The Love I Feel For You!

by StarFirefly_22

Summary:

Oneshots of Physical and Verbal ways Poppy and Branch shows affection for one another.

Chapter 1

1. Intertwining Their Hands
2. Rubbing their Back/Side
3. Slow Dancing Together
4. Lying Between their Legs
5. Talking about Them to Friends and family
6. Sharing Laughs Together
7. Giving Them Random Little Compliments
8. Building their Confidence
9. Wrapping arms around their waist
10. Playful Kissing
11. Gripping at their shirt
12. Smiling at each other From Across the Room
13. Calling them Nicknames
14. Sharing an Umbrella
15. Sharing a Milkshake
16. Smiling while Kissing
17. Surprise Date
18. Giving Head Scratches
19. Making Food they like
20. Singing to Them
21. Going to bed Together
22. Putting a blanket on them
23. Not letting them go
24. Seducing Them
25. Baking Together
26. Massaging Them
27. Laying a Hand On the others Leg

I saw this on Tumblr and thought it would be fun so I'm definitely going to be writing this!!! I hope you guys enjoy this!!!

Chapter 2: Hands Intertwined

Summary:

Poppy came to the realization that she loves Branch's Hands.

They're holding hands when she realizes it.

She loves his hands.

She really, really loves Branch's hands.

When they're holding hands, just like they are now, and hers just seems to be swallowed by his. It's one of the best feelings in the world being connected with him by him and his amazing hands.

And then there are his fingers. Branch's fingers give her the chills if Poppy stares at them long enough she realized how small her hands are compared to his. He's always telling her how much he loves her small hands making her feel

Poppy doesn't even have to look when she feels Branch's hand slide into hers because she feels the callouses and she just knows.

But probably one of her favorite reasons she loves his hands is when he cradles her face while he kisses her.

Branch doesn't do it often, as sad as Poppy is to admit that, but when he does she feels so safe and protected and it's one of those feelings she never realized she needed until they started dating.

The first time Branch does it, he tells her he loves her.

Poppy freaks out a little, but she's never been told that before and she's just been told 'I love you' by her best friend in a non-platonic way and the words 'I love you' are scary enough as it is.

So of course, in true Poppy fashion, she begins to babble on, and she's pretty sure she says I love you back, but all of a sudden Branch's hands are on either side of her face and she's being kissed senseless.

She feels the callouses rubbing her cheek and she smiles against his lips.

Poppy kisses back for all she's worth, the fact that she can hear them announcing that his their food order is ready was not helping.

When they pull away, which Poppy was happy he finally did because she was getting a little lightheaded there for a moment, Branch still holds her face in his hands and looks down at her, the height difference apparent in this moment. Branch sets his forehead on hers as they try to catch their breath and they announce the final call for their food that they ordered.

"I love you." Branch says before leaning down to kiss her one more time. Branch pulls away and when his hands drop from her face she feels like her body temperature drops two degrees.

He starts to walk away at that point and Poppy stands there in shock for a moment before running after him, grabbing his hand.

Branch turns and Poppy stands on her tiptoes to peck his lips one more time.

"I love you too." Poppy whispers. Branch's face lights up like it did when she had just told him she loves him back for the first time ever.

He kisses her once more before peeling away from her and running towards the stand where their food was waiting.

Branch turns and waves to her as the worker gives him the tray of food and she waves back watching him.

It turns out Poppy finds that most of the time Branch does it to make her stop talking, and it should make her angry but it's just one of those things that she loves about Branch.

Him and those beautifully amazing hands.

Chapter 3: Surprise Date

Summary:

Branch surprises Poppy with a secret Picnic Date.

Branch had been acting suspiciously all week long. The teal blue troll kept telling Poppy that he had a surprise planned for her, but wouldn't give her any hints as to what it could be. Poppy tried to get it out of him, but Branch just wouldn't budge.

One day, Branch blindfolded Poppy and took her on a walk. Poppy had no idea where they were headed, but she knew that Branch would never put them in any danger. After what felt like hours, the couple finally arrived at their destination. When Branch took off her blindfold, Poppy was standing in front of a beautiful park.

"Surprise! I've organised a secret picnic date for us," Branch said with a grin.

Poppy was in awe. The park was filled with beautiful flowers, and the sun was shining. There was a picnic blanket laid out with all of Poppy's favourite foods. They sat down and started talking about everything under the sun. It was a perfect day, and I couldn't believe that Branch had gone through so much effort to make it happen.

As the sun began to set, the couple lay down on the picnic blanket, looking up at the sky. Branch took Poppy's hand and looked her in the eyes.

"I wanted to do something special for you, because I love you so much," Branch said.

Poppy felt her heart melt. She knew that she loved him too. They kissed as the sun set behind us, and it was a moment that both would never ever forget.

Branch had truly outdone himself with this picnic date. It was the perfect way to spend a day with the person she loved the most.

Chapter 4: Making Food They Like

Summary:

Poppy and Branch debate on which one of them is making breakfast.

It was 9 in the morning. Poppy was sitting at the table, at their small but cozy kitchen holding a hot cup of coffee that she was preparing for Branch for the new day. Lost in her mind The pop queen didn't noticed Branch entering the kitchen and kissing her on the top of her head.

- "Good morning sunshine" – Branch said kindly.

Poppy flinched from surprise almost spilling coffee on herself.

- "God, Branch, you scared me" - Poppy laughed.

- Again making plans to prepare a party and did not notice my presence? - Branch joked sitting down on the chair opposite you.

- Mmm… actually thinking about what delicious pancakes you make,” The Pop Queen smiled innocently at him, - how about breakfast? - Poppy asked, placing her hands under her chin and biting her lip.

Branch frowned but there was an overwhelming mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"As far as I remember"...Branch said tapping his index finger on his lower lip, "it's your turn today" .

But he could not finish the sentence Branch started as Poppy quickly got up from her seat and sat on his knees kissing him tenderly on such inviting lips. It was a slow and sensual kiss. Branch's hands moved to Poppy's waist and he pulled her closer to him. Poppy grabbed Branch's hair with one hand and tilted his head to the right while her lips moved to his neck kissing and nibbling gently.

"It…will not… work….,” Branch said with a low voice almost breathless.

- Mmm,- Poppy mumbled into his neck while she pressed her hips closer to Branch's groin and bit his earlobe, - please for me-, Poppy whispered languidly.

"On the other hand" ..., said Branch huddling voice but again she did not let him finish, and drew him in a passionate kiss from which they both soon be out of air in the lungs.

" You're impossible," Branch whispered and pressed his forehead against hers.

"And I'm all yours," Poppy whispered in response, also trying to regain her breathing and heart palpitations.

" Mine" Branch said confidently once again quickly kissing Poppy on the lips, - so, pancakes with what syrup do you want?, - Branch asked, smiling radiantly, to which Poppy laughed happily.

Chapter 5: Going to Bed Together

Summary:

The first time they've slept together it was really awkward but it was something that they could get used to.

The silence in the room was almost deafening. The only sounds heard was the gentle and occasional rustle of the covers and the sniffs and sighs of the occupants settling out for the night. There had been a time when Poppy had dreamed of this happening, however, in her daydreams and night dreams, there had been a lot more going on. That wasn’t to say lying curled up on her left side, facing away from her bed partner while he lay flat on his back wasn’t pleasant, she had just dreamed of more.

Branch sighed again. Poppy felt him turn his head to look at her back before turning back to stare at the ceiling. When she first came over, she didn’t know what to expect. He had been to her home on occasion to hang out with her and to think, but usually he took up residence on the couch as she would scrapbook away. But Branch had never come into her bed.

Yet three days after getting comfortable with each other in their new romantic relationship personally, the sofa had stopped being comfortable and he had lain down beside her that night. Poppy shifted slightly, her foot bumping into his leg as she did.

"Sorry," The Pop Queen whispered to her boyfriend, jerking her foot back.

Branch just grunted in response.

Poppy pulled the blanket up to her chin and sighed, settling out. Slowly, and not even realizing it, she matched her breathing to his as she fell asleep.

Poppy woke up slowly. She stretched as she rolled onto her back. It was then she realized there was an arm around her waist and a firm body now pressed against her side. Freezing, her arms above her head, Poppy looked to her right and felt her breath hitch in her throat. Branch looked so much lighter and less intense when he was asleep. His curls were in disarray and lines from the pillow case on his cheek. Poppy didn’t know when he had fallen asleep nor when he had reached for her, pulling her close against him during the night but as she took in his sleeping form, she realized she didn’t quite care.

Slowly Poppy lowered her arms, one hand coming to rest at her side, the other at his wrist. The contact made him jump slightly, his eyes opening blearily to stare at her with those blue eyes. Poppy bit her lip and mouthed a “sorry” to him, before making to pull away. But Branch tightened his grip on her waist. Poppy relaxed slightly. As awkward as waking up had been, perhaps it wasn’t all bad.

Chapter 6: Lying Between Their Legs

Summary:

Branch gets a little wild between Poppy's legs.

Branch doesn't like to admit it aloud but he knows he turns feral when it comes to eating Poppy's pussy. Or ass. Really, he's a huge oral fan in general.

There's times where he's content with just going down on Poppy whilst she's preoccupied with another task. He loves the thought of Poppy trying her best to focus while he's got his mouth on her.

So, when Poppy confesses she's in the mood to have him eat her out, he's all smiles because he knows it's going to be a good time for both of them.

Doesn't give a damn what she weighs, he'll ask if he can pick her up and sit her on his shoulders so he can eat her pussy while he's standing. When Branch has permission, it doesn't even matter if she has to work that day, he'll convince Poppy to have a personal day off. Says he has to "do it properly" or something of the like.

He'll allow the two of you them go about her day together as the two of them normally would. It's not till the two of them have some downtime around noon when Branch finally makes his move. He immediately asks Poppy to undress and she oblige, getting fully nude for him before Branch beckons her over.

The moment Poppy's close enough to grab, Branch's hands are on her. Pulling Poppy closer so Branch could then slide his hands down to the back of her thighs, just below the curvature of her ass. With a cheeky grin on his face, Branch was then making his wife squeal in surprise as Branch suddenly hoisted Poppy up into his arms. Lifting her up until she had no choice but to sling her legs over Branch's shoulders for just the slightest sense of stability. Even more so as Branch leans Poppy towards the wall for her back to rest against.

"Doin' alright, Poppy?"

The Pop Queen nodded down at her husband in acknowledgement, reassuring Branch right as she saw his head disappear between her spread legs. Immediately feeling the sensation of his tongue swiping along the length of Poppy's opening, The female troll released a keening moan. Her hips working back and forth against Branch's face as she tried to chase that pleasurable sensation. Thankfully, Branch didn't seem to mind one bit, grinning for a second before returning to the task at hand.

His hands splayed across the globes of Poppy's ass cheeks as Branch literally dug in, wiggling his face as he worked his mouth deeper into Poppy. His wet and warm tongue wiggling forth till Branch was teasing Poppy's entrance for a few moments - causing the pop queen to huff and breathe harder than before - before pulling back. Placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along herr puffy cunt till he reached her clitoris.

Gazing up at Poppy with warm blue eyes, Branch made sure Poppy was looking at him the moment he sealed his lips around Poppy's swelling bug. Sucking the hypersensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth as spikes of pleasure rolled up from Poppy's groin to deep within her belly. Twisting that familiar knot within her tighter as her head fell back against the wall. Poppy's eyes drifting shut and mouth falling open in a silent cry as Branch worked her over with his far-too-talented mouth.

His name along with a few cries and pants fell out of Poppy's mouth over and over till her mouth felt dry. Beads of sweat matting her hair to her forehead and the rest rolling along to soak into the roots at her scalp.

The ecstasy Branch was causing Poppy to feel had her literally hot and bothered as she squirmed and ground her pussy against his face. Poppy's thighs threatened to clamp down on both sides of his head as he ate her out vigorously. Moaning and grunting against Poppy's flesh as his mouth drifted away, giving her clit a break so Branch could leisurely work his tongue in and out of Poppy's fluttering core. Pulling his dripping tongue away just to introduce his fingers to her opening.

Poppy had been far too gone to really feel his hand leaving her ass so he could push his index and middle finger into her.

Branch's calloused fingertips wriggled forth till Branch was sinking into the second knuckle of both digits. Taking personal delight in the way Poppy writhed and cried out for more from him. Watching Poppy lose herself in her own pleasure just before Branch moved his soaked mouth back down to her clit, laving his tongue back and forth quickly and repeatedly till Poppy was gasping and crying out that she could barely take it anymore. Grunting and practically growling against her as Branch works Poppy over till she's squirting against his face.

Branch gladly goes down on Poppy till he knows his wife’s struggles walking correctly the next day with how spent Poppy's muscles are.

Chapter 7: Playful Kisses

Summary:

Branch knows how much Poppy enjoys his kisses and is more than happy to kiss her.

“Branchifer...” Poppy sighed out quietly, her voice carried away by the whisper of a light breeze that swept through the bedroom of their shared home.

Poppy currently was leaning with her back against Branch's chest, the back of her head resting on his shoulder as he laid a sweet kiss right below her ear, his arms tightening around Poppy's waist in reaction to hearing his name.

Branch is silent, as he typically is, preferring his body to act instead. Branch lazily dragging his lips down the side of Poppy's neck before settling over a spot that he often kisses first, then runs his tongue over in a way that makes her toes curl and her body shiver with delight.

Branch grazed the spot with his teeth for a brief moment before returning to simply planting kisses over any skin he could reach, content with just this much she figures and Poppy smiles. Unconsciously, Poppy leans her head away to give Branch all the access he desired and took his hands in hers, curling her fingers over his.

They were settled on the roof of the their pod, the sky dark and filled with the moon and her dreams. They had been silently enjoying each other’s company prior to this, having idle chatter and their gazes cast to the stars when Poppy made a comment on the night being chilly. Branch curiously turned his gaze to her, the action in turn making her do the same. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes that appeared and disappeared in the same second before the teal blue troll pulled her into his lap, and, well, here they were. But Poppy wasn’t complaining. It wasn’t every day that Branch was as open and affectionate as he’s being now, and she’d be a liar if she said she wasn’t relishing every second of it.

Poppy may be enjoying it a bit too much, though, because a minute later the pop queen lets out a surprised noise when Branch finds a particularly sensitive spot on her neck and bites down roughly. Poppy's eyes shot open wide, a flush blooming over her cheeks and down her nape at the action. Branch is resting his cheek on her shoulder the next moment as she turns her head to face him, pouting, “Not Cool.”

Branch lets out a low chuckle, “You were distracted. I helped.”

The Pop Queen lets out a huff of air, “I was thinking of you.”

When Branch doesn’t say anything, she continues quietly, “I-I was thinking of how much I liked this. The attention and—your kisses.”

Branch stays quiet and she’s furrowing her brow, wishing she could see the look on his face to know what he was thinking but from the unusual angle Poppy couldn’t see much past his hair. The butterflies that were floating around in her belly were replaced with slight dread and a bit of fear that she’s gone and said something embarrassing. Poppy's biting her lip, feeling her whole body warm and suddenly tense with awkwardness.

Poppy opens her mouth to say something, but it’s as if Branch really understands her panic or feels how rigid she’s become because his lips are on her cheek an eternity later. Poppy feels his hand leave hers to grab her chin, he’s turning her head to meet his and his lips are on hers a moment later. Everything Poppy was thinking of is suddenly gone, washed away the moment Branch's mouth met hers, soft and patient until she began to respond.

Branch's hand moves to the back of Poppy's head as his kiss begins to grow more urgent, the kiss turning needier, his lips hungrier against hers and in turn Poppy reciprocates. She’s shifted against him, her body now facing his with her hands on his chest—wanting to be as close as possible as Branch started kissing her roughly. It must have been a while later when Branch finally pulls back, a noise of dissatisfaction leaving Poppy before realizing he pulled back for her sake as she hears herself quietly panting.

Poppy's mind felt fuzzy and foggy, but she’s unsure if it was from the senseless kissing or from the lack of air. She finds that she doesn’t care though as Branch's nips at her bottom lip before kissing her sweetly for a moment more, finally wrapping his arms back around Poppy's waist again.

Poppy is left at odds, mind blown over what just occurred but not minding the aftermath of it all either.

“Did you also like that kiss?” Branch asks, his tone teasing as his fingers stroke Poppy's waist endearingly.

Poppy stiffens, feeling her ears warm at his question. “Yes, well, that was quite nice.” Poppy replies quietly, unable to say much of anything else for the time being and he’s aware by the sound of his quiet laugh.

Chapter 8: Wrapping Arms around Their Waist

Summary:

Poppy is on a mission to distracted Branch while he's trying to make Breakfast for them. And it works.

Branch almost started, nearly losing the egg he was flipping, when Poppy's arms came around him from behind. She just stood there, and Branch relaxed again, flipping eggs, turning pancakes, considering how his addition of cinnamon and sprinkles would taste when the pancakes were done. Poppy just grumbled, and he smiled. Poppy hadn’t had her sugar yet.

Poppy moved away to his side, leaning into his arm. Branch snuck a peek, and she had her eyes closed. Branch leaned over and kissed her forehead. She smiled, still with her eyes closed, and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Sleep good?”

Poppy just muttered something unintelligible and he smiled again. “How many eggs and pancakes you want?”

Poppy shrugged as her response.

Branch reached for another couple of eggs and put his arm around Poppy's shoulders. He’d long since gotten good at cooking one-handed. He figured everything could wait a few seconds, and he slid them both to the left so Branch could get her Best Mother is mothering coffee mug out. Once he’d poured and doctored it, what little she liked, Branch lifted it to her nose, teasing her with the aroma.

The Pop Queen groaned and reached for it. He held it just out of reach and made her kiss him first.

“I’ll have the food ready in a minute just be patient darling.”

Poppy nodded and disappeared, probably for the living room.

Branch pulled out the glass pie plates. They were his plate of choice on the weekends - the edges kept everything neatly in place. Branch just loaded one with the pancakes and one with the eggs, added butter and syrup, and grabbed silverware. He crooked a finger in his coffee cup and headed for the living room. As he suspected, Poppy was lying across the love seat, eyes closed, coffee mug on her chest. Branch got everything situated and said, “Hey. You hungry?”

Barely even opening her eyes, the pop queen sat up, walked over, and plopped down sideways on his lap, curling her legs up in front of her. Branch got some eggs on the fork and brought it over. Poppy leaned forward, and he laughed. “You know I have to charge you.”

“I get everything for free as Queen and you know that.”

"Maybe I should start charging my wife then?"

"You're so annoying."

“You love me.”

“Whatever. I love eggs.” But Poppy tilted her face and kissed his cheek.

Branch fed her little by little, exacting a kiss of some sort with every bite. By the time they were done, Poppy had chocolate syrup on her chin, and she snaked her tongue out to get what she could reach. Branch tipped up her chin and sucked softly around her mouth, cleaning up thoroughly. He worked his way down her jaw.

“Hey. There’s no syrup down there.”

“Are you sure?” Branch smiled against her neck as he kept kissing her.

“Mmm. Maybe I was wrong.”

The raspy purr of her voice slid across his skin, awakening his senses to the promise inherent in their play.

Branch couldn’t really say if there was one way to make love to Poppy that he liked best, but the lazy loving on the weekends was without question in his top five. The Pop Queen let him take his time, pamper her, and he really enjoyed the slower pace. And he knew that she enjoyed it as well.

Chapter 9: Seducing Them

Summary:

Branch is in the mood and successfully wakes Poppy up with sex.

Poppy stirred from her peaceful sleep with a feeling of a pair of lips gently coaxing her awake. She hummed and press further into the warm body behind her.

