A/n: Another one from the prompt requests pile, written for 'kiss pressed to the neck' and 'coming back for another kiss'.

Writing and then re-reading this a few times made me realise just how much I love writing married couple TyHil.

Hope you like this fluffy piece!

Tale 34

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She cupped the warm mug in her hands and lifted it towards her lips, taking a whiff of the pleasing, freshly brewed coffee scent before she took a slow sip. Hilary sat alone at the kitchen counter, basking in the silence surrounding her this early morning hour. From the small window above the sink, blue light flitted in signalling the peak of dawn, making the otherwise dimly lit space slightly brighter. This was slowly becoming her favourite time of the day, those few minutes of calm and quiet she had to herself before her day started for real when her husband returned from his morning run and the kids woke up. Usually, she used this time for self-reflection, or sometimes there would be work left from the previous day but mostly, Hilary spent this time spacing out, not thinking too much and just enjoying the moment.

Today was one of those days where Hilary didn't have anything on her mind. She sipped her coffee carefully with her eyes closed so she didn't end up paying attention to the time the kitchen clock was displaying. All was going well until she heard a rumbling sound coming from outside. She opened her eyes and craned her neck to look outside the kitchen window, the blue daylight had disappeared and the sky was speckled grey by dark clouds. Immediately her hand reached for her phone lying on the table face down, she needed to call and check in with Tyson. She hoped he hadn't gone up his usual slope route yet, especially if he hadn't carried a raincoat or an umbrella with him. Just as she unlocked the phone with a swipe of her finger, the door to the kitchen slid open and to her relief, Tyson, although looking disgruntled, entered stifling a tired yawn.

"I was about to call you."

"Yeah, I didn't get too far before I realised it was better to skip today."

"I see, I'm glad."

He didn't mirror her sentiments as he walked up to the refrigerator and pulled out some chilled water for himself. She could understand his frustration, just like Hilary enjoyed spending her mornings sitting quietly by herself, Tyson liked to spend them running, feeling limitless and free with his thoughts, like the wind. Having to give that up because of a change in weather would obviously put him in a bad mood, so she passed him a comforting smile when their eyes met from across the countertop. She felt like she had accomplished her goal when his shoulders relaxed and he shrugged casually when he put the water bottle back into the refrigerator. He made his way back to the door silently, almost exiting the kitchen without looking back at her. It was when he'd crossed into the hallway did he seem to realise that Hilary hadn't followed him, so he poked his head back in with a confused expression on his face.

"Aren't you coming back to bed?"

"I have to start cooking breakfast soon." Hilary pointed at the clock, setting her coffee mug down on the table, "Still have to pack the kids' lunches-"

"Just hand them some money today, they can fend for themselves once in a while." Tyson interrupted her as he leaned against the doorframe, already figuring out that this conversation might not go his way.

"Tyson, do you really think that your sons will not starve themselves to use that money to play games in an arcade instead?" Hilary raised a questioning eyebrow in his direction.

He held her gaze for a moment, contemplating a response before he sighed and shook his head, "Can't defend them there."

Hilary chuckled and rested her elbows on the countertop, smiling at him she said, "It's okay, you can head back without me. Get some more rest while you can, I'll come wake you in some time."

Tyson frowned at her, it didn't look like he was going to take no for an answer so easily. His running plans had already been foiled because of the weather, so if he couldn't even convince Hilary to come back with him and laze around for a while, he'd spend the rest of the day acting grumpy. She could see all these thoughts forming in his head as he stared her down from the doorway, but Hilary decided to stay seated. Logically it was the right thing to do. If she followed Tyson back to bed, then neither of them would feel like getting up for another hour or so and their kids would be very loudly displeased. At least one of them had to be up and about with the kids to make sure they got ready for school on time, today she'd let Tyson get some extra rest for a change and maybe tomorrow she'd allow herself to sleep in instead. In her head, it seemed like a perfect plan, but before she could explain this to Tyson, he'd already made up his mind to make her bend to his will.

In the time Hilary had spent lost in her trajectory of thoughts, Tyson had walked up behind her and was now wrapping his arms around her waist. She tried her best to not get distracted by his musky scent that now surrounded her and quickly picked up the mug to chug some coffee to keep her mind busy. Tyson wouldn't let her ignore him so easily however, so he rested his chin on her shoulder and nuzzled his nose against her cheek. She felt his hot breath brush against her chin and it took Hilary all her energy to keep her hands steady as she tried to keep the coffee mug down and not spill any of it on herself while doing so.

"Hils, come back to bed." Tyson whispered in her ear, "I swear I'll make it worth your time."

