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♫⋆｡‧˚♡˚‧｡₊✩‧₊˚ Aug-kissed Week Two ♫⋆｡‧˚♡˚‧｡₊✩‧₊˚

| HAND KISS | TRAIL OF KISSES | GENTLE PECK

Pairing: TyHil from Beyblade | AO3 LINK

Event hosted by @aug-kissed | Post divider by @/cafekitsune

Hilary stared at her reflection in the mirror, surprised that it did not seem to show the exhaustion she felt in her bones. The night wasn't over yet, there was much to be done before she could successfully claim that she had managed to organize the most impromptu wedding reception of all time, but her efforts were starting to catch up with the rest of her body. Making sure that her bangs were still affixed to the side and her make-up was still intact, Hilary patted both her cheeks lightly, motivating herself for the aftermath of the party that awaited her outside this restroom.

She'd always assumed that Kai and Charlie would get married secretly, but she hadn't predicted that the two would announce it randomly on a Wednesday morning in the group chat as if it was the most normal way to go about things. That happened a month ago, and the happy couple was perfectly okay throwing their entire friend circle and their own families into chaos, while Kai flew off to attend a series of meetings in Europe and Charlie took on an important case with a long trial in sight. They'd probably planned it as such, so everyone they knew could not coax them into celebrating the occasion.

But Hilary was nothing if not undeterred, so she took it upon herself to ambush the couple just as they'd done to them. Tyson was recruited to help with the task of course, it was easy to get him to swear to secrecy once she offered to cover some of his house chores for a while if the party was successfully managed.

At his suggestion, they even tested their friend group by floating various rumours to figure out who else would be capable of not letting Kai or Charlie find out what was happening behind the scenes. They'd meet up with their friends and let things slip like how Hilary was pregnant again or Tyson was cheating on her, and within a week they'd managed to loop in a few more people who knew how to hold their hold tongues well.

After that things were smooth sailing, and as always, there was never a dull moment when she worked with Tyson. He had his way of getting things done which was completely opposite from hers, but in the middle of all of the chaos he never missed the chance to make her laugh. She figured that Kai and Charlie had gotten a sniff of something brewing, considering how often Tyson parroted off Kai's credit card details for advance payments, but the couple decided not to interfere and pretty much accepted their fates when they were tricked into dress fittings a few days before the reception.

It all paid off in the end because tonight was the first time Hilary saw Charlie cry out of happiness. She understood that the two of them had probably wanted to avoid the hassle of planning an event like this, but what Kai and Charlie didn't realise was that the people who cared for them didn't need a fancy ceremony, just the chance to be able to share a part of their happiness.

It was a small affair, with only the closest of the friends and family invited, but that still filled up the restaurant they'd booked out for the day to the brim. It was the same restaurant Kai and Charlie had their first date at, and the one where Kai proposed, which they'd managed to secure thanks to Kai's habit of pointing it out to Tyson if they ever passed by that area, urging him to take Hilary to such refined restaurants instead of the dingy ramen shops or izakayas they usually frequented.

There were a lot of toasts given throughout the evening, which is what had Charlie feeling so emotional and the tipping point was when Hilary invited the couple to share their first dance. After Kai and Charlie had inaugurated the dance floor, all the other guests followed in their footsteps.

Everyone except Hilary.

There was just so much to take care of still, she needed to make sure that the band would stick to the selected songs, and she needed to check if the meal course was coming out as per the schedule. She had to collect the gifts from the latecomers and place them in the correct location, she had to hand over the party favours to those left early and help coordinate with the valet. The alcohol being served needed to be monitored, and the wedding cake needed to be protected from any drunk dancing mishaps. Once in a while, she needed to call and check in with her mother who was babysitting Toshi. Every moment of her night was accounted for on her trusty clipboard, even the time she took to breathe.

It was only after the last of the guests had said their goodbyes, after she had convinced Kai and Charlie that their presence was not required for taking care of the cleanup, though she did gratefully accept their cards, after all the final payments had been settled with the restaurant and the gifts to be delivered to the couple's home had been loaded in the truck, did Hilary manage the chance to sneak into the restroom for a respite.