"Good morning sweetheart." Branch kissed the words into her skin, his lips lazily mapping her neck while his hands slowly roamed to the front of her body.

"Morning." The Pop Queen arch her back in an attempt to stretch, Poppy's body still slightly sore with a pleasant ache between her legs, along with the feeling of Branch's cock still hard inside of her, like they didn't just spent most of the previous night fucking each other's brains out, "Why do you like that so much?"

Branch hummed in question, his hands cupping Poppy's breasts.

"You like being inside." The Pop Queen clenched her pussy around him to emphasize her point. Branch's hips gave a little jolt in response.

"You're nice and warm. You rake me so well, darling. I can't help myself. I always want to feel you." Branch rolls her nipples between his fingers, "And it makes it easier to do this if I'm already inside of you, don't you think?" His hips start to roll forward slowly, sliding his cock in and out.

Poppy tilts her head, Branch's blue eyes meeting her own, reflecting lust, love and longing. "You... always did... love to... fuck... to plan ahead." Poppy can barely get her words out, with every thrust of Branch's cock sending liquid pleasure spreading all over her body.

"So you admit that I'm right?" Poppy can just feel his smug grin against her soft pink skin.

Poppy smile and rolls her eyes at her husband’s antics, "Fine. Yes. Now... would you just..." Poppy's words became a loud needy moan as she felt Branch's fingers rolling and pressing over her sensitive clit.

"Would I what? Ask me nicely, darling. Otherwise..." She feels Branch's cock slide in hard and deep, before going back to its slow and gentle pace. It was so frustrating, he was so frustrating. "How can I know what you want from me?"

Branch knew damn well what she wanted him to continue. And as if Poppy's moans weren't clear enough, the desperate way her pussy clung onto his cock when ever he would slide it out should have been more than sufficient.

She angles her arm back, tangling it into Branch's hair and giving it a sharp tug, hearing him groan and hiss, "Branch , please..." The pop queen started to roll her hips into his, "I need you to fuck me hard. If you don't I think I might... oh cupcakes!"

Branch's hand made its way towards Poppy's leg, caressing her thigh briefly before lifting her leg up so he would have a better angle. As soon as that happened Branch started going faster, his cock hitting her g-spot perfectly in the best place, his other hand sliding downward to spread her lips more, the heel of his hand providing slight pressure to her clit every time Poppy rolls her hips to meet him.

"That wasn't so hard now was it? You know I can ever deny you when you ask. I'm always gonna give you what you need."

"You could at least be... less smug about it."

"How can I when you feel so tight around me." Branch grunted with effect, his hips now moving at a snapping pace, "When you're so horny and dripping for me. Making such pretty sounds." A low whimper leaves her throat, "So pretty. You... you make me so happy. I want to..." Branch's cock twitches with need, his movements becoming more and more reckless, "I want to give you everything. Everything I have. Make you feel so good."

Poppy had a feeling he's talking about a lot more than just sex but at this state the pop queen couldn't bring herself to think about much else, even though it does make her heart give a happy flutter at his words. "Please." Poppy whimpered, her voice high pitched, needy, desperate for him. For his cock. His cum. "Branchifer, please. You... you make me feel good too. So fucking good. I love feeling you like this. Inside. Gah..." Poppy feels an all too familiar tugging, burning sensation. "I'm..."

"I know love. Do it." Branch's lips gaze her ear, "Come on my cock."

It happens in a matter of seconds. Poppy's whole body tensing as pleasure washes over her, her mind going blank, Branch keeping Poppy grounded as he fucks her through her orgasm, slower and slower, but still just as deep, his cock throbbing inside her.

"You hear that baby?" Branch kisses Poppy's neck, "The sound my cock makes when it slides back in? Dang Poppy you made it so wet." Even though Poppy just came her own pussy can't help but tighten at his words, "Can I do it inside? Fill you up with me cum? Do you want that darling?" Poppy can sense that he's holding himself back, waiting for an ok from her.

Poppy doesn't trust her mouth to form actual words right now so she nodded quickly, her hand going over his, pressing it further against her pussy.

Branch begins to grunt, his hips once again finding that rough, quick, almost lightning fast pace that Branch draws his guns with. His release hit like a hammer, muscles tensing as his unloaded his warm cum into Poppy. His lips kissed over her neck to stifle his groans, a few strands of his black hair falling over his forehead as both his arms now wrapped tightly around Poppy, keeping her very still that she couldn't move.

Poppy's hand traveled up to intertwine her fingers with his. Branch sighed contently when he felt Poppy lift his hand to her lips, gently kissing his fingertips.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of each others naked bodies as her vision and minds cleared from the post orgasmic haze she were just in.

When Poppy tried to turn around to face her husband, Branch's hands tightened. The Pop Queen chuckled, "I wanna see you."

Branch hummed, his lips leaving ghost-like kisses over her shoulder, "A few more minutes."

Poppy rolled her eyes, a dreamy smile spreading across her face as she relaxed into Branch's chest. A few more minutes it is then. She can live with that.

Chapter 10: Baking Together

Summary:

Poppy's just trying to bake Cookies but Branch just wanted something even better.

“Branchifer, come here and try these!” Poppy called out to her husband, smiling at his quick jog to the kitchen and the wink Branch throws at her.

“Hmm, these taste so good sweetheart,” Branch moans, biting into the perfectly melty chocolate chip cookie, the sound eliciting the dirtiest of thoughts in her head. Branch hadn’t always been so vocal, but once he saw the effect on her, that had of course changed. Case in point, she was here, clenching her thighs, swiftly turning around to hide the lust on her face.

Poppy doesn't feel him behind her until she bends over to place her clean trays in the oven, the skirt of her short dress lifting as Branch presses against her now dampening panties, the swell of his dick grinding against Poppy's core as his hands grasp onto her waist, steadying her.

“Cookies are good, Poppy, but I’d much prefer the taste of something sweeter, don’t ya think?”

Poppy lets out a gasp, biting her lips before she can whimper, eyes still inches from the oven.

“Yeah, I think you’re hiding something sweet from me, something so much sweeter than your cookies.”

Poppy tried to warble out a reply, but the next second he’s pulling her closer all the while pushing the trays in her hands into the oven and closing the door for her, oh so effortlessly, door closing once Branch ensures her a safe distance from the door.

“Is that what you’re doing, sweetheart? Keeping the sweetest treat away from me?”

“No, no, not hiding.” Poppy's cut short when Branch cups her barely covered pussy, a kiss on her neck when he pulls her up.

“Then what’s this, baby?” Branch's finger pushes aside the lace and he chuckles at Poppy's whine when he pushes his long digit into her.

“No - nothing-” Poppy's cut off once again when he bites her neck, another laugh on his lips when Poppy throws her head back, tears lining her eyes, her prettiest pout donned on Poppy's face.

“Then what is this sweetie?” the softness in Branch's mischievous eyes is almost too much to handle when he makes her taste herself.

“My pussy,” The Pop Queen started to answer.

“Oh yes, and you’ve been so bad, hiding daddy’s favorite treat from him, haven’t you?”

“But, but-”

Branch shushes her and bends with her a little, his arms reaching under Poppy's knees to lift her up, nose nuzzling hers. “You’re just going to have to make it up to me, gorgeous, now be good and let daddy have as much of his favorite treat as he can.”

Poppy tried to nod as he kisses her, walking while holding her to the little perch near the window, placing Poppy on her back gently, before roughly ripping her dress open, resuming his kissing while Branch starts playing with her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples. Branch slowly trails down his kisses sucking onto the spot on Poppy's neck that he had started to bruise minutes earlier, before slowly making his way to bite Poppy's pebbled nips, eyes meeting hers as Branch lays a couple kisses on both before going further down, precious kisses following the rough pull of Poppy's dress being torn to shreds.

The Pop Queen starts to struggle to remain still when Branch starts sucking on where her hip and the apex of her thighs meet, the feeling of him being so so very close to where Poppy's dying for his mouth to taste her yet so far from being in the grasps of heaven almost too much to bear. Branch finally feels sorry when he sees Poppy's curled-up hands, nails digging into her skin as she does her best to be good and not beg him and break one of his unspoken rules.

Branch descends upon Poppy's clothed pussy like a beast and licks across the expanse of it, chuckling when her hands take hold of his hair, his moving to hold tight on your hips. “Shhh baby, calm down sweetie,” Branch mumbles straight into Poppy's clit, his teeth dragging the lace away from her core.

Poppy tried to respond in assent, a deep breath breaks on her soft lips as Poppy sobs out when Branch starts in earnest licking and kissing and tasting her as if Branch was starving, his own moans joining hers.

Branch's hands run down Poppy's legs, helping them curl around his neck as Branch finally tears off the last of Poppy's lingerie. The teal blue troll bites down on Poppy's clit, just on the edge of too hard and too soft, his blue eyes meet Poppy's as he shakes his head in warning, the shockwaves to her pearl at his movement almost too much for Poppy to comprehend his movement, “Okay daddy,” Poppy sobbed, eyes starting to get blurry as she half sits up, doing her best to hold her resolve and not cum. Branch eventually lets go of Poppy's nub with a filthy kiss before licking down to her hole, teasing Poppy's entrance, before diving back deep.

“Branch,” The Pop Queen whined at her husband, Poppy grasped on him tightening when Branch looks up, the ferality in his eyes unrivaled by anything Poppy has seen him express when he was. Poppy feels him form patterns on her pussy, making out an B, marking her own pussy with his name full name; burning his essence onto her soul as Branch gets Poppy right to the brink of ecstasy. Poppy drawn forward as Branch holds onto her rump, all of his efforts gone towards the final push, Branch's nails digging deeper into Poppy's skin as her thighs holds Branch closer to her core, definitely cutting off his air. Branch bites down on Poppy one last time and she comes undone, violently erupting all over him.

A little while later Poppy's snuggled on the couch when she's able to open her eyes again, a cookie in his hand, a glass of water settled in front of her.

“Here, take a bite,” Branch orders Poppy, still covered with her, a sight that goes straight to her pussy again. Poppy moaned into her bite, and smile weakly as Branch cradles her face, cookie abandoned as he pulls her in. “Doesn’t this taste much better?” Branch asks, a glimpse at his cheeky smile all Poppy gets before they start kissing again.

Chapter 11: Massaging Them

Summary:

Poppy discovers that Branch gives really really good massages.

Poppy groaned into her pillow as she felt Branch's oiled hands working over the stiff muscles in her back. She loved the smell of the candles in the bathroom they had gotten for the weekend. She could feel his knowing hands working out the kinks in her back.

"Oh...!" Poppy moaned even louder as she felt a knot just release spectacularly. She then settled for just contented sighs as his hands worked their way further down. Branch's hands slide down her back down over one her buttocks and started working on her left leg. His hand slide down expertly started just below the swell of her buttock and worked his way slowly lower.

"I didn't know that you studied massage" Poppy probed in a sighing voice. "This is wonderful."

The teal troll chuckled lightly,' "Just a bit of reading and more practice."

"Oh and what else have you been practicing?"

"You'll find out."

"Oh, really?"

Rather than answering with words Branch slid his hand slowly up the Pop Queen's thigh just lightly caressing the insides of her thighs and gently brushing against her sex. Branch could feel how hot she was getting through his hands and thought how much he loved her and wanted to please her. 'You can learn a lot by reading' Branch whispered.

The Pop Queen let out a sigh of pure delight when he did that. "Oh I see, ' she sighed. She tried to press herself against the hands that were teasing her.

'Just wait.' Branch murmured and moved his hands lower down her legs. Sliding his hands down her thigh and then to her calf working the tenseness out of her muscles.. He then worked his way up her right leg starting at her calf and then to her thigh and then again to her inner thighs. He spent a little more time rubbing is fingers gently over her sex. Gently caressing with slight pressure, he could feel Poppy moisten as he worked his fingers over her.

The pink troll was groaning in pleasure as his fingers worked on her. She wanted him so badly. She then groaned in frustration as his fingers stopped. 'I was getting so close.'

"I know, just wait a bit."

Poppy then felt Branch straddle her, she could feel his hardness pressing against her sex, just sitting there teasing her. His hands then returned to massaging her back while she felt him throbbing against her sex. Branch leaned his body forward against her so Poppy could feel his chest pressing onto her back, his weight supported on his hands. His lips worked their way on her neck and ears gently kissing and licking.

"Please," the Pop Queen moaned…

"Soon," Branch whispered into her ear.

Branch then surprised her by getting off of her and then rolling her over onto her back.

Branch then positioned himself at her head with his knees to either side. He then gazed lovingly into Poppy's magenta eyes. He bent down for a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with hers in her mouth and then in his. The teal blue then moved his mouth along her jaw and down her neck, licking and sucking. He then straightened back up so that he could use his hands again.

Branch looked from her face down to her breasts and saw her nipples firm from her excitement. He started to slide his hands over her shoulders towards her breasts and felt they were getting dry, so he reached down and squeezed some more oil onto his hands, and then with a grin squirted some onto her chest.

'Oh that's a bit cold.' Poppy squeaked, and then thought 'I never squeak. Oh he is going to…' and the thought trailed off as his hands worked skillfully around her breasts. The Pop Queen felt her husband’s hands sliding around her breasts. And then they stopped and she felt him straighten up…'And you stopped why ?'

"I just wanted to admire the view for a moment.' He grinned back at her. "Your breasts are nice and shiny with oil, and your nipples are standing up so pink and hard. I just wanted to have the picture in my mind.." And then there was a little devilish glint in Branch's eyes, "You know us men are just so visually stimulated."

"Oh really," Poppy rolled her eyes as she moved her hand up quickly and reached for his hardness and grasped it gently and stroked it . "What about that ?" and then she stroked it again.

"Ok that too," Branch moaned. "Better let go now." When she didn't, "Please."

"Oh ok"

"Now where was I before you interrupted me." And looked mock thoughtful for a moment. "Oh I know…" and that's when Branch's hands started working on her breast again, circling slowly inwards to almost her nipples.

Poppy was moaning now while his hands ran around her breasts, she could feel his hands getting closer and closer to her sensitive nipples she closed her eyes and then felt his lips close around her nipple while the other was being fondled by his fingers. Poppy did not think they could get any harder, she soon thought she was wrong.

Poppy loved the feel of Branch's lips working on her breast and then he switched sides, gently sucking on the one while tugging gently on the one he had just been licking.

She then felt him shift and he was working his mouth down her stomach towards her sex while his hands caressed her sides.

He was enjoying the taste of his wife as he started licking his way down from her breasts and across her tight stomach. Branch paused just above her sex, breathing in the scent of Poppy's sex and excitement. Branch looked down his body posed above her, "Open your eyes and look up love."

The Pop Queen opened her eyes and saw Branch's hard cock posed just over her face. Poppy licked her lips and then gently kissed the head and licked off the excitement there. She heard him groan when she did that. Branch then lowered his hips so she would not have to strain in reaching him. Poppy took him into her mouth gently running her tongue around the shaft. She moaned at his next move.

Branch saw and felt what Poppy was doing to him and controlled himself with some difficulty. He then moved his hands under her buttocks and slowly moved his fingers towards her sex. Branch gently pulled it open and saw the pink wetness revealed to him and her erect clit at the top. He slowly lowered his mouth towards her clit, and blew across it gently.

Poppy moaned loudly around his shaft. She then moaned even louder when she felt one and then two fingers into her. She started to buck her hips when she felt Branch's lips encircle her clit and start to lick it. Poppy took her mouth off his cock and started to pant as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She could feel her muscles tensing and tensing and starting to clench on his fingers. And then Branch took them away…

Poppy moaned in frustration, and then in contentment when she felt his hard cock plunge into her soaking pussy. She came almost instantly.

Branch felt her tight pussy clench around his cock so that he could not move. He let Poppy moan and thrash through her orgasm. He hold his cock in her not moving until stopped thrashing her hips.

"Oh that was so good." The pop queen breathed at her husband, she then felt that he was still inside her and hard. "Oh my, more?"

"Oh yes," Branch then started to thrust into her already sensitive pussy, starting slowly, sliding out and then all the way back in with long hard thrusts.

Poppy could feel her excitement building yet again for another orgasm. He stopped and pulled out of her. Poppy groaned again, "Why did you stop?"

"I want you on you hands and knees." Branch leered at her..

Poppy just rolled over onto her knees, resting her head on her hands and a pillow.

Branch got behind her and slid in almost roughly, pulling her against him until her hips slapped against his. Branch slid slowly out and then quickly back in. Poppy felt him reach around with one hand and started to rub his fingers around on her clit. She felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasming again, this one was building to be even bigger than the first.

He kept sliding his cock in and out of her gradually building speed. He felt his own orgasm approaching and sped up, When he felt Poppy's muscles clenching on his cock he knew that was it and pulled her close in and came just as she screamed out her own orgasm.

The teal troll then collapsed next to Poppy on the bed and pulled her close to him and kissed her gently.

"Oh that was good Branchifer.' The pop queen propped her head on her hand, "So when can we do that again."

"How does the morning sound Poppifer?"

"I'm not going anywhere." The pop queen grinned at him.

Chapter 12: Midnight Swim

Summary:

Poppy and Branch sneak out for a midnight swim.

Poppy's lips curl into a soft carefree smile as she feels the small grains of sand under her bare feet. She will admit it has been awhile since she has come to the beach. Specifically this beach where her and Branch would go there for private dates.

"Nice night out," a deep soft voice muses out loud causing her to look at her fiance. Dress simply in his usual attire, and just like her he was also barefoot.

The Pop Queen nods in her head in agreement. The warm summer temperatures had drop when the sun went down. Cocking her head slightly backwards Poppy study the night sky.

"It is," Poppy agrees. "The full moon and stars are shinning. Not to mention I have a great and romantic fiance with me."

Poppy notices Branch curls his lips upwards at that remark, before softly but sincerely replying, "Well I have a beautiful and kind hearted fiance whom I love greatly."

"Enough to take a midnight swim with?" Poppy questions smiling almost seductively as she leans up to kiss him softly on the lips.

"Your going to swim in that?" Branch questions studying her short red dress. Poppy's smile grew even wider before moving taken off the blue garment revealing the white bikini she was wearing underneath before moving to the oceans shore.

"Are you coming?" Poppy questions cocking her head towards the teal troll. Branch nods before moving to take off his own clothing and join her in the cold ocean's waves.

He almost instantly wraps his strong arms around Poppy slightly petite form quickly taking off the top part of Poppy's bikini and tossing it towards the sand, before moving to press a soft but passionate kiss against Poppy's lips as the ocean's cold waves hit against their forms. They both agree that they should do this more often.

Chapter 13: Strip Scrabble

Summary:

Branch and Poppy play a game of strip scrabble.

“The person who scores the lowest number of points on each turn has to take something off.”

“Branch, you know I’m not good at this game. I’ll be naked before we even get halfway through the game,” The Pop Queen complained to her husband.

Wiggling his eyebrows, Branch grins with a sparkle in his blue eyes. “I know. I’ll go easy on you, Pops.”

“You mean, you’ll cheat less ?”

“I don’t cheat—”

“Muzjks is not a word!”

“It is, it’s of Russian origin.”

“Bear—”

“It means peasant—”

“You think you’re so smart.”

The teal blue troll continues, unfazed by Poppy's interruption, “Or country person. It’s an insult.”

“Branchieboo, you’re going down.”

Branch sees the gears shifting in Poppy's head. Her face changes from playful to that familiar look of ruthless determination. He’s a dead man. Her using his embarrassing nickname that she originally had for him was never a good sign. But he agrees he will go down, just not in the way she thinks.

