Okay, I aplogize to everyone who has looked at this Broppy drabble and thought "What the Hell?" When I copied it from Google Docs, it looked great until I aparently saved it and the formatting went haywire. I couldn't understand why the reviews kept saying the story was confusing. This should fix it. Rated M for a reason!

Branch stomped through the succulent forest to the water's edge and sat down. "Why can't Poppy just listen to others? I know she wants to be a good queen, but queens listen to their subjects." He breathed a heavy sigh as he felt a song rolling around in his brain.

Poppy reached the edge of the forest. Branch was only a few feet away from her. She felt bad that they got into a fight and was coming to apologize. She started forward but abruptly stopped when she heard his beautiful voice.

"I know your favorite song. I hear it everyday. Whoever made your smile, made it to get in my way."

Poppy slipped behind the plant. She was surprised to hear him singing at all, let alone about her. She loved him deeply and began to blush at his words.

"And every time you laugh, you make that little sound. It's just the hardest thing. To love you but not know how."

Tears welled up in her eyes. How could she not have seen it?

"So I spend all my nights in the dark and afraid. 'Cause I've tried to forget you but these things just don't go away."

She felt her heart beginning to crack. Is that part of the reason why he lived in the bunker away from everyone? He was always paranoid about the Bergens, but did it go deeper?

"I hate that you're perfect, perfect for me. If I didn't know better, then I would believe we were made for each other, but I'd know the truth. You're no good for me, I'm no good for you."

The tears streamed down her face. "Oh Branch," she whispered. "We are good for each other."

"And I hate that you're perfect. You're perfect for me."

"You're perfect for me too," she whispered again as she wiped the tears off her face."

"What good are words when they always just get in our way. And it hurts the most just to know that you don't feel the same, the same. So sometimes I get down on my knees and I pray things will change. But life is what happens when things they don't work out our way, our way."

She felt her heart completely shatter at his words. Her hand covered her mouth as she sobbed. She did feel the same and needed his grumpy mood in her life. They were made for each other. He was the dark to her light. A spark went off in her brain as she remembered the rest of his words. He prayed that things would change. She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath as he finished his song and she devised a plan.

"So I spend all my nights in the dark and afraid, mm. 'Cause I've tried to forget you but these things just don't go away, away. I hate that you're perfect, perfect for me. If I didn't know better, then I would believe we were made for each other, but I'd know the truth. You're no good for me, I'm no good for you. And I hate that you're perfect. You're perfect for me. I hate that you're perfect. You're perfect for me"

The song echoed off the glass still water. He took another breath and hung his head. A rustling behind him caused his hypervigilance to go into overdrive. He sprang up and whirled around, a sharpened stick from his vest in his hand for defence. He dropped his hands to his side when he realized it was Poppy coming towards him.

"What is it this time, your highness?" His sarcastic words didn't deter her gait. He tried backing up from her approach but stepped into the lake. He glanced down at his wet feet and back up to find Poppy inches from his face. "Popp-" She pressed her lips to his puckered ones. He stood board stiff for a moment before wrapping one hand around her waist and the other behind her head.

Electricity shot through both trolls. They hungrily pulled at one another, trying to get as close as possible. After an eternity, they broke away for air. She stepped slightly back but not out of his grasp.

"That was amazing," Branch said as he opened his eyes. "Why did you do that?" She smiled brightly up at him.

"What good are words when they always just get in our way?" She watched his face drop as she repeated his words.

"How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough. You're wrong, you know." He narrowed his brows at her.

"And how exactly am I wrong?"

"We are good for each other. I need you to challenge and argue with me. You think through things when I decide on impulse. You need my bright and cheerful attitude. You're perfect for me too." He smiled and pulled her body flush against him. The kiss was meant to be sweet and chaste but quickly cascaded into heated and passionate.

"We should stop," Branch said as he pulled away from her soft lips. Poppy latched on to his neck, earning a moan from Branch.

"Why?" She asked through kisses.

"Because," he gritted as he tried to keep his composure. "You're the queen and should be married before you go further with someone." She pulled back and gave him a look.

