyson smiled back, excited as he turned to her.

"I love you." She confessed, "Very much."

He smirked softly and walked to her,

"Say again." He said,

"I love you, I love you so so much!" She happily admitted.

"Now that's the best voice, best words I've heard. I love you too, Hilary." He softly kissed her on forehead.

"You seriously forgave me Tyson?" She asked curiously.

"Yep, but I still like your antics of communicating; don't stop that, Hils," he winked. She nodded and giggled. He softly kissed her forehead and pulled back.

"Shall we go then?" He laughed, "I'm hungry. Gotta eat and then have to talk to you endless..." he bounded her in his arms lightly. She enclosed back her hands on back of his neck. She said,

"I want to talk to you too. I don't think I can stop talking to you, anytime"

"I don't think I can stop listening to you,"

"You will be bored, I'm a bad chatter box,"

"That still won't satisfy my heart,"

"What will satisfy it then?"

"Well, a hot kiss with those same lips? And maybe some loud, sexy audio during our next session?"

A/N: Happy birthday, Tyson Granger.

So... how this chapter was? Mind-shattering or complete shit? XD Finally I wrote a TyHil lemon. Justice done to my OTP! I've turned a sweet and cute pairing like TyHil into a hot and savage one!

Do review, its important to feed a writer's soul. ^_^