Branch shakes the red bag with the tiles. “Ladies first.”

Poppy draws a B and Branch draws an N.

“You go first,” Branch says.

They each place their letters back in the bag and Branch mixes it up. Poppy picks her seven letters first, then Branch does the same. He doesn’t like the way Poppy looks at her set of letters once she has them arranged the way she wants. Poppy's no good at poker faces.

“No way, you use all the tiles without exchanging one letter? I call bull Poppy.”

The Pop Queen grins like the cat that ate the catnip for the first time ever.

Branch plays his word. Twelve points to Poppy's thirty-eight words.

“Take it off, badboy.”

The teal troll grumbled as he reaches for his foot, taking off one sock.

“You’re cheating.”

“Takes one to know one.”

He puts down the tiles slowly, E-A-T.

Poppy plays her word, and she gets another triple word score. Branch takes off his other sock. He stacks his tiles on top of his previous words Y-O-U and makes an O-U-T. Poppy couldn’t help but laugh, reading the board.

“Branch, are you even trying? Or do you just want to play suggestive words all game?”

“Both."

Branch unclasps his hugtime watch and places it on the table near the board.

“Uh-uh. That doesn’t count as clothes.”

“ Please, like you’re not going to take off your earrings first before you get to the good stuff.”

“Fair enough.”

T-O-N-G-U-E is Branch's next word, he gets a double word score. Twenty-two points to Poppy's seventeen.

Poppy takes off one earring and huffs, “Branch!”

“ What ?” The male troll drawls the word out on the board, feigning innocence.

“You’re cheating .”

“Am not.”

The pop queen gets a double word score with Z-A. Branch immediately exchanges a letter and misses his turn.

“Come on, Mama wants to see some skin.”

“I bet you do.”

Excruciatingly slow, B6 drags it out, placing his fingers around the ends of his vest digit by digit and lifts. He may have applied some baby oil over his abs to make them pop after a round of 600 crunches and sit ups. He could already see that Poppy is licking her lips.

“Mmm.”

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do.”

“Come over here.”

“Branch.” Poppy rolls her eyes.

“What?”

“This is serious. You need to be taught a lesson.”

“ Oh , why don’t you come over here and teach me then.”

Poppy plays Q-I for eleven points. Branch plays P-H-P-H-T for a triple word score.

“No way that’s a word.”

“It means mild irritation or reluctance. It’s an interjection.”

“You’re a mild irritation.”

“You still love me though.”

“Mmhmm.”

Poppy takes off her tank top, revealing blue lace, Branch's favorite of her brassieres.

“How do you expect me to finish the game now? I can’t concentrate.”

“Sounds like a personal problem to me.”

He plays S-W-E-A-T for eight points. Poppy gets twenty-four points.

Now in only his boxers. Branch makes a half-hearted attempt to conceal the very noticeable tent, but he gives up after Poppy's eyes glue to it.

That's when Branch decides that he’s had enough when Poppy goes to unfasten her bra after he wins his next turn. Branch clears the board of tiles with a swoop of his hand and then he’s reaching for Poppy, pulling her over the top of the table before The Pop Queen can open her mouth to protest at the discarded letters.

“Let’s just say you won. Let me give you your reward.”

"Sounds like a good idea." Poppy replied as Branch leaned over to kiss her as they immediately get down to business.

Chapter 14: Ice Skating

Summary:

Branch and Poppy go ice skating for the first time. Wanted to do the era where they both have a crush on each other.

“No Poppy, there is no way I am going on that icy death trap.”

“Branch. Jeez get a grip. You’re such a baby.”

“I’m not a baby,” The teal blue troll snarls. “I just have enough common sense to not want to go on that–oh my god!”

The Pop Queen wraps her arms around Branch's waist and tries to drag him into the rink; he grabbed hold of the entrance, clinging onto it for dear life. Poppy on the other hand doesn’t give up, and soon enough they're hanging parallel to the ice. Branch's left hand slips, then his right, and he end up face down on ice.

“Whoops, sorry, Branch. But really, if you’d just skate with me, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Mnnnf,” Branch grumbled. Goodness why do trolls have this sort of thing. Branch placed his gloved hands on the ice and try to push himself up, but they slip and he just hit his already bruised nose again.

After numerous failed attempts on getting up on his own, Branch grudgingly accept Poppy's help and let her hoist him up. “Thanks. Even though it was you who brought me to this mfff–” Poppy's placed her hand over his mouth and is mimicking a babbling crocodile with the other.

“Blah blah blah is what I hear. This is supposed to be fun! Your grumpiness is why we can’t have nice things.” The female troll pouts and crosses her arms.

“My grumpiness is what’s keeping us both alive. Can we just ditch this place?” His feet are twisting awkwardly, pointing inwards, and it hurts a lot. Branch holds on the railing is the only thing keeping him upright. ”I’d even make chalk drawings with you if that’s what it takes.”

“That’s sweet, Branch.” Poppy makes a show of appearing flustered. “But no. We are skating even if I have to drag your grumpy ass over the entire rink.” She leans in so close to him, her lips are almost touching your ear. “You don’t want it to come to that, do you?” Poppy whispers.

“Psychotic blind girl.” Branch swat her away and pretend his face isn’t heating up by turning away from her.

This proves to be in vain as Poppy grabs his hands and twirls him around, making him dizzy and frankly, scared (though he'd never admit it) that the railing is no longer an arm’s reach away. “Why is the cute girl the one able to skate?” Poppy smiles sweetly.

“You’re just trying to kill me,” Branch say and wriggle out of her grasp. Poppy lets go easily and manages to skate perfectly, something he'd gape at in awe if he weren’t flailing his arms and concentrating on not falling, but he ended up landing on his bottom anyway.

“Oh my god, you really suck at this!” Poppy's circling him now. Branch tried to kick at her, but Poppy just jumps over his leg and lands gracefully on the other side.

“What the heck. This is annoying, you shouldn’t be able to be so good at this,” you say.

Poppy only cackles at him. “You know what sucks? Your suckyness at this. Hahahaha.”

Branch was determined to prove her wrong, to skate like there’s no tomorrow, but apparently paradox space decreed him be shitty at skating, so after many shenanigans not unlike the time Branch got trapped in Guy Diamond's cape, he scraped his cheek and bruised his arms. And he's still lying on ice.

“Branch, you're bleeding!”

He realize that somehow, his face bashing drew blood. “Oh, geez.” He wiped it off with his glove, which only draws Poppy closer. She’s crouching, nose directed towards him.

“Mmm, cherry red.”

“Mmm, you're weird.” Branch learned his lesson. He wouldn’t try to hit her, not when his hands are the only thing propping him up, and they’re already shaky. He tried to move, but he feels frozen. Poppy sighs and grabs his legs, dragging him face down towards who the heck knows where. His blood makes a trail on the ice.

Eventually his foot hits solid ground, and Poppy flips him over and pulls him up. He rubbed his sore back. “Are we done yet?”

“Not quite.” And with that Poppy kisses hid cheek. His cheeks flame, and Branch suddenly feel self-conscious.

“What the heck?”

“Oh, I know you liked it, Branch.” She winks at him and leaves him standing there at the entrance to the ice rink.

“Such a weirdo,” Branch say. But he touched his cheek with the dumbest smile on his face.

Chapter 15: Kissing

Summary:

Branch really wants to kiss Poppy but she immediately reads his mind.

Notes:

Happy Fourth year anniversary to Trolls World Tour!!! The best movie!!!

The moon stares down at Poppy and Branch's heads as they lie back in the grass together on top of a picnic sheet and try to watch the stars but find themselves transfixed by the moon instead. The moon is round and beautiful like an eye in the night, warm yellow, sheathed in a bright rim of gold, and the pale stars surround it just to adorn it.

Having grown bored of the moon and stars because he has already seen them up close so many times Branch might as well have memorized every bump and crater on the sides of them, Branch props himself up on his elbows against the picnic sheet to face Poppy. Poppy is still naming each star after a friend. One for Guy Diamond, one for Biggie, another for Dj Suki. Branch opens his mouth to speak.

"Hi," Branch says, his voice almost cracking on the first word he had spoken to her in about an hour since they had laid back there on the grass, sitting in companionable silence. He had been itching to speak, to talk to Poppy, to let his fingers crawl down her forearm and wrap around her wrist, but now his fingers are dry and his hand shakes. "Poppy," he says in a small voice, "can you come here?"

"I'm already sitting beside you, silly," Poppy says, the ghost of a smile creeping over her pretty pink lipglossed mouth, but she crawls over to where Branch is sitting, folding her hands on top of her lap. "What did you want?"

"Can I kiss you?" Branch blurts out. It isn't Poppy and Branch's first kiss. Not even close, and yet every time they bring their faces close together, it always feels like this is their first date, like this is the first time they have ever been so close even though Branch has been saving her for longer than he has even known his name, for longer than she has even been a friend of his. Branch averts his gaze from Poppy's eyes when he sees her pupils go wide like two moons at his words. He fumbles in his jacket pockets and fiddles with his fingers, too nervous to even touch her, but she leans forward and wraps her fingers around his collar.

If Branch just leans closer, if he just pulls Poppy closer to him, they would be kissing then, and Poppy would have been swallowed up by the black holes of his blue eyes.

"Hold still," Poppy tells Branch, her bony knees digging into the soft earth, crushing the damp grass, as she crawls on top of his lap and straddles his hips. "Let me do it."

Poppy clings to Branch, her hands cupping the nape of his neck and running up the back of his head, her small fingers carding through the dark of his sweat-slick hair, and kisses him hard, desperate. The kiss startles Branch. This is a side of Poppy that he has never seen before, a side of her he would want to see everyday from now on.

Branch gives and gives, the long, hard lines of his body moving against Poppy's soft curves, and Poppy takes and takes, taking Branch's lips into her mouth bit by bit, until he disappears and disippates against the softness of her mouth, allowing himself to be swallowed up by the red sea of her tongue as Poppy pushes her tongue past his lips.

The pink, pointy tip of Poppy's tongue darts out like a cat searching for milk, and she swipes it across the endless seam of Splendid's mouth, and Branch just wants her to be greedy for the first time in her life and take everything he has in him. He just wants her to take everything he has left in him to give, because when he looks at her face, her bright, moon-dappled cheeks and her sweet pink lips, he sees the world. He's young and naive, but it must be love.

"I want you to be greedy with me," Branch whispers, his voice soft against the shell of Poppy's ear, so she does that. She does just that. She kisses him hard enough for his braces to brush against her lips and nearly draw blood if she just bit down on him. She kisses him hard enough for him to remember her taste for days on end and never want to wash it away. Poppy kisses him hard enough for her to be able to map out where his molars go when they break away from each other in a tangle of arms and legs.

"Wow," Poppy says, breathing hard as she pulls away from the kiss, the tip of her tongue rubbed raw by the brackets of Branch's braces, her body uncontrollably warm as she leans into him, her head still reeling. "Wow."

"I didn't know you had that in you," Branch says as he runs the pad of his thumb over his lips, impossibly fond. He has all but memorized every tooth in her mouth. He has all but memorized every line in the plane of her body.

They settle, the earth shifts, and they turn back to the sky.

Poppy points to the sky at a bright star, bigger and brighter than any other star she has ever seen. "That one's for you," she says softly, cupping Branch's cheeks in her hands, her palms warm and firm against the sides of his flushed face. "Every star in the sky reminds me of you."

Chapter 16: Cake

Summary:

Branch just wanted a little taste of Poppy's lips.

The kitchen was covered in flour and sugar and eggs and Poppy was currently singing along softly to the radio. She’d wanted to make a birthday cake for Biggie, and Branch wasn’t interested in baking much, but he’d agreed to help. The teal blue troll wasn’t sure how much help he was, especially when he kept getting distracted by the way the light caught her pink hair and the plump softness of her mouth. It was all still so new, so fragile. Branch just wanted to savor every moment with Poppy.

Poppy swiped a finger through the batter and brought it to her lips, humming with pleasure. A tiny spot of chocolate lingered at the corner of her mouth and Branch leaned a little closer towards her direction.

The Pop Queen blinked at him, her magenta eyes bright and happy. “What?”

“You have something…” Branch murmured, about to reach out and brush it away with his thumb, before he had a better idea.

Branch leaned in and touched his tongue to the edge of Poppy's lips, which turned up into a smile. The batter was sweet and rich, but Branch had hardly noticed. Branch wrapped his arms around Poppy's waist and she turned to face him as he licked into her mouth with a groan. The Pop Queen pressed her body to his and Branch still couldn’t quite believe that she was here, with him, like this. Every time he touched her, it felt like a gift.

It was more than that. It was a promise. She wasn’t going anywhere. Neither was he. Not anymore. Not even in his wildest dreams.

Branch grips drifted down from Poppy's waist and she moaned softly into his mouth as he lifted her, hands under her thighs to boost her up onto the counter. Bowls and measuring cups clattered, but neither of them cared. Poppy's legs wrapped Branch's hips and held him to her.

“What about the Cake?,” the pop queen asked, as she trailed kisses down Branch's jaw. Her teeth grazed over his skin and sent a spark down his spine.

“Screw the cake,” Branch growled. As he kissed her again, swallowing her giggles as he lifted her again to take her to the bedroom.

Chapter 17: Slow Dancing Together

Summary:

Poppy wants Branch to dance with her and everytime Branch looks at her, she gives him butterflies.

“Dance with me!” The Pop Queen asked as the music playing changed.

Branch hadn't expected her the jump off the couch in such haste, also knocking over her scrapbook in the process. He watched as she moved the coffee table out of the way and turned the volume up.

Poppy was practically beaming as she took Branch's hands in her own and pulled him off the couch. The survivalist couldn't remember the last time he’d seen her smile like that even though she smiled all the time. Placing his drink on the coffee table Branch joined her in the middle of the living room.

“Come on big guy, dance!” Poppy laughed, punching Branch's shoulder gently. Poppy was the type to dance like nobody was watching, then again most of the time nobody was.

“I mean, watching you is probably more entertaining,” Branch hummed as he tried to sneak back to the couch unnoticed.

His attempt was unsuccessful, and quickly found himself stuck on Poppy's substitute dance floor. She laced her fingers with his, moving their arms back and forth to the music. “See you’re a fine dancer!” Poppy teased.

“I have this feeling you might need to get your eyes checked,” Branch laughed nervously. He felt and probably looked like a noodle.

Poppy rolled her eyes and continued to dance, and with a sigh of defeat, Branch joined her.

Even after knowing her for years, Poppy still managed to accidentally give the man butterflies. A feeling that reminded him of their time after everything the faced together. Parties and all. As childish as it made him feel, he wouldn't trade the butterflies for anything.

“Uh hello? Earth to Branch?” Poppy said, waving her hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry, sorry, just lost in thought there,” Branch dismissed, smiling.

“If you don't wanna dance we can always—” The Pop Queen began to say, her expression shifting slightly.

“What? No, c’mere,” Branch cut her off, grabbing her hand and twirling her. “There’s nothing else I'd rather do than dance with you,” he whispered as he pulled her in by the waist, catching her off guard.

“Even if you feel like a noodle doing it?” she joked, cupping his face in her hands.

“Even if I look like one,” Branch corrected, pulling her into a kiss.

Poppy pulled away for a moment, resting her forehead against his. “I love you,” the pink girl whispered.

“I love you too,” Branch whispered back, before closing the space between them once more.

Chapter 18: A Romantic Gesture

Summary:

Branch does something romantic for Poppy to show how much he appreciates her being in his life.

When Branch told her ‘Let me spoil you’, Poppy wasn’t exactly sure what the teal troll had planned. But this, wasn’t it.

This, as it turned out, it was a bubble bath.

One that was of nice hot water – not scalding, but hot enough to be relaxing –, rose petals on the bathtub, and whatever soap it was that Branch had dumped had produced a wonderful mix of rose and lavender scent. Not counting, of course, the bubbles that rose to her chin.

But of course, Branch had not stopped there, he had also added lavender and rose scented candles in the bathroom, a glass of fine champagne and dark chocolate truffles for The Pop Queen to nibble on. He had also had calm jazz music playing from his radio and she was quite grateful. No one had ever done such a considerate thing for her.

Poppy smiled as she relaxed against his chest. She had insisted he get into the bathtub with her, he should also enjoy the fruits of his labor, why not? And while they were a bit tight, she was not complaining. There was something to be said about leaning comfortably against her husband’s naked and wet chest. To feel his hands wash and massage her limbs, always respectful of not crossing any boundaries. Not tonight, tonight was simply for her to relax and wash away her troubles.

It was true that the pink girl didn’t have many troubles, but as she laid against Branch's chest, feeling the water and bubbles against her own skin, taking little sips of champagne, she wasn’t going to complain. How many women were lucky enough that their significant other did this for them?

Poppy was also eyeing the new bathrobe Branch had gifted her, it was white and fluffy, and she could see her initials embroidered and it looked so comfortable, she couldn’t wait to wear it. It was soft, she knew because she had held it before getting into the bath, it had been impossibly soft and she wondered just how much it had costed, because there was no way that bathrobe was cheap.

“This, is very, very nice.” The Pop Queen purred out, tucking her face against Branch's neck. “Thank you.”

“You are very welcome, love.”

Poppy wiped her hand and grabbed a truffle, she savored it and offered another to Branch, “These are delicious, and the champagne is also very nice.” It was true, the sharp of the champagne contrasted quite well against the slightly sweet chocolate truffle, even when it was a darker chocolate, it was still sweet.

“Some sweets,” Branch said as he kissed the top of her head. “For my sweet.”

“You are a romantic.”

“And damned proud of it.”

“Well, then, I am very glad that I am the lucky lady who gets your attention.” Poppy kissed his cheek, she meant that. Dating Branch was something she had never imagined, but now that she was with him, and saw what a great man he was, she knew that she would not regret the relationship, one she now hoped would last.

“And I am a very lucky man.”

Once more, Poppy kissed his cheek, then cuddled against him and let her mind wonder. This was a good way to end the day. Made all the better knowing that Branch would stay the night and be there for her in the morning. Yes, she was very lucky indeed.

Chapter 19: Fireflies

Summary:

Branch takes Poppy to a special place for her to see glowing fireflies.

"Branch, where are you taking me?"

"I'll tell you in a minute. Just follow my lead!"

The pop queen nearly trips over a thick root as she tries her best to keep up with the survivalist.

First, Branch had roped her into following him out into the night, and now he isn't even going to tell her where they are going. Poppy feels like slapping him over the head and leaving him out here to go back to the shelter and sleep - she's really tired, what with spending the whole day hunting for food and such - but she finds her curiosity getting the better of her.

And so, Poppy has no choice but to "follow his lead" as he brings her through the forest. At least his hand, which is wrapped tightly around hers, is warm and comforting; it ensures her that, despite the darkness, they're still together. She doesn't even want to think of what will happen if they are to separate. Gods know what lurks in the bushes.

They finally arrive at a clearing, and before them is a river. Poppy can see the glittering ripples of water, the light of the moon casting its wondrous light unto the surface, as the currents lap gently against the shore. The breeze is calming; it ruffles Poppy's hair, teases his as well.

"Look, Poppy!" he whispers, pointing urgently at the river.

For a moment there The Pop Queen can't see a thing, but when she squints, she catches sight of a group of glowing red lights fluttering above the shore. She looks at him, puzzled, and Branch replies with a grin.

"I don't know what they're called either, but whatever," still with her hand in his, Branch creeps up to the glowing flies, hunched low, "they're pretty, aren't they?"

Poppy can only nod, transfixed by the sight. Really, he can come up with the most bizarre of things, but this is by the far the most rewarding. Poppy has never seen such creatures, Branch doesn't even know their names. It's like the blind leading the blind, but still, it's...nice.