However, even that could not last long since the restaurant manager had told her that while the staff would perform the final sweep, she still needed to make sure none of the guest's stuff was left behind. With a final look in the mirror, she stepped out to return to the front of the restaurant, getting ready to conduct a thorough search under every table but was surprised to find the whole place empty and dark.

The decorations they'd hung were taken down and kept neatly in a box, the chairs had been arranged on top of the tables, the floor looked like it had been freshly mopped and the entrance of the restaurant had a padlock hanging along its door handles. Just how long had she dazed out in the restroom, Hilary thought, panicking slightly as her eyes started to adjust to the lack of lighting.

"I tipped the restaurant staff so they helped with cleaning up," Tyson's voice rang out from some corner of the room. Hilary darted her head around but she couldn't see him anywhere. A minute later his head poked up from under one of the tables, after he pulled himself up he dangled the item in his hand for her to see, "Max's phone. Bet he doesn't even know he left it behind."

"Tyson-"

"You are the best husband of all time!" He grinned at her as he walked up to her, slipping the phone in one of his coat pockets, before he took off the coat altogether. Loosening his tie with a sigh of relief, he came to a stop right in front of her, leaving little space between them, "Are you feeling okay? I feel like you went overboard tonight, even by Hilary standards."

"I'm-" Hilary started to speak, getting ready to reassure him that she was fine and that they should load up all the decorations and left-behind items in their car right now instead of collecting them in the morning tomorrow. But then she met Tyson's gaze, while the smile on his lips was playful, his eyes were laced with concern so she decided not to lie to him. "I'm exhausted, actually," Hilary whispered as she leaned forward to rest her head on his chest, feeling comforted by the drumming of his heartbeat.

"Thought as much," Tyson said, patting her head, "I want to head home and crash too but…"

She forced herself to look up at him when he trailed off, feeling the panic from earlier return to her at the hint of sadness she detected in his voice, "But what?" She asked quietly, praying that she hadn't forgotten to finish some major task which could land them in trouble.

He tilted his head down, landing his forehead on top of hers as he gave her a solemn smile, one that was so unlike him, "But you didn't dance with me even once tonight."

Hilary blinked as she tried to retrace her steps, surely she had not turned down Tyson's invitation to dance while in a rush? She realised slowly, that he was right, she'd told him on many occasions that she would finish the next task and join him on the dance floor but something or the other kept her busy.

Even if she had ended up missing out on spending time with him tonight, she was glad that he never backed down from reminding her of these little things that made them feel like they were kids falling in love for the first time all over again. Hilary managed to lift one hand and rest it on his cheek, now craving the feeling of being in Tyson’s arms as her favourite song played loudly around them. After a few minutes, Tyson took her hand and brought it to his lips, washing the tiredness from her bones away with just a light kiss.

She met his eyes, hoping to thank him but he instantly gestured towards the dance floor with a slight tilt of his head, making Hilary frown in confusion, "There's no music," she pointed out flatly, but her logic was lost on Tyson as his mind was already made.

He took a step back and bent down on his knees, running a hand across her calf, he stopped right above her ankle, holding onto her firmly before he used his other hand to untuck the strap of her heels and pull the shoe off, repeating the same process for her other foot. Hilary’s hands had automatically shifted to lean on his shoulders for support so when Tyson stood, up he grabbed them and brought them back to her side as he passed her a wink.

“To dance with you, my love, I don't even need a roof on my head or the ground below my feet."

Hilary blushed at his declaration, she wanted to tell him that his statement didn’t make any sense but it was difficult for her to find the right words when he lifted one of her hands and kissed it again, and then again, leaving a trail of kisses across the length of her arm and then shoulder, nibbling at her neck to make her shudder before he left a gentle peck on her cheek, tugging at her to follow him to the centre of the room, to which she obliged.

