AU! Hilary's at uni and has been too busy with upcoming exams to return home. Tyson goes to surprise her and gets a shock himself.

As you wish

Tyson blew out a breath, ran his free hand down his jeans and cupping that hand in front of his mouth, checked that his breath was fine. Minty fresh. Should be. He'd all but inhaled a tin of mints on the bus over to the campus where his girlfriend resided.

He held his hand up to knock and froze. What if she was busy? What if she didn't want him interrupting? She'd told him that she had exams approaching and that's why she couldn't come back these past three weekends and he understood that. He did. But he'd wanted to see her, surprise her and maybe, somehow, help her relax. That was his intention, but now he wondered if he'd made the wrong decision. She might be out at the library or sleeping.

He should have called first. Even if it spoiled the surprise, at least he would have known if he was welcome.

He dropped his hand, prepared to leave.

"Suck my dick!"

Tyson froze at the undeniably male voice from the other side of the door. His heart thundered in his chest and a cold sweat broke out along his back. Who the hell was that? And what was he doing in Hilary's room?

His hand closed over the handle and he was pushing through the door before his mind contemplated what he was doing. The scene before him brought him to a halt.

A short boy with a soul patch and a big nose stood at the bottom of the bed, gyrating and gesturing to his crotch to the disdain of a yawning girl. In between them was a pile of sheets and scattered highlighters. Oblivious to it all, Hilary sat on the burgundy bed spread, legs crossed indian style, brown wavy hair falling past her face, scribbling frantically in a spiral bound notebook.

The boy rounded on him, a scowl on his face. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Don't be rude," the girl said, nudging Hilary who looked up with a jerk.

Spotting Tyson, Hilary blinked a few times and then her face lit up, a smile spreading over her features. Letting out a squeal of joy, that instantly settled every bubbles of anxiety frothing in his gut, she lunged across the bed, oblivious to the disgruntled mutterings of her friends. And then his world was solely Hilary, his hands full of her - knocking down his bag of supplies -, every breath fragrant with her peach scented perfume, and her soft laughter in his ears. He sighed and melted into her, holding her closer as her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, her legs around his waist.

"Tyson, you're here."

He nuzzled her neck and breathed her in. Right. This was just right.

"Excuse us."

Slowly she slid to the ground, and tucking her hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture, she turned to her friends, but she kept her hand entwined in his. "Uh, Tyson, these are my friends; Ian, Amber, this is Tyson."

"Figured," Ian muttered.

Amber nodded. "Yeah, no need for Sherlock around here. I can't think of any other guy you'd greet that enthusiastically. Nice to know you're not made up, Tyson." With that said, she began to gather the pages on the bed. "Right, we're gonna head to the library, give you two some alone time, right Ian?"

"I fucking hate the library."

"Aye, well your roommate fucking hates me and my roommate will be asleep and won't let us study because she's half dead."

"We could stake her and then you wouldn't have to worry."

Hilary squeezed his hand as she rocked on the balls of her feet. "Well, if you two end up in jail, I'm going to be too busy to bail you out so choose someone else for your one phone call."

Tyson chuckled when her friends grumbled, on their way by, that they had no one else, and his girlfriend happily advised them not to murder. This was a side to Hilary he rarely saw, especially outside their very tight circle of childhood friends. Most people at school had seen has as uptight and she'd always feared people would dislike her on sight, but here she was with her own little niche of friends, independant of her relationship to him. It was nice. It was good. She was happy here and he needed to know that. He'd support her no matter where she chose to go with her life, but he worried about her. He didn't like the idea of her being lonely here. Now he knew she wasn't.

The door closed and Hilary turned back into him, cupping his face. "You're really here." Voice soft, her thumbs stroked over his cheeks as her soft gaze darted over him, as if trying to memorise how he looked. "How?"

"You were busy, I had the night off, so I gathered a few supplies and drove over."

Her eyes sharpened. "Supplies? Study supplies? Oh Tyson, gimme. Not that you being here yourself isn't the best thing ever, but where is my ice-cream?"

He chuckled and nudged her out of his way, grabbing the plastic bag from where it had fallen on the floor. "It might be a bit dented Hils," he said, taking off his cap and jacket and tossing them on the chair by the single desk in the room, ignoring her tsk of annoyance. "But I was a bit distracted by the guy shouting suck my dick."

"What?" Comprehension flooded her features as she reached into her bedside cabinet and withdrew two spoons. "Oh, Ian says that every time he gets a question right. I've become immune." She froze and her hand flew to her mouth just in time to stop the startled spurt of laughter. "Wait, that's what you heard when you arrived? What did you think? That I'd started some kind of university porn show?"

Throwing her head back, she began to laugh.

Groaning, he grabbed the spoons from her limp hands and took the ice cream tub to the bed where she'd collapsed in a fit of giggles. "No. Eat your ice cream, Hils. I brought your favourite movies too, in case you were studied out and needed to take a break."

She stuck her tongue out, seizing her prize and hugging it tight before leaning over to kiss his cheek, her lips like a hot brand against his cool skin. "Hey, I've been really good. I'm pacing myself, and I don't go to the library every night. But because you're here, I'm going to take the night off." She rolled over to grab her laptop - and he might have looked a little at how her leggings hugged her form - and then she set up the DVD he presented to her. "The Princess Bride? Tyson, you really know how to spoil a girl."

"I know how to spoil you, that's the important thing." It was nice to watch the way her face glowed when he told her those kinds of truths. Pulling her close, he kissed the top of her head, and rested his cheek against the silk of her hair as the movie began to play and a sick boy was visited by his grandfather.

"So how are classes going at the dojo? And how's everyone?" Hilary asked, prying off the lid and digging into her pistachio ice cream before offering it to him. It wasn't exactly Tyson's flavour of choice but it made her happy and she was going to taste of it anyway when he kissed her, so he wasn't going to turn away food. "Oh, mmm, god, Tala makes the best ice cream ever!"

Swallowing his own mouthful, he jerked a shoulder. "I sometimes wonder if I should be jealous of you and Ta-" He laughed as she elbowed him. "Pity you don't have a freezer so you could stock up on it." Just meant he'd have to visit her more often. "And as for classes, they've been good and everyone's well." It wasn't the same without her, though. "I've missed you Hils."

She pressed a cold kiss to his neck, then rubbed her nose against his jaw sending a shiver down his spine. He loved when she got affectionate with him. "Mmm, me too, Tyson. I've been feeling off all week and I know we've been talking through Skype and Facebook, but it's not the same. I've missed this. Can you stay?"

He nodded as on screen Westley went off to find his fortune, and caught her free hand in his, stroking his thumb over the length of her slim fingers. "Sure, Hils. And I've a tournament next weekend an hour from here, so I was thinking I could take you out for a meal after, then stay here for the weekend before heading back."

Hilary hummed softly in agreement. "We're not going to an all-you-can-eat place though. I want a proper restaurant. Oh, I can take you to that really nice one that recently opened. It looks really romantic."

"As you wish."

Hilary snorted and slapped halfheartedly at his stomach. "You're a dork, Tyson." She rested her cheek over his heart, setting aside the ice cream and smiling softly. "I love you too. I'm so pleased you're here."

AN. I'm sure there's something wrong with this but I just wanted to post something. I turn 30 this weekend, a big milestone that I'm not prepared for so instead, I took a break from writing Saving and SLTS, to write a little Ty/Hil stuff. Hopefully I'll find some prompts to keep myself writing this.