The warmth engulfing her hand is still there. She looks down at their intertwined fingers, and then up at him.

And she pecks his cheek.

Branch turns on her, startled, nearly falling right onto his backside in shock. "What...what was that?"

She blinks at him, confused, and then she laughs.

The glowing insects disperse, flying off in every direction, but the two youths don't seem to care as they both focus on one another.

Poppy smiles, amused, as he stares at her with wide eyes. "Thanks...Branch."

Chapter 20: Memorizing Her

Summary:

Branch likes to spend his nights memorizing the features of Poppy's face.

It was coming upon Branch's favorite time, when the late hours of the night started to blend with the early hours of the morning. When the world outside was still and quiet and it felt like he was the only person in the whole entire world. And Branch's ideal way to spend that time was to look at you.

His comforter was kicked down to the foot of the bed sometime in the middle of the night, the hot summer nights rendering the thick blanket useless. There Poppy laid beside him, curled up in a thin white sheet. In her sleep, Poppy had taken up most of it, leaving Branch with a very small corner to cover over himself. He didn’t mind though, as long as she was sleeping comfortably, he wouldn’t care. The teal troll would give Poppy the clothes off his own back to make sure she felt at ease.

Leaning on his elbow, Branch stared down at Poppy's sleeping form. He brushed a few stray hairs from her face. As the pads of his fingers dragged over her cheeks, Poppy shook her head sleepily, as if his touch was tickling her. Branch breathed out a chuckle at Poppy's reaction, finding it insanely adorable. Lowing his head, he pressed his lips to her cheek.

The teal troll didn’t pull away just yet, Branch hovered over Poppy for another few seconds, simply wanting to take in every single detail of her. The curve of her lips, the soft roundness of your cheeks, the delicate way her eyes lay shut. Branch wished he could stay in that moment forever. But alas he couldn’t. Time kept ticking away, as noted by the small alarm clock hidden somewhere in the darkness of the room.

Resting his head back down on the pillow, Branch wrapped his arm around Poppy's waist, pulling her closer to him. The Pop Queen let out a small noise of protest in her sleep, but didn’t wake up. Once she'd felt Branch's arm draped over her, Poppy relaxed into his touch. Smiling again, Branch kissed the back of her head before nuzzling his face into her hair. The scent of Poppy's shampoo consumed his senses as his eyes fell shut.

As Branch drifted back off into the heaviness of sleep, he muttered out into the quiet and still room, “I love you.” it was unlikely she heard him, as she was fast asleep. But Branch knew that somewhere in Poppy's dreams she did.

Chapter 21: Staring at Her

Summary:

Poppy notices how often Branch stares at her and she secretly loves it.

Poppy had noticed Branch staring at her with a soft look in his eyes for a while now. Every time she caught Branch staring, she would smile back, feeling their heart flutter in their chest. One day, as they were hanging out at Branch's bunker, The Pop Queen finally decided to confront Branch about it.

"Hey, Branch," Poppy said with a playful smirk. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

The teal troll's cheeks turned pink as he realized he had been caught. Branch smiled shyly, feeling a little embarrassed but also a little thrilled that Poppy had noticed.

"I'm sorry, Poppy," Branch said, rubbing the back of their neck. "I just can't help but stare at you. You're so beautiful."

Poppy felt a warm rush of affection wash over her at Branch's words. She leaned in and kissed Branch gently on the lips, feeling her heart race with excitement.

"I like it when you stare at me, Branch, " The Pop Queen said, grinning. "It makes me feel special."

Branch smiled back, feeling relieved and happy that Poppy didn't mind his staring. Branch wrapped his arms around Poppy, holding them close and feeling grateful for the love they shared for each other.

As the night wore on, Poppy and Branch cuddled on the couch, watching holiday movies and sipping on hot cocoa. The warmth of the fire and the soft glow of the Christmas lights hung by Poppy made the room feel cozy and intimate.

"I'm so glad we get to spend the holidays together," Poppy said, snuggling closer to Branch.

"Me too," The teal troll replied, kissing the top of Poppy's head. "I love being able to share these moments with you."

Poppy smiled up at Branch, feeling her heart swell with happiness. They both knew that they had something special, something that they wanted to cherish and nurture for years to come.

As the night drew to a close, Branch and Poppy exchanged gifts, laughing and joking as they unwrapped their presents. They had agreed not to spend too much on each other, but the gifts they had chosen were thoughtful and heartfelt.

"I got you something practical," Branch said, handing Poppy a small box.

The Pop Queen opened it to find a pair of cozy socks, embroidered with little penguins.

"They're so cute!" Poppy exclaimed, pulling them on and wiggling her toes. "Thank you, Branch."

Poppy handed Branch his gift, a framed photo of the two of them from their recent vacation. Branch smiled as he looked at the picture, feeling a rush of fond memories flood through his mind.

"I love it," Branch said, leaning in to kiss Poppy. "Thank you."

As the night came to a close, Branch and Poppy exchanged one final kiss, feeling grateful for the love they shared and excited for the many holiday seasons to come.

Chapter 22: Wet Dreams

Summary:

Branch has a wet dream and Poppy. Luckily she helps him out.

Poppy find herself slowly shaken out of her deep slumber as she woke up to Branch shuddering on his side of the bed. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Poppy turned to get a better look at him before realizing that Branch was groaning in his sleep.

Was he having a nightmare?

They had a busy day this passed week so tha left her husband incredibly stressed, which unfortunately, also meant frequent nightmares. Grimacing at the thought of how much Branch was currently carrying on his shoulders, Poppy moved closer to him, wrapping an arm over his waist and lightly running her fingers through his thick locks in an effort to soothe him. Suddenly, Poppy felt him tightly grip on to her arm, moving impossibly closer to her and rutting his hips against Poppy's thigh while letting out what sounded like whines.

Oh. That’s what this was.

Before Poppy could delve into the internal dilemma of whether she should wake him up and help him, or simply allow him to finally get some proper rest, Branch groggily opened his eyes before turning to Poppy. Chuckling lightly, the pink girl kissed his cheek before teasing him.

“Good dream?”

“Very. Want me to tell you about it?” Branch shot back, donning his signature cheshire grin.

In spite of his cheeky front, Poppy knew that this was him asking for her permission to take things further. The Pop Queen felt herself flush at the thoughtfulness of her husband - even when horny, Branch was considerate enough to realize that she may not be up for anything this late. But goddammit, he had had a tough few weeks, and Branch deserved a little stress relief. What was a little lost sleep if it meant making Branch feel a bit better?

“Relax, baby, let me take care of you this time,” The pink troll whisper as she moved on top of him, leaving a trail of hot kisses along his sharp jaw before reaching his lips. The contrast of his hand, gently caressing her cheek, with the burning passion of his kisses was dizzying. Paired with the harsh grinding of his hips below hets, Poppy couldn’t help releasing a series of desperate whines into the kiss.

Pulling away before she could get too lost in Branch's ministrations, Poppy made quick work of yanking his boxers down and slipping her panties off. Moving off of him, she swiped her fingers over her slickness, rubbing quick circles to prep herself for him. Branch grasped blindly for the bedside drawer in search of a condom, his blue eyes remaining locked on herr working fingers even as Branch was slipping it over his length. Satisfied, Poppy finally move back to straddling him, placing her hands on his shoulders for support before sliding down on him.

The Pop Queen loved it when it was fast and rough, with frantic hands rushing desperately to rip each other’s clothes off. The heat of her more passionate trysts (that usually ended up happening in places more risky than their bedroom), with his brutal thrusts and hard kisses, made Poppy giddy. But this? Basking in the shimmering moonlight trickling in through the thin curtains as she watched his features contort with pleasure at her movements on top of him, reveling in the feeling of his calloused hands moving up her shirt - well, his shirt - to palm her breasts?

Poppy loved this too.

Hearing Branch groan upon reaching orgasm, Poppy threw her head back, practically grinding into him now while indulging in the delicious feeling of having him hit that one spot inside her. Knowing that Branch was watching her made Poppy toss out all inhibitions as she let out a sinful whimper upon hitting her release. Gasping for air, the pink girl layed back down next to him, smiling as the teal troll pulls her into a sweet kiss.

“I love you, Poppy.”

“Hah, with how hot I am, of course you do. Look at how turned on you were just from hearing me moan in my sleep.”

“You sounded more like a dying seal, but sure. Now go to sleep, horndog.”

The Pop Queen smile at his dramatic pretense of mock hurt at her teasing, closing her eyes as she feels the exhaustion slowly returning. Pulling her closer into his arms, Branch whispers quiet affirmations of his adoration for her, slowly lulling Poppy back to sleep.

Chapter 23: Behind Closed Doors

Summary:

Poppy and Branch are all alone. No one else could come between them.

Poppy loved when Branch whined as she ran her fingers through his dark hair and grazed over his ears. Poppy loved how Branch would cry out herr name as she bit into the sensitive spots on his neck. Poppy loved when he moaned and begged her to keep touching him. To her, Branch was the most perfect troll ever, and of course only she got to see him like that. No one else would ever suspect that Branch would ever engage in such activities, neither did Poppy as well no less. Only Poppy could see him cry and whine for more and she loved it.

Branch breathed heavily as Poppy sat in his lap, grabbing onto his hair and biting into the most sensitive spots on his neck. As she pulled away Poppy could see the tears forming in his eyes from the pleasure. The Pop Queen could tell just by the way Branch was looking at her that he was just begging for more, he wanted her and only her in that moment. Branch grabbed Poppy's waist and pulled her in even closer than she were before. His face was flushed a vibrant red, his lips were parted so perfectly. The Pop Queen leaned in to initiate a kiss and Branch instantly complied, moaning into her mouth as Poppy grabbed onto his hair.

Branch gripped onto Poppy's waist tighter and started to grind on her. The Pop Queen moaned at the feeling and pulled away from the kiss, Branch whined at her. Poppy started to go back and mark up his neck, to which he started to cry out her name and beg for more.

Poppy continued to move her hand down further as the teal troll continued to grind onto Poppy until she reached the waistband of his shorts.

“Please!” Branch whined.

The Pop Queen unbuttoned his shorts and moved her hand past his underwear and began to touch him more. His moans and cries filled the room as his bulge wrapped around Poppy's fingers. Branch was so desperate for her touch, he always was. Though he could only do it behind closed doors, alone with her. Branch didn’t want anyone else to know. They both knew that what they had was special.

Branch kept moaning as Poppy moved back up to kiss him again. The teal troll moved his hands down to her hips as tears rolled down his face. Poppy used her other hand to pull on his hair again which only made him moan louder as Branch kissed her.

The Pop Queen pulled away to admire his pretty face, his tear stained cheeks and his swollen lips. His neck was covered in love bites and his hair was messy. He looked perfect.

Branch's moans grew louder, she knew that Branch was getting close. His hips moved rapidly, Poppy continued to touch him. His breathing was uneven and shaky, his eyes were half lidded. His grip on her hips tightened.

Branch cried out her name one last time before he came all over Poppy's hand. He breathed heavily and pulled her into a tight hug. Poppy whispered to him about how good he was and kissed him on the forehead. Branch was so calm and quiet in the moment, which was unusual for Branch. Poppy didn’t care, she just accepted his warm embrace.

Chapter 24: Check Mate

Summary:

Poppy and Branch play a super intense game of chess.

Branch sat across from his wife, drumming his fingers furiously on the table. His lips set in a hard line; his bright blue eyes that was glaring in her direction, locked on hers.

The Pop Queen held her ground, unwavering in her current plan of action. This was going to happen. Poppy had waited what felt like an eternity for this very moment. Finally, this was going to happen, after all this time; that didn’t mean she couldn’t draw it out longer.

The Pop Queen reached forward slowly, then made her move. The teal troll's eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed, and then it was done.

“Check mate!” The pink troll exclaimed, thrilled to have thwarted her own husband in a game of chess.

Branch thumped his hand on the table, but there was no malice in it, he held his hand out to you, “Good match Poppy.”

The Pop Queen took his hand firmly in hers and gave it one solid shake before letting it go. With the same hand Poppy swiped the chess set across the table, pieces scattering everywhere. The Pop Queen crawled over the table and pulled Branch to her for a much heated kiss.

“You really should take better care of your queen,” The pink troll purred into his ear as Branch sucked a mark onto her neck.

“Hmm, allow me, then,” was all the warning Poppy got before Branch wrapped her into his arms and carried Poppy off to the bedroom.

Chapter 25: Shooting Star

Summary:

Poppy and Branch see a shooting star and make a wish.

Poppy and Branch were out on the rooftop of their shared Pod, enjoying the warm summer night. They had brought a blanket with them and were lying side by side, gazing up at the starry sky.

As they lay there, they saw a shooting star streak across the sky. Poppy gasped in excitement and nudged Branch with her elbow. "Look!" she exclaimed, pointing up at the sky.

Branch turned his head to follow her finger and saw the shooting star as well. "Wow, that's amazing," the survivalist said, smiling.

The Pop Queen turned back to him and grinned. "Let's make a wish!" she said.

Branch raised his eyebrows. "A wish?" he asked, chuckling.

Poppy nodded eagerly. "Yeah, come on, make a wish with me," she said, reaching out to take his hand.

The teal troll smiled and took her hand, squeezing it gently. "Okay, I'll make a wish," he said.

They closed their eyes and silently made their wishes, feeling the magic of the moment. After a few moments, they opened their eyes and looked at each other.

"I can't tell you what I wished for," Poppy said with a grin.

Branch just laughed. "Me neither," he said. "But I have a feeling that our wishes will come true."

Poppy snuggled up to Branch, resting her head on his chest. "I hope so," she said softly.

They lay there for a while, watching the stars and enjoying each other's company. They knew that life could be unpredictable and sometimes challenging, but they also knew that they had each other, and that was enough to make anything possible.

Chapter 26: Driving Her Insane

Summary:

Branch never teased her this much before, and the frustration only adds to the desire.

"Branch..."

The heat between her legs has never felt so thick, never ached so strongly. Then again, Branch has never teased her like this before. Kisses trailed all the way down her body, lingering at her breasts until Poppy was sure she'd come from that alone. Fingers brushing against her thighs, dangerously close to where she most craved his touch, but never making contact.

And now, Branch on his knees between her open legs, gazing reverently at her sex, leaning forward only to exhale softly against Poppy's folds every so often.

"Beautiful," Branch murmurs, Poppy can practically feel the heat of his lips and she unconsciously tilts her hips forward only for him to ease back. "Not yet...I've never taken the time to appreciate just how lovely this part of you is." The Pop Queen's cheeks go hot at the compliment, it only makes her want it more.

"Ugh Branch, please..."

The teal troll leans forward, his hair tickling her thighs as he inhales deeply.

"So beautiful..."

"Branch, Please!" At this point she'll come before Branch even starts, she's almost sure of it. Her body burns and tingles with raw need and Poppy can feel the moisture gathering on her folds. "Please, I need it so much...!"

"Need what?" Branch kisses her inner thigh. "I'd be happy to, if you would just say it..." The teal troll looks up at her, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and Poppy bites down on her lip to keep from whimpering.

"Kiss me," The Pop Queen whispers, tilting her hips towards him. Branch smiles, and her heart just about melts. No matter how big of a tease he was, he's still her wonderful Branch...!

"With pleasure," Branch murmurs, and the second his mouth finally makes contact with the hot wetness between Poppy's legs, the shriek that escapes her is so loud at least one person's probably heard her, but at this point Poppy doesn't care. Every fiber of her being is centered on the softness of his lips and tongue caressing every inch of her. When Branch begins to trace patterns and lick circles around her clit, the climax is so intense Poppy collapses back onto the bed, overcome by liquid heat blazing through her veins.

Branch's tongue coaxes her into another soft climax before he finishes, and she's so limp and hazy Poppy can barely think straight.

"Branch," The Pop Queen finally manages to gasp, "you can tease me again any time you want!"

Chapter 27: Warmth

Summary:

Poppy wakes up feeling cold all because Branch is hogging the blanket.

Poppy woke up shivering, curling into herself as her own body sought out any type of warmth it could find. It was cold in their bedroom, and the pink girl realized that she was no longer tucked in under the blanket as she once were when she fell asleep. Opening her eyes, The Pop Queen glanced at the clock, squinting to see the time, finding that her alarm would not go off for another three hours.

Groaning at how early it was, Poppy rolled over and found Branch, completely wrapped up in their blanket sleeping peacefully, all bundled up and warm. Scooting closer to Branch, she tried to tug the blanket out from under him, but he was wrapped up tight like a burrito, hogging the entire blanket.

“Branch, wake up.” The Pop Queen whispered gently, attempting to wake him up. The teal troll didn’t move.

With her hand on his shoulder, Poppy tried to shake him awake, “Branch, baby, you are hogging the blanket.” Branch still would not wake.

“Branch!” The Pop Queen shouted just a little too loud and shoved him just a little too hard, and when Branch startled awake, he fell off the side of the bed. Poppy gasped and covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh.

Crawling to the other side, Poppy peeked over the edge of the bed to find Branch laying on his back, his face scrunched up in pain.

“Oh, Branch. I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Poppy was trying her best to hide the smile on her face.

The teal troll groaned as he reached up and wrapped his hand around her wrist. Poppy thought he was using her to help him up, but in a flash, she was yanked off the bed, falling onto Branch's chest with a yelp.

Wrapping his arm around her, Branch held Poppy tight against him. “M’alright, darlin’.” The teal troll said smiling, and cupping her cheek as she leaned in to kiss him.

“Why’d ya go and shove me off the bed?” Branch chuckled.

“I’m sorry, baby. You were hogging the blanket and I tried to wake you because I was cold.” Poppy explained, peppering his face with kisses. “I really am sorry.”

“S’alright, darlin’.” Branch said smiling up at you. “What time is it?”

“It’s only three in the morning.” Poppy said laying her head on his chest. He was so warm and she didn’t want to move.

“Mm. Let’s get back in bed.” Branch grunted as he started to sit up. The Pop Queen wrapped her arms around his neck as Branch picked her up.

Branch settled back onto the bed and threw the blanket over the both of them as Poppy laid on top of him.

“Are ya warmin’ up?” Branch asked rubbing his hand up and down Poppy's back.

Poppy hummed, resting her head against his chest, “I am. Thank you, baby.”

Poppy was so warm and cozy and about to fall back to sleep when she heard Branch again. “Can I have one last kiss, darlin’?”

The Pop Queen smiled and in her sleepy daze, Poppy tilted herr head up to meet Branch's lips in a slow, warm kiss. When they pulled away, she nuzzled into Branch's neck as he held her tight, drifting back to sleep as Poppy finally felt warm again.

Chapter 28: Bad Pick Up Lines

Summary:

Poppy and Branch use bad pick up lines on each other for fun.

Notes:

Very cheesy!!!

Poppy smirked at Branch. "Are you made out of grapes? Because you are as fine as wine!", the teal troll grinned, winking at Poppy. The Pop Queen thought for a second. "I should call you google, because you are everything I'm searching for." They were trying to make each other laugh with cheesy pick-up lines.

"Can you touch me? I want to tell my friends I was touched by an angel!" That one almost got Poppy. "Your face... I like it!", the pink girl exclaimed loudly. Branch pressed his lips into a thin line, holding back laughter. He didn't want to lose the game. It took a while before he came up with another one. "Is your dad a preacher? Cause you're a blessing!", he said in a ridiculous voice.