Her grip on the mug tightened as she bit her lips to keep a whimper from escaping. She wasn't at that age anymore where she could be so easily swayed by Tyson whispering sweetly to her, she had to do better than this.

"You know the kids could wake up any minute right?" Hilary cleared her throat loudly, swatting lightly at Tyson's arms around her waist to get him to let go of her.

"So?" He strengthened his hold on her, moving his nose down to her neck with his lips grazing against her collarbone, making her toes curl with pleasure.

"So? Do you want them to see us like this? Let go of me, now." She didn't like how squeaky her voice sounded but it had taken her all to get the words out as Tyson began to plant a flurry of kisses across her neck.

"I think they'll be happy to see that their parents are still very much in love."

She felt him smile against her skin as he uttered the word love, pressing his lips tightly against the most sensitive part of her neck. Hilary wanted to respond to him but she knew that her strong words would prove nothing now when her skin was already hot from his touch, the colour red rising from her neck to her face. Tyson must've felt her internally admit defeat as well, because he lifted his lips from her neck and then without a warning, his teeth sunk into her skin. Hilary couldn't have stopped the loud gasp that she let out under any circumstance, of course after all these years of togetherness, Tyson knew which buttons to press and how to press them well.

He leaned back and let go of her waist, with one free hand he cupped her chin and turned her face towards him, claiming her lips with his before she even had the chance to meet his eyes. Hilary too reached out with her hand, resting it on his cheek as he leaned into her, deepening the kiss. She didn't need to keep her eyes on him to know what was coming next. With his other hand slipping under her thighs, Hilary realised that he was getting ready to scoop her into his arms and carry her back to their room. She didn't have any fight left in her however, in fact, if she was being honest, she was looking forward to being lifted off her feet with Tyson's strong arms holding her close.

Only a miracle could break them apart now, or a disaster as Tyson would prefer to call it, and it arrived in the form of a loud thud that reverberated through the wooden hallways of their house. Immediately Hilary pulled herself away from Tyson's grasp, her eyes darting to the kitchen door to check if one of their kids had caught them, but thankfully the two were still alone. She wished she could just see through the walls because that would mean not having to leave Tyson's warmth behind as she went to check where that noise had come from.

When she faced Tyson again, Hilary almost let out a surprised gasp. A dark shadow was cast upon his brown eyes as he stared at her, his face filled with a burning urgency as if to say that it wasn't yet time for him to give her up, that he could still have her all to himself for a little while more, that he didn't need to share her with anyone, not even their kids until the sun began to rise from the east.

Hilary would have considered herself too cruel to deny him the pleasure after looking at that face. So without a second thought, she leaned towards him, eyes fluttering to a close as both her hands found his cheeks and grasped them, pulling his face closer so he could meet her halfway as she went back in for another kiss. This time there was no resistance from either side, no test to see who will triumph in making the other's heart sway. They gave themselves to each other without inhibitions, without a doubt, without any care for right or wrong.

Once she allowed herself to melt in Tyson's arms, Hilary lost all control over her surroundings. She didn't realise when Tyson carried her back to their room, when he settled her comfortably in bed or when she fell asleep. All she remembered was his lips grazing against her skin, his hands caressing her face, and his body pressed tightly against hers as he lifted the covers above their heads...

By the time she came to her senses, Hilary was sitting alone in their bed with sunlight pouring into their room in full force. Her groggy eyes looked around the room for signs of Tyson but she found none, instead, she caught sight of their bedside clock where the time displayed sent her into a frenzy. It was already half past noon, just how long had she slept off for?

She jumped out of bed and ran out of their room but once she was in the hallway, she realised that the house was too quiet. She walked around slowly, peeking into the rooms of her kids on the way to the living room, only to find them empty, however, their beds were made perfectly. The living room was empty too, though a careful observation showed her that the mess of toys and books her kids had left around the couch the previous night had been tidied and the floor had been vacuumed. Hilary quickly moved onto the kitchen, now understanding that the kids must have already left for school. When she slid open the door, the first thing that caught her eye was a plate left on the countertop. She walked up to it and saw that some oddly shaped pancakes were placed on it, securely covered by cling film. On top of the plastic was a post-it note which read, 'Rest well, Mom' and was signed by all four of her kids.

Hilary placed a hand on her chest, smiling widely to herself as she carefully removed the note and unwrapped the plate to get a taste of the breakfast her family had probably cooked for her together.

To think that she'd planned to give Tyson the day off, instead, he'd managed to beat her at her own game.

Once a champion, always a champion.

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A/n: The noise was Natsu falling from the top bunk bed hehehe. But isn't Tyson just the best? Walking green flag material, best husband award winner for 100 years straight. Thank you for reading, reviews are always appreciated!