It was odd how they were so in sync even without a tune or a beat, Tyson took the lead and Hilary matched her steps to him. While the silence seemed to fall upon their ears the loudest, slowly other sounds started to seep in, the taps that Tyson’s shoes made against the wooden floor, the occasional car that honked and sped past on the road outside, shutters of shops being lifted or dragged down, the occasional bird chirping, Tyson’s heartbeat drumming rhythmically, her own breath escaping her lips sharply, it all merged together in Hilary's mind to become a melody that was meant to be experienced, to be lived in the present. It was the kind of song that she knew she’d never get to hear again so she closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in the moment, feeling only Tyson’s warmth and the subtle music.

She didn’t know how much time had passed since the two started dancing but when she finally lifted her head from Tyson’s shoulders and opened her eyes to look up at him, he was watching her with a proud smile on his face. Her hands slid up from his shoulders to loop around his neck as his hold on her waist tightened and he pulled her closer towards him, their dancing now reduced to a slow and steady swaying.

“You did a great job today, Hils,” Tyson said, leaning down to rub his nose against hers, “Kai and Charlie are lucky to have you as a friend.”

“And you,” she whispered in response.

“Well to be fair, I wouldn’t have done half the things I did had it not been you who was giving the orders,” he said, the smile now transformed into a cheeky grin.

“Don’t try and pretend you don’t care about Kai’s feelings in front of me, Tyson.” Hilary bumped her forehead to his lightly, teasing him with a smirk of her own.

“I just hope they’re not expecting a real wedding gift from us after all this,” Tyson mumbled with a grumpy pout on his lips, changing the topic quickly before Hilary could force him to admit that he was truly happy for Kai today out loud.

“I did hire an artist to make a live painting of their first dance,” she said, deciding to let him off the hook just this once on account of how cute he looked when he was embarrassed, “So I’m sure they’ll not want for anything more.”

“You really do think of everything.” Tyson raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Just one of my many charms.” Hilary smiled, turning up her nose smugly to make them both burst out laughing.

“Don’t I know it.”

Tyson managed to capture her lips in a kiss in between laughs, and it was only when they lost themselves to the kiss did they finally stop dancing. Tyson went on to wrap one arm around her waist loosely as he put a little bit of distance between their bodies so he could use his other hand to caress her belly, letting his palm linger on her abdomen when they broke apart from the kiss.

“But you keeping so busy tonight had its own benefits,” he said, his dark eyes twinkling with newfound excitement.

“Oh god, Charlie is definitely suspicious!” Hilary shook her head, sighing with relief over being able to talk about this freely, “The number of times she offered me drinks tonight- I can’t even. I’m just so glad you were around to take care of them.”

“Max did see me with two glasses in my hand more than once,” Tyson chuckled, “but he was too drunk to make note of it. I think we’re safe for another month or so,” he said, patting her belly lightly while his lips spread wide in a grin without effort, “We should let the happy couple enjoy their spotlight for a little while longer.”

“You’re surprisingly sober for someone who’s been drinking enough for two people,” Hilary tilted her head as she pursed her lips together, resisting the urge to lean in and kiss him again.

“Yeah, cleaning up and settling the bills after a party will do that to a guy.” Tyson deadpanned as she giggled at his response.

“I called your Mom by the way,” Tyson said, releasing her from his grip he walked towards where they’d left her heels, picking them up, he turned around to face her and spread his arms in front of him. With a beaming look on his face, he added, “She said it’s okay if we pick up Toshi in the morning. Wanna go for a drive?”

Hilary didn’t need any instruction to figure out what she needed to do. She made her way towards Tyson, almost skipping ahead like an excited schoolgirl before she happily jumped into his arms, throwing her own around his neck for support as he balanced her into a comfortable position in his hold. Looking up at him, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling a million different things in her chest as her heart picked up pace without a warning, with shining eyes that warned of happy tears falling down any minute, she asked him almost breathlessly, “Where to?”

“Do we need a destination?” Tyson mused as he began to walk towards the back exit of the restaurant, not sparing a single glance in the direction of all the things that still needed to be taken care of, leaving them behind to become a problem for another day.

“No, I suppose we never do.”

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