Poppy cleared her throat and got down on one knee. She put one hand onto her chest, where her heart was, and took his hand with the other one. "Roses are red, violets are blue. I didn't know what perfect was until I met you." Poppy saw his jaw twitch. "You're so cute it's distracting!", Branch said sweetly, making it sound like it was true. "I'm no organ donor, but I'd be happy to give you my heart!", the pink girl hummed, batting her eyelashes.

Branch took a sip of his drink, and she took the chance to drink as well. "There's only one thing I want to change about you.", Branch said. The Pop Queen raised an eyebrow. "My last name?", Poppy questioned. His face went blank. "Yes...", Branch admitted. She crossed her arms. "I think you need to step up your flirt game!" "Shut up. Let me try again..." Branch thought, sticking his tongue out for one second. "Of all your beautiful curves, your smile is my favourite!" Poppy rolled her eyes, then leaned her elbows on her knees. "Are you a vampire?", The Pop Queen whispered.

Branch's eyebrows raised. Poppy made a come here motion with her finger. Branch leaned in closer, his face right in front of hers. "Cause you looked a little thirsty when you first saw me." Branch whispered right back. "Your body is 75% water, and I am very thirsty." - "You're on my to do list for tonight!" - "You're so hot, I could roast my meat on you, baby!" - "You're like my little toe, because I'm going to bang you on every piece of furniture in my home!" A growl tore itself from Branch. He grabbed her head and roughly pushed his lips onto yours. You kissed right back, gripping his head.

The teal troll pulled back breathing heavily. They smiled at each other. "Do you have a bandage? Because I scraped my knee while falling for you." Poppy chuckled and whispered:"You better tie your shoelaces, because I don't want you to fall for anybody else." Then they kissed again, much softer this time. An idea sparked in her mind. The Pop Queen pulled back, grinning sheepishly. "Did you die recently?"

The teal troll nodded slowly. "Because you look like an angel to me." Branch laughed out loud this time, not able to contain it anymore. Poppy laughed along, resting her forehead on his. "So... did you mean that with the banging on every piece of furniture?", Branch asked, smiling wickedly. "I did"

Chapter 29: Slow Dance

Summary:

Just a special moment between Poppy and Branch as they dance with each other.

Poppy takes Branch's hand in hers and twirls beneath his arm.

They separate briefly before coming back together.

Slow dancing to the music, they lock eyes, gazing deeply into the other’s soul.

The other trolls that were around them began to fade to the backdrop- they are unimportant in this scenario.

Branch gives her another twirl and they melt back together seamlessly.

The teal troll bends down to give her a kiss and Poppy immediately returns it with feeling.

It feels like forever before they finally separate, yet it also feels like no time at all has passed.

The Pop Queen smiles at him, face flushed with happiness.

No matter what happens, Poppy will never forget this night.

Chapter 30: Look at The Time

Summary:

Poppy started her Period but Branch doesn't mind one bit.

It's not like Poppy expected to be turned down when she paused the terrible film Branch brought over and climbed into his lap, but it still makes her feel kind of giddy when Branch rakes his hands through her hair, rocks his hips up and kisses her back. The reality is definitely measuring up to the fantasies she'd found herself entertaining, sitting unnecessarily close to him as she had been on her ginormous sofa.

"This all right?" Branch asks, unbuttoning her dress. The Pop Queen thinks about telling him she could've wriggled out of it after the first few buttons, but the light, careful brush of his fingers feels far better than it has any right to.

She fastens her mouth to the side of his neck instead, scraping her teeth over the skin. Branch moans, and Poppy didn't think she liked guys being vocal but she bites down again, harder, and the noises Poppy earns make arousal pulse right through her.

"Hey, you trying to give me a hickey?" Branch pushes half-heartedly at her chest. "I don't bruise easily, y'know."

Poppy's never one to turn down a challenge, but Branch pulls his shirt over his head before she can lunge at him again, which is just cheating, because then she's too distracted by his abs to do anything but stare. And grind her hips into his thigh, gripping the muscle of his upper arms to steady herself, of course. Branch's hand slipped into her knickers, and it's not that his shorts had felt bad sliding against her, but rocking against his knuckles, one thick finger moving inside her, is even better.

"I'm so wet," Poppy murmurs, right in his ear. She assumed that other guy ready to get laid with any girl seemed to be really into that, but not Branch. He frowns.

"No you're not," he says, pulling his fingers free. "You're bleeding."

"Oh Frosting" she hisses, stilling her hips, because he's right. Branch's hand is stained red, which means her dress and knickers probably are too. "That's not fair, it's a whole week early."

The teal troll doesn't push her off him, or make a disgusted face, or even try and wipe his fingers off on something. He just laughs. "Do you always swear more when you're on your period? Because I have to say I approve."

"I wanted to fuck," Poppy says, plaintive, which only makes Branch laugh again. No troll never laugh at anything Poppy says. It's incredibly irritating, as is the way it makes her chest feel all weird and fluttery.

"What," Branch says, "never had menstrucourse?"

The Pop Queen makes a face. "Gross," she says, and Branch says, "It's just blood and dead uterus," and Poppy makes another face.

Branch kisses her nose. "Of course, if you're not comfortable-"

Poppy yanks his face down so they're kissing properly. "I'm comfortable," she growls, shoving at his chest until his head hits the arm of the sofa. "Are you?"

The teal troll looks up at her, his eyes wide, his jaw slack. "Oh yeah," he says. "It'd be less messy if I were on top, but I really have no objection to you bleeding all over me."

Part of Poppy is thinking that she can already feel blood trickling down her thigh, probably dripping onto Branch's chest because of the way she's straddling him, and she should really put a tampon in and change her knickers and maybe shower, too, not necessarily in that order. A far larger part, though, wants to hold Branch down and fuck him until her - beige crocodile leather, cost a small fortune - sofa looks like a battlefield.

"Good," she says, and starts to undo his belt.

After, she'll collapse on top of him, barely mindful of the red lines smeared across his belly, red lines that she put there with every needy thrust of her hips. Thinking about it'll be enough to send aftershocks jittering through her legs, and Poppy will sigh and Branch will glance over with this smile on his face which can only be described as fond.

"Whatever," the pink troll say, rolling her eyes, "are you going to carry me to the bathroom so we can fuck in the shower or what?"

Chapter 31: Pillow Talk

Summary:

Just some After Sex Pillow Talk shenanigans with Poppy and Branch.

In a cozy dimly lit room, the raspy voices of two individuals harmonised with each other much like how they are intertwined with each other at this very moment. Branch struggled to stay in position, his knees threatening to buckle and eventually cause him to crush the pink girl beneath him. The teal troll stared down into the lovely orbs of his smug girlfriend Poppy, her flushed visage was something to behold and he wished he could just savor it more but alas he moved away and laid himself beside her.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what has transpired in this hormone filled room, the way Poppy's flat but delicious chest moved up and down in tandem with her deep breaths was hypnotising to say the least. Her petite and fragile looking frame was covered in slick sweat from head to toe, the lovemaking session between the two of the was intense enough to ensure Poppy wouldn’t be able to walk properly the next day and his muscles are sure to be sore as well from all the manhandling he has done to her.

Slowly Branch sat up with Poppy doing the same, leaning back on the headboard. A comfortable silence was shared between the two of them, the silence only broken after Poppy finally spoke up.

“Would it..haah..Would it kill you to go a bit easier on me next time?”

The teal troll could only give a nervous chuckle, staring at his girlfriend’s pouting visage before he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, deepening it as Branch felt her take a breath in his mouth, no doubt about to protest before you sealed her lips again. Their sweaty bodies melting and fusing with each other as she hesitantly hugged his neck, not letting go despite her initial protests. Slowly, Branch separated from the kiss, a thin strand of saliva connecting the two of them. Branch heard Poppy's quiet moan of disapproval as she tried to reconnect the kiss. Branch leaned his head back, enjoying the soft but tired ‘neee’ from her.

The teal troll once again stared at Poppy's flushed features. This is the side of The Pop Queen that only he was allowed to see. The cute but unbelievably sexy side of Poppy that was reserved for her special someone. Her pouting face was complimented with a nice shade of pink, her lips wet and puckering as she struggled to collect herself.

“Heeeey.. Kissing is cheating, you know!”

Branch held Poppy in place by her shoulders, staring deep into her eyes. The pink troll quickly looked away in embarrassment.

“W-What is it-!?”

Poppy shrieked in surprise as Branch dove down to gently bite the nape of her neck, tenderly sucking so as to not hurt her too badly but also to leave a mark. A mark to show the whole world who this Pop Queen belongs to.

“Hngh!~ H-Haven’t you done enough!?~”
Poppy certainly wasn’t wrong. Branch definitely done a number on her with the amount of hickeys covering her neck and the dripping cum between her legs. But it’s not enough. Branch just can’t get enough of this girl!

“Mmh.. Stop it..!”

And Branch was suddenly on his back now, the surprising display of strength caught him off guard and he now have a very disgruntled Poppy lying on top of him.

“Don’t get cocky okay.. I still think you’re just a loser! ..A loser that managed to win my heart..~”The Pop Queen joked a bit.

Branch could barely make out that last sentence but it warms his heart either way. The teal troll loves this side of Poppy. Who knew the normally smug pink troll that doesn’t hold back with her words and loves throwing out scalding insults is such an affectionate brat in bed. Branch lovingly stroked her silky pink smooth hair, holding her close to his body while she does the same, wrapping her arms around Branch and laying on his chest.

“I love you, Poppy ”

“..Love you too Branch..”

With those sweet last words, the two of them drifted off into a peaceful sleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter 32: Under The Blankets

Summary:

Poppy stayed over at Branch's bunker and it's awkward for one of them. Early Groppy Vibes. Which we really love.

Poppy had wished for the morning sun to blot out the overwhelming sadness of last night, but she’s greeted with rain as soon as she opens her eyes. The bedroom is cool and the air is damp, and she pulls her frigid foot back toward her body with a shiver. When she tries to gather the blankets tighter around herself, she’s met with resistance, and her heart does a little flip of panic.

Oh.

Branch is there, still sleeping soundly, though he’s rolled himself into the blankets and created some sort of cocoon. When she pulls, Branch grunts softly and takes a deep breath.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep here,” The Pop Queen whispers, turning to climb out of bed. Before her feet hit the ground, Branch grabs her hand and squeezes, effectively holding her in place.

“Don’t go,” he says, and his eyes seem to plead louder than his voice. Poppy panics and laughs, a knee-jerk reaction to a situation where she feels a complete and utter lack of control. “Please. Stay with me.”

Her breath trembles as much as her hands, and when Branch unrolls himself from the blankets with a low groan of discomfort, Poppy shifts her position and lays a hand on his shoulder. “Are you in pain?”

Branch grimaces and nods subtly, but holds the blankets up for her. “A little. I– I’m cold,” he confesses, and his teal skin flushes a pretty pink.

With a sigh to calm her fluttering heart and frazzled nerves, Poppy accepts his invitation, sliding into position beside him; when she wraps a tentative arm around his waist, she’s shocked at the temperature of his body– or lack thereof, really. “You’re freezing!”

The teal troll coughs lightly, then buries his face in her hair. “I told you. The bunker is drafty even on a warm night,” he .

They lie together in silence while his body seems to absorb warmth from hers. They’re still, too. The only movement is the occasional wisp of hair that flutters in the wake of their gentle breathing. It’s peaceful, just the two of them. They won't admit it, but they like it that way.

The feelings The Pop Queen's been harboring for him have only grown stronger in the wake of their struggles. Poppy knows it’s foolish and reckless and probably the most ridiculous thing she’s ever felt, but she also knows that her heart doesn’t lie, and she’s always trusted her feelings over her terrible logic skills, anyway.

Poppy hadn’t meant to fall asleep. Not there. Not by listening to the sound of his heartbeat and feeling the tickle of his breath on her cheek.

“Branch ” The pink troll says softly, one hand cupping his cheek. “I want to tell you something.”

His beautiful blue-green eyes search her face, and she swears the light in them shines a little brighter. “What is it?”

Playful– maybe a little embarrassed and a lot uncertain– Poppy pulls the blanket over their heads and watches his face bloom into the first smile Poppy's seen him wear since they met just days ago. Up until now, she wasn’t sure she’d ever see it.

“Is it a secret?” Branch whispers. His heart begins to pound a little faster, and he sees in her eyes what she wants to say before she has a chance to form the words on her lips. And though he, too, knows that it’s reckless and foolish and dangerous for her to confess, he must admit that he’s craving for her to say it.

“I think I love you.”

The teal troll doesn’t breathe for a few seconds. Poppy watches his face, studies the way he shifts his eyes away from her and how his lips turn down in a tiny frown. Oh, no.

“I’m sorry,” Poppy says quickly. Too quickly. She turns away and tries to leave, but he catches her. Though Branch is still weak and feeble, his grip on her wrist begs her to stay.

“Wait.”

Poppy turns to him, ashamed of the tears that gather in her pretty eyes. “It’s dumb. Forget it,” she says.

“It’s not dumb,” Branch says, and she chokes on a sob, feeling more and more guilty for laying her heart out for him when he’s been suffering so much. “I want to say it back,” Branch admits. “I want to say it…but I want to be sure that I remember what love truly is before I do.” He’s already said too much and made it too complicated, and the teal troll sits up slowly, reaching for her other hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“If anyone should apologize, it’s me,” Poppy says on a broken, tearful laugh. “It’s a lot for you right now. I overwhelmed you.”

“You didn’t,” Branch insists. “And when the time is right, I’ll say it back. I promise you.” His smile is thin, but his eyes are alight with a tiny, flickering flame of hope. Hope for the promise of a love that feels true and real and good. That is healing and pure for him and for her.

Chapter 33: I Love You It's Ruining My Life

Summary:

Poppy and Branch enjoy the morning together.

Poppy rolled out of bed and Branch is already awake, moving around the bedroom quietly. Poppy makes a soft, questioning noise at him and Branch simply says "water," bumping her hip playfully with his own when he passes by Poppy to get to the kitchen. The teal troll leaves Poppy to brush her teeth. By the time she's back he's already in bed again, and she smiled softly. His long legs are bent at the knee, tenting the blankets over him and he's busy looking over their schedule for the weekend. When Branch feels the bed dip next to him as Poppy crawled in, he rolls over to look at her sweetly. His hair is a mess, going ten different directions, and it's second nature for Poppy to reach out and smooth it down. Second nature, too, is the way Branch catches her wrist and brings her hand down to his lips. Branch kisses Poppy's fingers and the cool, minty touch of his breath tells her he's already been awake for a while.

"You look weird when you sleep," Branch teases. His voice is deep and quiet, like he's still trying to wake it up. It's unbelievably sexy. Poppy's not about to tell him.

"You look weird when you're awake, what's your excuse?" The Pop Queen fired back, but there are goofy smiles on her faces that show the lack of bite in the words.

Branch makes a face, feigning hurt. "You're on it this early in the morning?" He says. "I thought we might take it easy today, just lay around and be nice to each other."

The Pop Queen wrinkled her nose. "That sounds horribly boring."

Whenever Branch is about to kiss Poppy there's a brief moment of apprehension that flashes across his features, like he's still nervous that she'll pull away. Poppy learned to meet him halfway. Branch's lips are soft and warm moving against hers, and their minty breath mixes together as they breathe each other in. The teal troll lets go of her wrist and drops his hand to her waist, already slipping his fingers under the soft material of the shirt she slept in. Long, delicate fingers slip over Poppy's sides and she gasped and laughed into his mouth when it tickles. The pink girl kicked Branch softly in the shin for it and he grins sheepishly back at her, apologizing.

Poppy moves onto her back and Branch follows, hovering over her. Branch kisses Poppy softer, quicker, and when she chased his lips every time he pulls away, he smirks.

"We don't have anything to do all day," Branch mumbles. He leans down and presses a single kiss to her neck. "We could stay here as long as we want." Another one, wetter this time, at her collarbone. Poppy feels her breath catch in her throat, feeling flush under the attention. "We can do whatever you want."

Poppy doesn't respond, just preen under Branch's soft touches and kisses that grow hotter, more pressing with each one he places on Poppy's bare skin. The pink girl whined softly when Branch pulls away again, arms reaching out to wrap around his shoulders and keep him close.

"Do you wanna fool around a little?"

Branch's voice is still low and there's a drag to it that makes Poppy shiver, but she still find it in her to raise her eyebrows and giggle. "Fool around a little? What are you, twelve?"

Branch smiled in response is as bashful as it is beautiful, but she only catches a glimpse of it before he drops his head and hides in Poppy's shoulder. "I thought that would sound pretty hot," Branch admits. Both of his hands are in her shirt and one moves a little higher to push up against Poppy's breast before giving it a gentle squeeze. The pink girl moans softly, and Branch turns his head up to kiss the shell of her ear. "So what do you say?"

Branch's fingers are inside of Poppy, pistoning in and out at an angle that has her crawling up the bed. The Pop Queen's legs fall open wider and her chest is heaving, moans tumbling from her lips on every exhale. The teal troll watched Poppy play with herself earlier and Branch mimics those actions now--with his tongue he flicks in the same pattern Poppy traced with her fingers but slower, more pointed and she feels like she could crawl out of her skin. With his free hand Branch pinches at one of her nipples just on the right side of pain while he massages her breast, and with every stunted noise that falls out of her mouth he presses in closer, pinches harder, fucks her deeper.

"God, baby, you're so good," Branch groans. She feels like she's going to pass out.

Poppy wanted to tell him that she's close but her brain can't seem to put the words together so she hook one of her legs over his shoulder and ride it out. Poppy must sound ridiculous, moans turning into whines that scale higher when Branch turns his fingers up and rubs relentlessly at her walls, hitting just the right spot--she knows he's into it. Desperation is rolling off of her in waves and the way she's crying out is bordering on humiliating, but Poppy feels Branch smile against her pussy, sighing contentedly.

"If you wanna come, then come," Branch says. His tongue moves against Poppy's clit messily now and she started shaking from how he's making it sound so simple, but he's not giving her quite enough. Poppy's so close and Branch knows it, it shows in his amused look that she takes as a challenge.

The Pop Queen grabbed Branch hard by the hair and drive her hips up into his touch and he moans at the shock of it--she doesn't miss the way he shifts, grinding against the mattress. Poppy hold his head in place and his fingers keep the same rhythm and then she's coming, hard and sudden. Poppy's eyes squeeze shut and she shouted, her back bowing. Poppy's legs flail out and she starts to push herself up the bed but Branch follows, keeping fingers inside her and his tongue slipping over her clit and between her lips to catch any wetness that leaks between them. When Poppy finally starts to come down from the intensity and shock of her orgasm she catches herself whimpering. It's embarrassing, but the way her ragged breaths shake when she try to silence them only makes it more clear that Branch kind of just rocked her world. The teal troll removes his fingers but keeps them cupped over Poppy's pussy,his middle finger sliding gently between her lips. Branch grins when he feels that she's still throbbing and moves his head up to kiss her hips, her belly, until her breathing finally evens out.

When Branch finally sits back, he marvels at the wetness dripping down his fingers. Branch watches Poppy then, licking his lips at the way she's still twitching, clenching from the force of her orgasm. When they locked eyes Branch smirks and brings his fingers up to his mouth but before stopping in his tracks like he's just thought of something. The Pop Queen watched and she feels the bed dip lightly when he settles on her side and presses his fingers against her already parted lips. She doesn't know where she goes when this happens--her eyes fall shut with a moan and it's like she's floated up above the bed and she's watching as Poppy sucks his fingers into her mouth. Poppy groans at the taste of herself and she feels a throb in her core.

"Do you like that?" Branch asks. He licks a stripe up her neck before pressing his open mouth against it, laving over the skin in something like a kiss. Poppy couldn’t answer completely but she groans again and take his fingers in deeper, sliding her tongue between them to lap up the mess. It doesn't do much good and she knows that she's drooling now. It drips down his wrist but Branch doesn't seem to mind, happy to let Poppy sucks on his fingers while Branch threatens to litter her neck with marks Poppy told him he shouldn't leave.

Chapter 34: Stay In Bed

Summary:

The weather was terrible and Poppy didn't really want to get up. With the right company, maybe she has a reason to stay in bed.

The sound of rain drumming down on the window kept Poppy alert, as well as the brisk air that made her huddle up beneath the blankets as she partially regretted sleeping in just her top and panties. The weather sucked, there wouldn't be much for her to do as surely the rain would ruin any hair styling and makeup which she would usually spend at least an hour meticulously doing, there was just no point in getting out of bed.

"It's too cold out" Poppy mumbled to herself, huddling up a little more before gasping at the feeling trailing across her waist. It wasn't the aforementioned brisk air, but instead his arm snaking around her waist as Branch brought himself closer to her and hugged her from behind so his breath warmed the skin of Poppy's neck. "I guess that gives us a reason to stay like this then" Branch whispered to his girlfriend's and she giggled at how his fingers tickled her waist before she moaned softly at his lips kissing her neck, peppering along her skin before Branch leaned around to kiss her on the lips.

The Pop Queen moaned again as Branch's hand tickled around her waistline, touching her in just the right way to stimulate her and take her focus off the cold air as he stole her attention more with the kiss he shared with her. Only when air was needed did Branch pull away, only by a small distance though as his breath felt so nice and warm on her skin - Poppy liked how it felt.

"I wouldn't mind staying like this" The teal troll then said, leaning into her neck and kissing her skin to make her moan again as she bit her lip. The Pop Queen felt Branch pressing into her from behind, she felt his arm tug her back against him as his body heat kept her warm which made her even more grateful for his presence. Poppy didn't know the weather would be like this - The Pop Queen never checks the forecast - but considering the weather, she was glad she had Branch come over the night before with him staying the night.

Sure, Poppy's bed was small, but that just meant she could cuddle up with Branch more. It also meant that she could feel his morning wood pressing into her ass, making her bite her lip as she subconsciously ground back into him. This made Branch growl into her ear and the pink girl felt her panties dampen as that noise turned her on in ways she couldn't describe, then there was the way Branch's fingers played with the waistline of her panties.

"We could stay here for a bit, I could keep you warm" The teal troll whispered suggestively and Poppy nearly jumped at the chance, even if for a quickie as he would have to get up soon, but you did have other commitments. "What about your garden?" Poppy asked as she felt his hand dip between her legs, tugging her panties aside as she felt the tip of Branch's cock prod her entrance and she chewed her lip sexily as she looked back at Branch with growing need. As for her question, he answered that the rain would water the flowers for him so he was in no rush to get to the bunker.

"I want to get something else wet this morning" Branch then breathed hotly into her ear before slipping himself inside her; The Pop Queen had to cover her mouth with her hand as she moaned a little louder this time and she wouldn't want Viva to hear her, she didn't even let her sister know Branch was staying the night. Then there was his innuendo of a joke, and for as bad as it was, Poppy couldn't help but giggle before she called him naughty for such a remark.

Branch chuckled a little at this before he slowly moved his hips, using the tight space between him and Poppy to rock rock into her as he kissed her again. Poppy moaned into the kiss, reaching her hand back to cup his face as she let his lips muffle to the noises she was making as his cock stirred around inside her. But his dick wasn't all he used to make her feel good as his hand also moved around, one snaking under Poppy and dipping down into her panties to rub her clit as he was slowly thrusting. As for his other hand, it slid up her top to cup her breast, squeezing softly as he went on a multi-pronged attack of stimulation.

The Pop Queen was quickly unravelling from the pleasure, submitting far too quickly that she was proud of considering how gentle he was being with her. Now, if he were dicking her down and making her wail in pleasure then that would make more sense, but Branch's hands and motions were so gentle. The teal troll embraced his girlfriend, touching her all over whilst filling her with his cock with slow thrusts - and Poppy was all for it.

Reaching her arm around his neck, Poppy arched her back and pushed her breast into Branch's hand whilst grinding against his second hand and down onto his dick. Branch playfully nibbled on Poppy's lips as she did this, making her moan again to give Branch the opportunity as he swiftly stuck his tongue past her lips to coil with hers. And again, Poppy submitted very quickly as she languidly tangled her tongue with his to sensuously exchange saliva as she rocked her hips with Branch.

"Mmm, ah, mmmm, so good, ah" The pink troll managed to form the words between her steady moans, encouraging Branch more as she cupped her second hand over her top and over the hand his hand beneath it. Poppy stared back at Branch as she rocked her hips with his, a loving passion in her gaze that made Branch press into her more, made him touch her more.

Branch's lips pulled away from Poppy's again, once more due to air being needed, and she panted with a flushed face whilst moaning a little louder as Branch pulled his hand from under her top to hold her hips steady. This was followed by him transitioning his motions from steady rocking to full thrusts into her slick pussy, and The Pop Queen chewed her lip again as she arched her back from the feeling of Branch hitting deeper into her.

"Not too loud. Remember, Viva is on the other side of the wall" Branch playfully teased his girlfriend as she moaned louder, eyes fogging over with pleasure as Poppy gazed at him through the mist. "Then keep me quiet with your mouth, keep kissing me" Poppy whined and Branch chuckled a smirk he leaned closer, making Poppy purse her lips before she whined again as the teal troll pulled back.

"Kiss me" The Pop Queen practically begged, leaning closer so Branch didn't even have to close much distance as she'd meet him halfway. But Branch didn't lean in just yet, first he gave a sharp thrust and Poppy's eyes widened and mouth fell open to exclaim...and only here did he clamp his mouth over hers. Branch muffled her exclamation with his mouth as he thrusts into Poppy with a little more speed but never getting too rough to change the description from making love to fucking. Because that was what he was doing.

Albeit with playful intent, Branch was making love to Poppy right now, making use of the poor weather by enjoying time with his girlfriend. Poppy saw by the look in Branch's eyes that this was his intention, it made her heart flutter but also her loins heat up. Then again, maybe it was due to him thrusting into a sweet spot that drew Poppy's up to the edge, making her tug Branch into a deeper kiss to keep her cry of climax down as Viva was in the next room.

But his priorities laid in the fact Poppy was cumming, her juices splashing on his cock as the pink troll moaned into hid mouth. Branch kept thrusting to, never ceasing his movements as he wanted to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible. This, combined with the fact Branch were still rubbing her clit throughout all of this, and Poppy's body quaked with heat and pleasure as she came.

The teal troll did eventually pause, only when his girlfriend's orgasm finally subsided and she needed a moment to catch her breath. Branch released her mouth from his, watching the panting expression on her face as Poppy had her head tilted back to gaze at Branch. Poppy reached her hand to cup his face, whispering his name through ragged breaths before she bit her lip as she pondered over the idea that had come to mind. Poppy had a look of nervous excitement in her eyes and that intrigued Branch as he asked what she was thinking about, Poppy took a moment to reply.

"Pull out a moment" The pink troll whispered and Branch obliged, wondering what she was thinking as she wiggled her hips to slide her panties down her legs before kicking them out from under the sheets to be forgotten in the corner of the room at least until he was done. Then he felt Poppy grind herself against Branch again, rubbing her backside against him as Branch's dick was throbbing with the need to be inside her again.

"Stick it in need my ass" Poppy then breathed to Branch and he paused for a moment to let her words sink in, staring with pursed lips at his girlfriend as she smiled encouragingly at you. "Go on, stick it in" Poppy further coaxed him, rubbing her ass against his crotch as the teal troll bucked against her a little out of subconscious need. Then Branch reached down and guided himself to the suggested hole, looking Poppy in the eyes as Branch did so and she nodded her head whilst chewing her lip in that sexy way before her mouth fell agape as Branch did as Poppy said to and stuck it in her ass.

Poppy had to cover her mouth to keep her voice down, her ass being tighter meant she gripped down on Branch more and he had to be a little rougher. The teal troll still intended to be gentle, he still intended to keep this intimate, but Poppy had such a nice ass that he lost control of himself previous times he's done anal and he fucked her stupid. The memories of these times made Poppy's pussy wetter, making her reach down and finger her pussy as Branch started thrusting again into her ass.

There was so much pleasure for her to feel now; with a finger buried inside herself, The Pop Queen rocked herself back against Branch's dick as he pumped it into her ass. And for he, Branch again had one hand on her chest but his second slid down from her waist to squeeze her ass whilst he were thrusting. Branch was doing his best to remain gentle still, restraining himself and only using as much force to keep a steady pace, and Poppy was loving every minute of it.

By this point, they both had stopped caring about the abysmal weather outside. In fact, the only thing he used the rain for was to time his thrusts as the pitter patter of the rain made a surprisingly good metronome but even then Branch paid it little mind. This is because all he really cared about right now was Poppy, and Branch knew he could make her feel even better whilst still restraining himself to being gentle.

"I'm going to lean into you a little more, roll you onto your stomach" Branch leaned to whisper to her and Poppy looked back at you with pleasure-glazed eyes and an inquisitive moan before she found herself in the position he stated. Poppy didn't mind being pushed prone, nor did she mind Branch climbing on top of her. Ironically enough this was a position he usually ended up in when he fucks her anally, mostly because Poppy buries her face in the pillow to muffle her shouts of pleasure and obscene demands for more, many explicative would be used.

But Branch still wasn't fucking her; instead he pressed down into her, leaning into her shoulder and kissing her neck as his thrusts himself into her. Poppy did pull a pillow in front of her to lean into, though her moans were obviously more subdued than usual. The teal troll was still gentle, hands pressed into the pillow by her head as Branch thrust into her ass, hard enough to keep a pace but not rough enough to constitute fucking.

"How does it feel, Poppy" Branch asked between his thrusts, her moans being enough encouragement but still she replied with a muffled voice that it felt good. "So good, don't stop!" The Pop Queen moaned and he chuckled, pressing into her again as Branch gently rocked her against the bed. "I love how it feels. "The Pop Queen then moaned a little louder as she lifted her head from the pillow, tilting her head back to look up at Branch with the slightest bit of drool at the corner of her mouth.

"Kiss me again." Poppy whined needily and Branch again chuckled before joining his lips, dancing them together as Branch kept rocking Poppy against the bed. The survivalist was enjoying her tight ass very much, the way Poppy gripped down on him always drove Branch, but he kept control of himself. Even as Branch had his girlfriend pinned in a Pronebone, Branch didn't bone her, even as he leaned into her shoulder whilst colliding his pelvis against her ass, creating the noise of clapping skin, hr kept control.

Even as Poppy was drooling from the pleasure of having Branch dick in her ass, she still had a loving gaze in her eyes as she gazed back at Branch from her peripheral vision. The Pop Queen saw the pleasure on Branch's face as well, the strain in his expression as she then felt his dick throb, she knew he was close.

"Cum in me." The Pop Queen's voice drew Branch's attention and she lifted his head back to look down at her. "Cum in my ass. "Poppy's voice came out as a whine again as she leaned into the pillow, pushing her backside up against Branch and he leaned to her ear, whispering her name and Poppy glanced his way.

I love you." The teal troll said and Poppy lifted her head back to say she loved him only to grit her teeth as Branch gave a sharp thrust before cumming in her ass. Poppy's gritting teeth slowly morphed into a grin, drool seeping from the corner of her lips again before she reached up and tugged Branch down to kiss her once more and their lips danced together, tongues joining and tangling in a sensuous tango throughout the duration of his own orgasm.

When Branch finished cumming, he slowly rolled onto his side whilst still being embedded in Poppy's tight ass. The teal troll wrapped both of his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him and Poppy snuggled back, grinding a little to make Branch growl into her ear and she shuddered at the noise before feeling his chin on her shoulder and she sighed happily at being so close to him.

"I love you too." The Pop Queen then reciprocated the line Branch said to her and he kissed her cheek before laying with her. The rain was still drumming down outside, the air still being brisk but at the same time, Poppy didn't mind as Branch was just so warm.

"Can we stay like this for a bit longer?" The Pop Queen then asked and he chuckled, replying that Branch wouldn't mind doing that. "I don't have anything else to do today, and I like being this close to you." Branch told her, spooning Poppy and she enjoyed being in his arms, still feeling his dick in her ass. The Pop Queen wiggled against Branch, giggling at his lustful growl before turning her head back to look Branch in the eyes, pulling his hand to cup her breast as she whispered for Branch to touch her some more as they laid together.

"Keep me warm." Poppy whispered as she started pecking the corner of Branch's mouth. "Touch me some more" she continued as she kept kissing the corner of his mouth. "Then later, when Viva goes out, maybe you could fuck my ass?" The Pop Queen spoke in a more inquisitive manner. "Unless you have anywhere else to go, or anything else to do. "She added at the end, and Branch chuckled again as he whispered that Branch already said he had nothing else to do.

"Only you." The teal troll then playfully whispered as he nibbled on her ear lobe and Poppy giggled before nuzzling into him some more. "I love you." Poppy cooed and he leaned to her ear. "I love you too." Branch reciprocated, kissing her cheek before just laying with her.

The two of them laid there together, listening to the drumming rain but unbothered by the chilly air. They had no reason to get up right now, but all the more reason to stay in bed.

Chapter 35: Just A Taste

Summary:

A horny and tied up Branch vs A teasing Poppy make the best team.

Branch whined and craned his head up, lapping at the pussy in front of his face even as he worked to follow it up, hands tied to the headboard and she was kneeling up just a little too far….

“Ah, poor boy, can’t reach?”

Poppy's voice was honey sweet, teasing. Branch flopped back against the bed, tugging at the ropes around his wrist, and tried not to drool all over himself at the sight of her straddling his chest. Right there. So fucking close. Not quite close enough. Her plush pink and wet slick lips bared between spread thighs.

The Pop Queen looked back over her shoulder at him. Branch's cock was hard and aching, twitching against his stomach where she had been laying a trail of kisses down, promising him more, promising him her lips around his cock. Honestly, Branch would take either set of lips at this point.

Her skin was smooth and touched golden, thighs toned and ass fucking perky right in front of his face. There were so, so many things that Branch wanted to do to her. If he had his hands free. Honestly he could slip the bonds any time he wanted but there was something about the way Poppy controlled him, it was in her voice more than in the way she tied him up.

The teal troll just wanted to be good for her. To be enough. For once in his life. To be good. To be wanted.

“C’mon, just let me have a taste….”

Poppy laughed at him, cruelly, her pink hair tumbling over graceful shoulders as she rolled her back and presented herself. Showing off. Dangling a treat in front of him. Branch was a few seconds away from slipping his ropes when Poppy scooted back more and dropped on his face. In a single motion she just sat on him, near suffocation, but Branch was more than happy to finally get all of what he wanted.

Shoving his face up into the slit between her legs, he lapped and sucked at any bit of flesh that was near enough to his mouth. Teasing and toying and trying out every inch that might make her gasp and squirm, with feel alone he found his way along her slick pussy until he got the nub of her clit in his mouth and then Branch did not let go.

Even when her plush mouth swallowed him down. When she worked her tongue along the shaft of his cock and flicked over the head. When she braced her hands on his hips and started bobbing on him like it was a race.

Oh, Branch could race, he could play that game. Hands curling in to fists, bound, he wanted to run them over the smooth taut muscle of Poppy's hips but all he could do was tug, whimper, push his nose up against her, lick a stripe from her clit to her ass. Swipe the broad flat of his tongue up there against the tight picker of muscle. Listen to her gasp and feel her still on top of him like she hadn’t expected that. Rim his tongue around the curl of muscle. Close his lips around it. Suck.

Poppy shuddered on top of him. She rolled her hips and pushed against his face as she sunk her mouth on his cock deeper, deeper, until the smooth clench of her throat fluttered around him and Branch was too far gone to care if Poppy would ride him tonight he just needed, needed the assurance of the pleasure he could bring her, needed to feel her coming hot and wet against his face.

His jaw ached but her taste was heady and bitter on his tongue, lapping between the drenched wet of her pussy and the tight ring of her ass, The teal troll slicked his tongue against her and tugged, nipped, sucked against everything he could until Bela was quaking and dripping wet against him.

Even though he still wanted Poppy to turn around and ride him, Branch still couldn’t help it when he shoved his hips up, up, into the wet suction of her mouth and came gasping against her thigh with eyes squeezed shut.

The Pop Queen smirked at him, having moved down against his belly, she sighed and rolled her shoulders and dragged the wetness of her sex against the flushed taut skin of his belly.

“You gonna let me go now?”

Poppy's grin was wide and sharp, “If I let you out, are you going to behave?"

Branch smirked at her. "No, I'm going to make sure that you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow."

Poppy immediately untied him.

Chapter 36: Body Language

Summary:

Once Branch reads her body language, it's all over for Poppy.

The night had ended as it normally had. Poppy and your lover had finished a delicious meal (which Branch were really proud of), and he had picked the movie this time, which they both watched snuggled together on the couch. It was one of Poppy's favorites, and as she watched the movie and the makeout scene came upon them, the pink girl could feel herself become more and more aroused, watching the lead actress get pressed against the wall by her handsome co-star. They stayed like that through the rest of the movie, and even through the cold shower she thought that she needed.

When Poppy came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel, the teal troll had just pulled off his clothes, as he normally slept in just his underwear. The sight of his practically bare body sent off alarms in Poppy's brain, and she quickly turned away.

“S-Sorry!”

Branch looked at Poppy confused; she had seen him this way before, so why was she apologizing for seeing him now? The teal troll chuckled a bit, brushing it off, and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around Poppy's towel-clad waist.

“What’s there to be sorry about? I always sleep like this, you know that.”

Branch placed a gentle kiss on the curve of her shoulder, causing Poppy to tremble gently in response. He was always really keen when it came to her body language, so when he felt her tremble slightly in his arms, he knew that something was up. Branch smirked a little and continued to kiss along Poppy's shoulder, his arms wrapping tighter around her middle.

“Hmmm? Is something troubling my sweet little dove?~”

Branch ran one of his lean hands underneath her towel and felt her hot, smooth skin. The teal troll smiled a bit and brought his mouth to her ear, speaking in low tones.

“Could it be that you’re eager for me?~ You want me to touch you, don’t you?”

The Pop Queen could feel her face flush with heat at his smooth voice whispering in her ear, his words sending shots of endorphins through her body.

“B-Branch...”

“I certainly can’t leave you like this~”

With fluid, swift movements, he pulled the towel from Poppy's nude body and laid her back on the bed. Branch leaned over her body, kissing down her neck, through the valley of her breasts, over her hips and down to her already moist womanhood, his hands running over her form all the while. He knelt down and spread Poppy's legs, despite her embarrassed pleas for him to stop. The teal troll knew that she didn’t mean them. The way her skin flushed each time he kissed her body and the way Poppy arched her hips upward proved it, not to mention her slick sex that was in front of him.

With a soft hum, Branch leaned forward, dragging the tip of his tongue against Poppy's sensitive lips, his hands keeping her legs open with ease. The teal troll ran a hand over Poppy's skin to her cunt, parting her folds with his fingers as he licked up and down each side of her with the flat of his tongue. Branch refused to touch her sensitive clit, not just yet. He wanted Poppy to earn that.

Branch teasingly pressed the tip of his tongue against Poppy's wet entrance, her hopes of him tongue fucking her growing. But he didn’t; he ran his tongue over her dripping pussy, lapping up her sweet nectar and allowing soft groans of enjoyment to escape his throat. Hearing Poppy's whines and gasps of pleasure made him shiver in the best way, and Branch decided that she had been such a patient girl.

“God, you taste so sweet. I could go on for hours~”

The teal troll licked up to her clit, wrapping his arms under and around her thighs to keep her held in place, and closed his lips around the small bud, sucking on it gently. Holy hell, did it feel good. The Pop Queen's hands flew to his hair, gripping it in fistfuls as Branch went about his work, making sure that Poppy didn’t get a single chance to rest. Branch parted his lips and circled Poppy's clit with his tongue in fast, tight circles. When he felt that she had waited long enough, he licked back down her pussy, Poppy's juices collecting on his tongue, and pressed his tongue into her small wet hole.

It was torturous to Poppy how slow he started off, pressing the pink muscle in and out, in and out at a slow pace. That didn’t last long, and Branch picked up his pace, moving his tongue deeper and faster into her greedy hole, hitting the sweet spot inside Poppy with the tip of his muscle. The teal troll brought his hand around to rub her clit, up and down, in fast movements. The way Poppy squirmed and gripped his hair like a lifeline was so utterly pleasing to him.

Poppy's hips arched upward when she finally came undone. The Pop Queen cried out his name as she felt her orgasm hit her like a train, rendering her practically immobile. As Poppy started to cool down from the high, Branch licked up every last drop of Poppy's juices as he could before looking up at her, her love nectar glistening a bit on his chin.

“Don’t get too comfortable. It’s time for round two~”

Chapter 37: Golden Hour

Summary:

A nap and kisses in a field of golden flowers on a summer day almost as perfect as the girl Branch holds in his arms.

“Branch.”

The sun was warm on his face, and Poppy was warm against his side. He didn’t want to open his eyes for fear it was a dream and she would vanish if he looked.

“Branch.”

The teal troll squeezed his eyes shut tighter. Had they really been out frolicking in a field for the whole afternoon, or was it just his imagination? Had he really won the heart of the love of his life, or was that something he told himself to feel better about his miserable life?

“Branch, wake up or I’m leaving you here in the grass and taking the dune huggy home with me.”

Branch couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Opening his eyes to her disapproving scowl, he chuckled softly and sat up to nuzzle into her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I’m up.”

“Pushy Pants.” He smiled into her hair, laying kisses against her jawline.

“If I’m such an pushy pants, why’d you bother falling in love with me?”

The Pop Queen leaned back to look in his eyes, hands linked behind his neck. “Maybe I have pitifully low standards.” But she was smiling, and even the picturesque pink-and-orange horizon behind her was nowhere close to comparing with the look on her face when she looked at him.

Reluctantly, they stood to head home, Branch tasked with rolling up and packing the red checkered picnic blanket into the Dune Huggy old and Poppy stowing the picnic basket on the floor in the back. Branch drove the truck down the dusty country road, golden flowers bobbing outside the open windows. It felt like they had spent a lifetime rolling around in the grass before lying on the blanket, warmed by the sun, and falling asleep in each other’s arms, all responsibility defeated by a perfect summer day.

Poppy's feet were propped up on the dashboard, and if it had been anyone else, Floyd or John Dory even, Branch would be giving them an earful, but stealing glances at her from the road, he couldn’t bring himself to deliver a reprimand. Besides, if they were going to get married someday, they were going to have to learn to compromise on annoying personal habits. Not that Branch had been thinking about it or anything.

“You know what that does to me, right? You need to stop looking like a supermodel all the time, ‘Poppy.” The teal troll looked over to see her throw her head back with a laugh, and he wanted to let the steering wheel go, damn the consequences, and whisk her away in his arms to a place where he could hear that laugh every day and see Poppy smile every night.

“I can’t help it if I look amazing,” The Pop Queen replied, flipping a lock of pink hair over her shoulder. Poppy knew exactly what she did to him, he could see it in her eyes.

Oh, shuck it, Branch was down so bad.

The teal troll brought the truck to a stop, got out of his seat and walked around to open her door, then pulled her into a deep kiss. Poppy kissed him back with just as much fervour and stumbled out of the dune huggy, pushing him backwards into the tall grass. His hands were on her hips, and her fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into her arms. The press of her lips moved from his to travel down his neck, across his collarbone, back up to his jaw.

One of his hands went up to cradle her head, the other straying to the small of her back, pulling her closer, and she let out a soft, blissful sigh against his skin — a knife to the chest would have been more merciful. Poppy was anything and nothing he had ever known and everything, and her touch became his whole world.

The Pop Queen burned like a star in the slowly fading light, her heart thumping a steady, quick beat against his, and he could have sworn the summer warmth had supercharged her to glow like something celestial, the moon itself fallen from the sky into his arms. Branch held her for what felt like hours, feeling her fingers trace circles against the back of his hand, and he could only conclude that she had some kind of temporal power that made seconds feel like days. They lay among the yellow-topped flowers as the sun slipped away to rest, chests rising and falling in unison.

Poppy's face was tucked against his neck, and Branch felt the soft puffs of her breath as she said, “Oh, I made you miss the sunset.”

“Well, technically you could argue that I instigated it, so actually I made myself miss the sunset.” Branch shifted so his head rested against hers. “Besides, I’d rather be with you anyway. You’re more beautiful.” Her cheeks pinking, Poppy smiled then, a true smile, a supernova with no one to bear witness but him, and he whispered, “You’re my golden hour.”

The Pop Queen kissed him again, and he couldn’t imagine being loved by her and not thinking he was the luckiest person in the entire galaxy.

Eventually she stood and dragged him back to the abandoned vehicle — still blasting the latest top pops hits from its radio — and they set out back home. “For real this time. No getting distracted by my shining beauty,” Poppy said, and he laughed.

“It’s your fault for being purposely distracting,” Branch retorted.

“Guilty as charged.” She grinned slyly across at him. “But it paid off.”

The teal troll watched her change the channel and sing along to the songs she recognised on the radio and making up lyrics to the ones she didn’t, joining in as the stars started to peek out from the dark folds of the night sky.

“How are we gonna explain to my dad where we were and why we’re home so late?” Poppy asked at the start of the road to her house.

“Hmmm.” Branch leaned back in his seat, slowing the vehicle to a crawl slower than a mail snail. “We’ll tell them I had an encounter with an angel who led me into fields of gold. It’s mostly true,” he added lightly when she scoffed.

Poppy rolled her eyes but smiled fondly, leaning across to put her head on his shoulder, and Branch found he wouldn’t mind if he spent the rest of his life devoting it to seeing that smile as often as he could.

Chapter 38: Making a Mess

Summary:

Branch eats Poppy out until she ends up a huge mess.

“Branch —”

Poppy sucks in a shaky breath as a flat tongue runs from her entrance to her clit, and she whine as Branch hooks his arms under her thighs to bring her pussy flush against his mouth—his reading glasses thrown off somewhere in the midst of the couple kissing so deeply on their way from the couch to the bed—and he spits on her clit, making her cunt pulse.

“You’re always so wet when you drink juice,” The teal troll groans against Poppy, his mouth covering her entire pussy as his jaw goes to work, sucking and eating her out like he's starved.

Just the way Poppy like it when he's this tipsy—the spiked punch making her pleasantly warm, mixed with how his tongue and mouth feel on her.

It’s like she's drowning in a pool of liquid heat as Branch makes out with her cunt, his tongue dipping in and running through her pillowy folds, and all Poppy can do is lay there and take it with her toes curling and her fingers digging in his hair.

It’s funny when she really think about it.

One would think that Branch —of all trolls —would be against this.

Grossed out by it, even.

But he’s the complete opposite with her in bed and behind closed doors.

He’s fucking dirty—uncaring of how messy he gets as her fluids gush onto his face as the teal troll fucks her with his tongue, eating her pussy and licking her clit like it’s honey flavored.

Branch even likes it more when a she's fucking herself back—riding his face—making his eyes roll back, eyebrows furrowed, and a groan being muffled against her soft pussy.

Branch may be a neat freak but he really doesn’t care about the way his chin gets drenched from her juices—not when it means he can hear Poppy moan so pretty for him, and feel her plush thighs squeeze around his head.

He’s so intoxicated by having his hot tongue in her cunt that he finds himself growing light-headed—his bulge growing and pre-cum leaking against his sweatpants as Branch licks and licks until Poppy's cumming on his tongue, moaning his name as she bucks her hips into his face.

“Oh god—Branch, ‘ts too much now—”

Branch hears Poppy.

Very loud and clear.

But he doesn’t stop.

Branch doesn’t stop giving the pink troll's poor, puffy little clit kitten licks as she's crying from the overstimulation.

He doesn’t stop holding onto Poppy's thighs right where they are—keeping her pussy close to his mouth so that he can lap Poppy up, not wanting to waste a single drop of her fluids drooling everywhere.

“You’re okay,” His voice is rough, and his eyes move up to look at Poppy's body—taking in the way her chest is rising and falling with quick breaths, her nipples are hard and waiting also to be sucked on—and Branch gives her sopping cunt one long, wide glide of his wet tongue from bottom to top. “Just give me one more, baby. Just one.”

Instead, it’s never only one more.

Once he’s in this position with his stomach flat on the bed and comfortably lying in between The Pop Queen's legs—

Branch doesn’t intend to stop anytime soon.

Poppy tastes too good that it was incredibly intoxicating.

She feels too warm.

And the sound she makes is so damn needy and pretty for him.

Poppy whined, a sob escaping her, and she shakes her head. “Branch —please—”

But then Poppy's words die with a gasp when she feels him nip the curve of the skin of where her cunt and inner thigh meet—and she lets out a ragged exhale, his voice thick and smooth as Branch kisses Poppy's thigh.

“I’m sorry, baby,” The Pop Queen feels so dizzy from the heat that she throws an arm over her forehead, panting as the pink troll feels two of Branch's fingers strum her dripping folds before spreading them apart, glistening and throbbing. “You know I can’t help it.”

The teal troll doesn’t let Poppy say anything else, though.

Not when he immediately dives back in to prod his tongue into her tight walls, flexing and curling it to bring Poppy back to that hot, buzzing ache in her belly.

And he keeps her folds open for him to get drunk on—sucking and licking and nipping while his nose bumps against Poppy's clit, feeling his hairs tickle her things as Branch gets Poppy to orgasm again.

And again.

And again—

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Branch!”

Branch gets his tongue all worked up, mouth open and thumb rubbing Poppy's swollen clit until she's cumming for the fourth time like this—fluids squirting on his face as she abused and soaked cunt spasms, his name on her tongue as the pink troll crying, and Branch drinks it all up like he’s needy for her taste.

“Such a good pussy, baby,” Branch sucks on her clit with obscene suction noises, making tears stream down Poppy's cheeks as a few more spurts of liquid squirt out of her—The Pop Queen's so fucking overstimulated—and his face is a mess at this point, too.

When Branch eventually does pull away—his lips are swollen and shiny—The Pop Queen doesn’t even have it in her to force any of her limbs to move anymore.

Poppy's so fucked out and Branch hasn’t even put his cock inside of her yet.

“You took it all so well for me.”

The teal troll looks down at Poppy's body—so sweet and perfect—and he can’t help but smile at the little mess he’s made between her delicious legs.

Branch then unties the strings to his sweatpants as he sits back on his knees, his dick throbbing to feel Poppy's pussy swallow him, and once his thick cock bounces free—

He gives her pussy a slap—his palm against it with a harsh sting—making Poppy whimper in pleasure, then he cups his hand over Poppy as some way to soothe her tired cunt.

“I just need you to lie there and be pretty for me now, okay baby?”

Chapter 39: Birthdays Aren't So Bad

Summary:

Branch thinks his birthday is a waste of time but deep down he doesn't mind.

The air was still, but nice. It was soothing, though there was very little wind. It was nice and warm on the skin, but not overbearing, and it was easy to relax.

 

Poppy didn’t move when she heard footsteps, closer and closer.

 

“So, how have you been today?”

 

Branch stared down at Poppy for a moment before sighing, his shoulders slumping. “It’s been annoying.”

 

The Pop Queen smiled in amusement at this. “So you haven’t enjoyed your day with the others? I wonder what they could’ve done.”

 

Branch moved his gaze from the pink troll and out to the garden instead, taking in a slow breath. “They were a bother.”

 

“That’s mean.”

 

“Are you comfortable?”

 

The Pop Queen actually looked up at him at this, but shuffled around in her spot to make sure she was. With an inviting smile she let her lap. “Sure am.”

 

Branch quietly got down on the bench beside her, shifting and slowly laying his head down on Poppy's lap. He closed his eyes the moment her fingers carded through his hair.

 

“Did the birthday boy not have fun? That’s a shame.”

 

The teal troll huffed at Poppy's stifled laugh. “Birthdays aren’t particularly that exciting. They’re bothersome and annoying.”

 

“Surely they weren’t that bad,” Poppy mused, rubbing her fingers into his scalp, watching his face fondly. “They mean well.”

 

Branch was quiet for a moment, contemplating this.

 

“I didn’t say it was bad. I said they were annoying.”

 

With a pleased hum at his response, Poppy looked back out into the garden, admiring the plants that decorated the area.

Chapter 40: What He Wants

Summary:

Branch is desperate for Poppy's love but he needs to speak up about it.

“Come on, Branchifer can’t give you what you want unless I know you really need it.”

The teal troll stared up at Poppy, face all warm and blotchy, a pretty blush swarming along his skin out of sheer embarrassment and the constant throbbing of his cock. Branch was on his knees, hands grasping at Poppy's thighs to get her to go easy on him, to let him get up off his achy knees and pathetic position.

But no, of course Poppy wouldn’t let up, he needed this, he needed someone to take over control and force him into submission— and that troll was Poppy

So, like any good, obedient troll, he was going to have to beg for it.

“Cat got your tongue, hm?” The Pop Queen's brows raised, a faux look of disappointment flashing across her pretty features. “Really thought you were gonna be my good boy tonight, Branch.”

Oh no. Branch. The Pop Queen only called him that when she was really disappointed, his full name uttering off her lips in a huff and a scowl, annoyed that he wasn’t complying to her commands.

He had to fix that.

“N-no!” The teal troll rushed out, reaching up and pressing his cheek into Poppy's tummy, hands encircling her full hips when he breathed out. “I want to be good.”

His speech came out as a mumble, hard to hear, muffled too by the fabric of Poppy's dress in his face, so she took a handful of his hair, tugging his face back and urging Branch to look up at her— into her eyes.

“Speak up.”

“I want to be good— for you,” Branch said, much louder that time, eyes pleading Poppy to coo at him as if she was proud.

A small smile graced her lips and she let go of his hair to cup at his cheek, rubbing her thumb along the sharp line of his jaw and cheekbone, over and over, soothing him just a little and letting his eyes flutter shut.

“I know you do,” The Pop Queen replied, “and you are.”

Branch let out a shaky breath. His cock was painful, tenting the crotch of his shorts, a little wet spot forming where his tip was resting, pre-cum already saturating him and Poppy hadn’t even played with him yet.

There was a part of him that felt wrong for how pliable Branch had become, how soft and submissive he was around Poppy — a troll like him, of his status, should crave dominance inside the bedroom just like how he would outside of it.

But it was just so easy to let go, to submit and fall apart.

Branch desired attention and praise— Poppy's attention and praise.

Branch swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing and eyelids squeezing shut, he lifted up the skirt of Poppy's dress slightly, bunching it up around her thighs.

“Can I taste you?” The teal troll muttered, looking up at Poppy before shuffling closer so his nose grazed against her clothed cunt.

Poppy raised her eyebrow at him, waiting for that certain word.

“Please?” It was almost a whine, nosing at the wet spot on Poppy's underwear, the tip of his tongue swiping along it, just for a little preview of the real thing.

The Pop Queen ran her fingers through his cropped hair, scratching at his scalp the way she knew Branch liked, cooing down at him.

“Go ahead, sweet boy. I'm all yours.”

Chapter 41: One More Chapter

Summary:

Branch reads Poppy a bedtime story before they go to bed.

“ He was a lovely boy, clad in skeleton leaves and the juices that ooze out of trees; but the most entrancing thing about him was that he had all his first teeth. when he saw she was a grown-up, he gnashed the little pearls at her.”

Branch places his finger on the next page and closed the book, the sound of Poppy's slow, soft breaths filling the now otherwise silent room. The teal troll smiles down at where she lays perpendicular to him, her head resting in his lap. Branch uses his free hand to gently run his fingers through her pink curls. The touch causes Poppy to stir slightly.

“Mmm, one more chapter,” The Pop Queen says, though her eyes are still shut and she makes no effort to move. Branch laughs.

“I’m afraid i can’t, love,” Branch says. “you’ve already fallen asleep on me.” The Pop Queen turns over onto her back and frowns up at him.

“Fine,” The Pop Queen says. “i guess we'll call it a night, then. turn off the lights for me?” Branch nods. Poppy sits up as he slides out of bed, walking across the room to turn the light switch down. When he turns back around, Poppy is already under the covers and lying back against her pillow. The teal troll walks back towards the bed and gets under the covers as well. Once he does, Poppy slides towards him, resting her head against his chest. The Pop Queen dozes back off so quickly, she forgets to wish Branch goodnight. The teal troll only smiles and shakes his head at the realization, kissing her on the forehead. her nose scrunches as his lips tickles her skin, and Branch almost wishes he had a camera to capture the adorable expression.

“Sweet Dreams, Poppy,” Branch whispers in her ear. Poppy, of course, says nothing back, but the way she seems to side in closer, lazily throwing an arm across Branch's torso, is answer enough.

Chapter 42: Poppy's Good Morning

Summary:

Branch is tempted to wake Poppy up with a kiss in the morning.

Branch and Poppy had finally spent the night together as a couple, and it was everything they had hoped for. As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, Branch woke up first and lay there watching Poppy sleep soundly. The teal troll couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed with emotion.

He leaned in close to her, wanting to wake her up with a gentle kiss. But just as his lips were about to touch hers, he hesitated. Branch was suddenly overcome with embarrassment and didn't know if it was the right thing to do.

Poppy, sensing his hesitation, opened her eyes and looked at him with a sweet smile on her face. "Well, if you won't do it, I will," The Pop Queen said, leaning in to give him a kiss.

Branch's heart skipped a beat as their lips met, and he couldn't help but feel grateful that Poppy was so understanding and patient with him. They spent the rest of the morning cuddled up in bed, talking about their future together and making plans for their next date.

It was a perfect start to a new chapter in their relationship, and Branch knew that he was lucky to have found someone like Poppy who accepted him and loved him for who he was. He couldn't wait to see what the future held for them as long as he was with Poppy.

Chapter 43: Bed Chem

Summary:

Poppy took one look at Branch and assumed that they have really good Bed Chem

Poppy could see the lustful look in Branch's blue orbs as he seized her wrist and pulled her into his lap, spreading her legs apart and wrapping them around his waist. One hand moved up her leg, feeling her soft, smooth skin as he pushed the fabric of her nightgown up, exposing her thigh. Keeping her magenta eyes on her lover, Branch stayed still as he loosened the tie that kept her hair in a Ponytail. The Pop Queen shook her head, letting her pink locks fall to the expanse of her shoulders.

The hand that loosened her hair moved down to the collar of her nightgown, opening the fabric and exposing her breasts to his gaze. Branch then proceeded to loosen her sash and then pushed her nightgown off of her, the fabric falling to the floor. Placing one hand on her back and the other on her rear, Branch immediately brought her forward, sealing his lips against hers in a lust-filled, passionate kiss. When she opened her mouth for him, he slid his tongue inside the cavern, the organ ravishing every inch. The teal troll swallowed the moan that escaped her throat when he slapped her rear, followed by a squeeze.

Poppy's hands found the collar of his own pajamas, opening it up and pushing it off his shoulders, slowly exposing his muscular physique. Branch pulled away from her lips to give her breathing time and proceeded to assault her neck with kisses. One of her hands found the back of his head, her fingers entwining in his short, ebony locks while numerous moans began parting from her lips.

From the base of her throat, Branch began a trail of kisses moving down her chest to the valley between her breasts. One hand moved to knead her breast and roll her nipple between his fingers while his mouth kissed her other breast. Poppy tilted her head back, arching her back slightly and not wanting him to stop.

The teal troll stopped just shy of her nipple to steal a glimpse of her face. The euphoric look that adorned her face turned him on; only he had the ability to bring that look, and he was thankful for it. Satisfied with what he saw, he enclosed her nipple around his lips, sucking and tugging on the bud.

“Branch…”

His name was more a breathy sigh than anything else, which only urged him on, his hand in sync with the rhythm of his lips. The hand on the back of his head clenched into a fist, tightly gripping his hair as she held him against her chest. The hand on her rear moved to her thigh and then to the junction between her legs, pushing two of his fingers into her entrance and stroking her core. Poppy's moaning grew louder to the point that the noise flooded the entire room, causing him to chuckle against her skin.

“You’ll wake everyone in the town at this rate.”

The Pop Queen's breathing had grown heavy by this point.

“I don’t really care. They’ll get over it.”

She felt him chuckle against her skin again.

“My naughty, sweet girl.”

Poppy's hands moved down to his pants, proceeding to pull the fabric down with him kicking them off once they reached his ankles. Branch then stood up, keeping her wrapped around his waist as he pinned her against the wall, ready to conquer her as he did many times in the past.

“Conquer me again, Branchifer.”

“I plan to do exactly that, Poppifer.”

With a grunt and one, rough thrust, Branch was inside her, dominating her with his moans mixing with hers. Kissing her hard and hungrily, he settled himself deep inside her, burying his face into the crook of her neck as he let himself relax. The Pop Queen kept her arms wrapped around his shoulders to steady herself, with him holding her to keep her shaky self from hitting the floor. The teal troll then pulled her away from the wall and went toward the bed, pulling back the blanket before gently laying her down. Branch then laid down beside her and pulled the sheet over them.

“Honestly, I’m never going to get enough of this, Branch ”

Poppy rolled over on her side so that she was facing him, her finger gently tracing the outline of his muscular physique.

“And I will never get enough of it either. Just like how I will never get enough of you, Poppy.”

A small smile formed on her lips.

“I’m not doing my job if I know you’re not getting enough of me.”

Branch turned his head to look at her.

“Then how about I prove that you are?”

The next thing she knew, Branch was on top of her once again, ready to dominate her, which she happily welcomed as he kissed her hungrily again.

Chapter 44: The Sheets

Summary:

What happens under the sheets stays under the sheets.

The early mornings were Poppy's favorite.

 

The ones where sun came creeping in, staining the sheets golden and warming their skin, where Branch's legs were tangled up with hers and his arms encircled her in the safest embrace she had ever known. The Pop Queen gaze into his blue eyes and see every galaxy that he had before kissing him, long and slow. His fingers would trace down the bare skin of Poppy's sides and leave goose bumps in their wake, always lingering more delicately than she could have imagined possible.

 

“Good morning, Poppifer.” The teal troll whispers. She’d run a hand through his tousled morning hair and marvel at the unruliness.

“Morning.” Never had she had been a morning person, but mornings were different when she woke up to two heart beats and his crooked smile. Mornings had become the highlight of her day.

Branch would often pull her in for another kiss and she’d press herself up against his body. They usually went slow, her hand creeping down to stroke him, her eyes drifting closed at the sound of his sigh.

Then he would touch her, long fingers circling and rubbing until her breathing hitched in her throat and she could not hold back the soft noises. If Poppy opened her eyes, Branch would have that little self-satisfied smirk on his face as he looked down at the pink troll.

Eventually they’d move on past the foreplay. Poppy would help Branch situate himself over her and then arc back into the mattress as he entered her, slow and gentle at first. His hips would rock faster as he got into rhythm and Poppy would rise up to meet him. Their eyes would not leave each other’s as their breathing caught onto the same frenzied rhythms.

Then that perfect moment hit where the warmth of everything caught fire inside her and the rest of the world fell away for several tiny eternities of pleasure.

They would collapse into one another after that, sweat sticking their skin together as breath was caught and the teal troll kissed along her jawline.

“I love you, Branchifer.” Poppy whispered as she traced the constellations of freckles that dotted his back.

“I love you, Poppy—“

They swear to get up but they just don't want to at the moment.

Chapter 45: Not Letting Them Go

Summary:

Branch wants to stay in bed with Poppy.

The first thing Poppy feels when she wakes up again is kisses to her cheek and hair as her back is being pulled to a warm bare chest.

The second was a pair of slightly cold hands sliding over her shoulders and through the arms of her tanktop to gently squeeze and fondle her breasts.

Poppy jumps at the cold but settles back against her husband with a giggle. “Did you miss me that much my love?”

“I always do my heart.” Branch replied with a kiss to her lips in greeting, and when she tried to roll over to give him better access he stopped her. “Forgive me, I have no interest in sex tonight, I just wanted to hold you. If you want me to stop...”

“It’s okay. Feel free to do whatever you like, this feels nice too.” The Pop Queen assured him with a smile as she relaxed against his chest.

And as Branch talked about the events of the day he ended up keeping his hands busy with a kneading motion against the soft flesh of her breasts, his hands warming up from his ministrations and by the time he had pulled his hands away, Poppy was basically a puddle in his arms.

“You don’t have to pull away, that feels wonderful..." Poppy mused with a smile as he crawled on top of her and felt a damp spot between her legs.

"Oh? It seems I riled you up a bit my love." The teal troll teased with a kiss to her jaw.

"Shut u-oh!" She exclaimed as she felt a deft hand press against the front of her smallclothes, teasing her through them.

The Pop Queen looked up at him in surprise as Branch smirked. "Now now, what kind of husband would I be if I didn't take care of my wife whenever she needed me?"

"But you said-"

The teal troll cut her off with a slow yet deep kiss. "I know my love, and I want to take care of you. I riled you up, let me take you the rest of the way?" Branch soothed as he pressed sweet kisses down her neck and chest, his hand still staying on top of the flimsy fabric and she sighed in bliss.

"Okay."

Branch grinned and with a simple tug the flimsy material slid off her long legs. "Oh my wife..." He mused with a sigh as he pressed kisses to her thighs and runs his fingers along her folds. "So wet and wanting, just for me..."

Poppy blushed and let out a soft moan as his fingers teased along her clit and opening, the movements slow and light and it was driving her mad. "Branch!!"

Two fingers immediately slipped inside and Poppy let out a sweet moan as Branch spread her open, his thumb moving to rub along her clit and further drive her closer to the edge. She cried out, her core ached and throbbed from the pleasure but it wasn't quite there and he knew it.

"Poppy..." His voice low and sweet whispered against her belly. "What can I do to get you there my love?"

The Pop Queen shivered, the motion of his teasing fingers felt divine but she did admit, she loved it when he used his mouth. "Your mouth...oh please my angel..."

"As you wish."

Branch's fingers slowed only for his lips to wrap around her swollen clit and give a tentative suck and her back arched. The two moving fingers soon became three and the pink troll writhed in pleasure as they thrust into her at a harsh pace as his lips and tongue teased and toyed with her clit with sweet abandon, occasionally letting his teeth graze against the swollen bud.

Oh once Branch started he did not stop unless she reached her high or was asked, and Poppy let herself drown in the pleasure, sweet moans and cries of his name echoing off the walls of their home as she ran her hands through his hair and along his ear.

The hand not thrusting within her found hers and held it as he worked harder and oh Branch I'm going to...

She must've said that out loud because Poppy heard a moan between her legs her and his hand and mouth pressed harder and faster against her, his non-verbal way of saying "Let go, I've got you."

And with a sweet sob of his name she came, her release leaving her sensitive and spent as Branch pulled away only to wrap his arms around her and Poppy felt him poking her backside and she giggled.

"Can I take care of you too?"

Branch just laughed softly and kissed her hair. "Maybe later my love. Right now just sleep. I love you."

"I love you too."

With that Poppy was fast asleep, wrapped in the warm afterglow of her high in the warmth and safety of her husband's arms.

Chapter 46: Can't Help But Love You

Summary:

More of Branch and Poppy's hard-core flirting.

Branch's arms wrapped around The Pop Queen's small frame tightly, not wanting to let her go. He tried not to hug her too hard, knowing that his strong arm could possibly hurt her. The teal troll looked down at her, a small smile on his face.

“You’re so beautiful…” Branch whispered in her ear as Poppy blushed.
“And you’re just so damn attractive…” The Pop Queen smirked as Branch smiled widely.
“You know I love you, right?” He asked her, lifting her up to carry her bridal style.
“I thought you hated me,” Queen Poppy smirked, playing fake sorrow as she looked into his eyes.
The teal troll let out a small chuckle as he pecked her forehead. “Of course I hate you.” Branch played a fake look of innocence as he looked sideways, then down at her.
“If you hate me, why are you carrying me?” The Pop Queen asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You want me to just drop you then?” Branch asked her, lifting her higher, then letting go of her. Before she could hit the ground he wrapped his arms around her again.
“Don’t you ever do that again!” The Pop Queen yelped as she lightly punched him in the arm.
“Hey, that hurt,” Branch gave her a fake frown as she smiled widely.
“Good. I wanted it too.” Her tone wasn’t harsh or rude, it was more of a squeak of victory.
“Well, sense you wanted it to hurt, maybe, just maybe, I should drop you…” His lips turned up and into a smirk as Poppy hurriedly gripped the back of his neck with her arms.
“You wouldn't!”
“Oh yes I would!” Branch laughed as he removed one of his hands from her back.

“Branchifer Please, you put your arm back so I don’t fall or no cuddling for a week!” The Pop Queen yelped as she gripped him tighter.
“Well, I don’t follow rules. Sucks to be you…” The teal troll smirked as he gave her a small kiss on the forehead, setting her back on the ground.
“You little rebel.” Queen Poppy chuckled as she pushed her finger onto his nose.
“I try my best.” The teal troll smiled at her, giving Poppy a small kiss on the lips.

Chapter 47: Sledding

Summary:

Poppy and Branch have fun sledding.

A slight veer to the left…half an angle to the right…one smidge back to the left…and the sled goes straight into a snowbank.

Branch emerges, spluttering and coughing out a mouthful of white powder, and summons his best glare at the figure bent-double with laughter in the short distance, “That doesn’t count!” he shakes himself off with as much dignity as possible, grabs the sled, and determinedly marches back up the hill, “That’s a do-over.”

“Oh, like the last three times were do-overs too, Branchifer?” it’s appallingly easy to lose a little bit of his annoyance to see the way pale daylight halos of Poppy's Ponytail and makes magenta eyes sparkle (or maybe that’s just her smile?) as she shakes her head, “Nice try. Branch now and I may consider forgoing our bet.”

“Hah!” it’s a little dramatic on his part (okay, it’s really dramatic), but The Teal Troll waves a hand through the air with a wild flourish and shakes his head, “Not happening, Poppy! I will win this bet even if it kills me.”

“Considering how many times you’ve dunked yourself in the snow, and you failed to dress for the occasion,” The Pop Queen gives an unnecessary once-over to his (admittedly) lacking attire, especially when compared to her own – but that’s an unfair comparison, because even if he did own the right clothes for this, there’s no way he can pull off the winter look like his girlfriend who makes snow boots and a ski jacket look fit for a runway, “that might be more of a prophetic statement than not.”

Branch's nose chooses that highly inconvenient moment to mandate an audible sniff, and he waves away Poppy's lifted eyebrow and knowing smirk. “’m fine.”

“…tell you what,” The Pop Queen shifts her weight slightly with a grin that seems more genuine than devious (for once), “I’m feeling the Christmas spirit, so new deal: you make the next trip down without a crash landing, the hot cocoa – with extra whipped cream – is on me.”

It doesn’t entirely sit well with his pride to admit defeat to their original agreement, by virtue of not being able to compete for anything in the first place, but pride is taking a back seat to the greater issue at hand: he’s wet, cold, and a steaming mug of hot cocoa with his favorite topping is a siren’s call that he just can’t refuse.

“Deal.” They shake on it, then Branch mounts the sled, angles it just a little differently, and drops down the hillside.

Chapter 48: Just a Little Fun

Summary:

Just Poppy and Branch Making Out in the kitchen.

"Just kiss me, you dummy"

 

The Pop Queen's voice was sharp and seductive, just the way Branch preferred. He does exactly what she says with no complaints or pauses in between.

 

They're in the kitchen this time, his hands all over her body and her deliberate fingertips swirling around within the sides of his short hair. It doesn't take long before smooth groans are leaving his lips, but Poppy pulls away from him.

 

The second she does, Branch reaches for her, the same desperation a child would have for a lost toy at the playground. His hands clutch to her waist as his smile shouts for more.

 

The Pop Queen won't award him the satisfaction though, Poppy never did, Branch always had to win it. Her smirk grew wide as she pulled off her top and tossed it beside the refrigerator, her eyebrow arching in devious challenge.

 

The teal troll did the same, his mouth ajar at the sight her beautiful body awarded him. Poppy ample but covered breasts could've drove him over the edge, had he allowed so. The minute his vest was shed, Branch was going back for more of her.

 

Poppy moved back however, her fingertips now dancing to the edge of her skirt. Whenever she tortured him like this, satisfaction ran throughout her body. The sexual prowess status power she held over Branch was the greatest turn on of all.

 

"Please, Poppy," The teal troll breathes, his eyes exploring her body. The dominance turned him on, but he needed her in that moment more than anything with nothing else to stand in the way, not even the cocky smirk she shot him.

 

Poppy sighs, as if pulling the skirt off is a chore. As if she doesn't want it as badly as she does. But the wet heat now soaking her panties doesn't lie. She needs him just as much as Branch needs her, the question is who can hide it better?

 

Branch unclasps the belt at his waist and unzips the zipper of his shorts the second he witnesses Poppy unhook her bra.

 

The Pop Queen tosses it casually with her skirt and Top, now posing against the kitchen counter. That damned smirk still sat at her lips, it wasn't going to sink until he gave in.

 

Branch wasn't going to run to her like some needy puppy dog, no, he was going to put up a fair fight until The Pop Queen pressed him to the point of no return. So, Branch stood in his boxers casually, waiting for her to push.

 

Just by the look he gave her, Poppy knew it was time to wage war. Her fingertips sat at the lacy band of her boy shorts, she tugged a bit, pulling them down to afford him a glance.

 

"So, should I mix you a drink and we can sit on the sofa, maybe watch some movies?". The Pop Queen's voice had the word tease laced in it. Her legs spread a bit as she pushed the panties away, kicking them aside as her glare hardened.

 

His desire was tough to combat, only growing harder as Branch stared at the glorious body that Poppy allowed him to worship.

 

The teal troll moved closer to her, eventually becoming an inch apart. His hand cradled her jaw as he pulled Poppy in, kissing her with as much passion as he could manage.

 

Whenever their mouths came in contact, it was like the world around them disappeared, they both saw fireworks, their kisses were practically electric

 

Poppy pulled away to smile at him, looking in the arched doorway to make sure no one was going to intrude.

 

Branch stared at her as The Pop Queen became more alert to their environment, not sure if she wanted to put a stop to it.

 

The doubts and assumptions stopped the moment her eyes reconnected with his. "You wanna do that again?".

 

Branch took her head in his hands and pulled in as close as possible, "Absolutely," he whispered feverishly before reapplying his lips.

Chapter 49: Head Over Heals

Summary:

Branch attempts to kiss Poppy but they end up bumping heads. He still gets to kiss her.

The golden hour settled gently over Troll Village, casting warm light through the leaves and bathing everything in that dreamy glow that made the world feel magical. Birds chirped soft melodies as a gentle breeze swayed the vibrant foliage. High in one of the treehouse platforms just beyond the main square, Branch and Poppy had slipped away from the post-Hug-Time Parade crowd to enjoy a little quiet time together.

Not that “quiet” was ever really quiet with Poppy.

“…and then Guy Diamond tried to crowd-surf but no one caught him because they thought it was a glitter cannon going off again,” Poppy was saying through a giggle, her eyes crinkled with joy. “Classic, right?”

Branch laughed, relaxing more with every moment. “Yeah, well, at least he didn’t explode this time.”

The two sat on a patch of soft moss overlooking the whole village. Below them, the rest of the Trolls were still laughing, dancing, and winding down from the celebration. But up here, it felt like the world had shrunk to just the two of them. Time slowed down.

Branch glanced sideways at Poppy. She had flower petals in her pink hair from the parade, and she didn’t seem to notice or care. That was Poppy—always in the moment. Always just… shining.

And in that moment, Branch knew: I have to tell her.

He cleared his throat. “Hey, Poppy?”

“Yeah?”

“I, uh…” He paused, swallowing nervously. “I really like hanging out with you.”

She beamed. “I like hanging out with you too, Branch. Ever since the whole Bergens thing, you’ve become way more fun. And honestly, your singing voice? Underrated.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “No, I mean, I like-like you.”

Poppy blinked. “Oh.”

“I've felt this way for a while, but I didn’t want to mess up our friendship or make things weird. I overthink stuff, you know?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah. You really do.”

Branch chuckled, heart pounding. “But I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel something when I’m with you. So I thought… maybe I’d try this.”

He leaned in. Carefully. Cautiously.

Poppy, still a little stunned, leaned forward too.

Then—BAM!

Their foreheads collided with an audible thud. Poppy gasped and toppled backward onto the moss. Branch staggered, eyes wide.

There was a beat of silence.

Then Branch burst out laughing. Like, real laughing. Big, hearty, uncontrollable laughter—the kind Poppy rarely saw from him.

“Branch!” she groaned, sitting up and rubbing her head. “What just happened?!”

He clutched his sides, still laughing. “We—oh my gosh—we just headbutted! I was going in for the kiss, and you moved at the exact same time! Boom! Full-on Troll whiplash!”

Poppy blinked. “Wait. You were kissing me?”

He froze, mid-chuckle. “Uh… yeah?”

She stared at him, cheeks slowly turning the same shade as her hair. “I had no idea.”

“Well, yeah, it was kind of a last-minute bravery situation.”

Poppy tilted her head, genuinely confused. “You’ve liked me this whole time?”

Branch sat down beside her, still catching his breath. “Yeah. For a while. You make things better, Poppy. Even when I’m in my grumpy gloom cave.”

Poppy’s heart skipped a beat. She looked at him—really looked at him—and realized that behind all the sarcasm and caution, there was a softness in his eyes that had always been there. She just hadn’t seen it for what it was.

“Well,” she said, brushing a leaf from her hair, “I guess if you’re going to kiss a girl, it’s good to start with knocking her out first. That way expectations are low.”

He snorted. “Want a redo? No injuries this time?”

She smirked. “Yeah, but let’s coordinate better.”

They leaned in again, slower now. Careful. Soft music floated up from the village below—a sweet melody from Cooper’s banjo—and the fading sun cast a dreamy light around them.

And this time, no bump.

Just a gentle, real kiss that made both of them forget the world for a moment.

When they pulled back, Poppy was smiling, eyes twinkling. “That was nice.”

Branch grinned. “Better than a concussion.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, and they sat there watching the stars blink into view—two hearts finally in sync.