"Not that I believe in that tradition. But if it means that much to you, marry me." His eyes widened

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. We need each other. We make the perfect pair. Please marry me?" He pulled her roughly against him into a passionate kiss. "Is that a yes?" She asked when they parted. He let out a chuckle.

"Of course that's a yes. I can't imagine my life without you." He kissed her again and began to become more dominant in their connection. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her hands grasped his vest, pulling his flat chest against her breasts. She moaned when he slipped his hand back into her hair. She could feel his arousal pressing between her legs. She pressed up against it, receiving another moan.

"Are you alright?" She asked with a smirk on her face.

"You keep doing that and I won't be." She pulled away with a smirk.

"Well, why don't we fix that then?" She slipped her hand into his waistband and wrapped it around his cock. Branch's head fell back as he moaned.

"God, Poppy. You're gonna be the death of me." In a flash, Poppy had his shorts down, unleashing his hard cock. She dropped to her knees and paused for a moment, the large penis intimidating her. "You don't have to do that." Her beautiful pink eyes flashed up to his blue ones. Looking back down, she gave his cock a lick. Branch moaned loudly, emboldening her to take it further into her mouth. The taste was slightly tangy, almost like blueberry wine. The moans from her lover gave her the courage to continue. Her actions were causing her to become wet and it was hard for her to keep her hands away. Branch pulled lightly on her hair, popping his dick from her mouth.

"What is it?" She asked. Branch's face was flushed and he was breathing heavy.

"I'm really close already and this isn't how I want to finish."

"Thank god," She said as she ripped off her dress, allowing Branch to see her beautiful body minus what was covered by her pink panties. Her breasts were large enough to fit in the palm of his hands, begging to be sucked. He took his vest off and laid it down on the ground.

"Lay down," he said. She nodded and laid back on his soft vest. Branch laid down on top of her, bracing his weight on his arms. Her legs instantly spread, allowing him to lay down more comfortably. They continued their passionate kissing, Branch left no skin above her shoulders un-kissed.

Poppy felt him shift and move down her body. She tried to protest but her mind went blank as he latched onto her right breast. She let out a loud moan as she clawed at the ground.

"I didn't peg you for a screamer," Branch chuckled as he moved to give attention to her left breast.

"Neither did I." She bit her lip as the pressure built in her stomach. Branch had moved down to her stomach, his kisses startling her. "What are you doing?" She panicked as she shot up to her elbows.

"It wouldn't be fair unless I gave her majesty the same pleasure she has given to me," he said through a smirk. She looked at him for a moment and laid down onto her back again. She let herself relish in the feel of his lips on her skin as she felt him kiss her stomach and abdomen until he reached his intended destination. He looked up at her face briefly as he etched the look of ecstasy on her face into his brain. He practically ripped her panties down her legs and licked her slit.

"Oh god, Branch," she moaned. "Please do that again."

"I could get used to you begging," he licked her slit again.

"I could get used to begging," she smiled. He continued his attention on her lower lips, her moans becoming increasingly louder. His dick was digging into the ground as he continued to eat his queen. "Poppy, you taste like cotton candy." His nose pressed against her clit and she moaned loudly.

"Branch," she panted. "I need you now. I want you inside me."

"Are you sure? There's no going back if we do that."

"Good." She pulled him by the hair to be eye level with her. He kissed her, pouring all of his passion into his lips. He braced himself onto his forearm to take his cock and drag it between her pussy lips, making sure to hit her clit each time. He stopped and left his cock at the entrance to her womb.

"Are you positive?"

Her eyes narrowed on him. "Branch, if you don't shove your co-" He thrust forward, breaking her maidenhead. Poppy winced in pain for a moment. Branch kissed her, trying hard to keep his lower body motionless until she began to push her hips forward. They kept a slow pace for a while while Poppy adjusted to being completely filled. Poppy pushed her hips harder, encouraging Branch to do the same. He snapped his hips into her, causing her to moan loudly.

"God," Poppy moaned. "I never thought it would feel this amazing."

"You are so tight," Branch said. "I could fuck you forever."

"Luckily you get to," she panted. His balls slapped against her ass. He covered her breast with his hand, rolling and lightly pinching her hard nipple. Her thrusts were quickly becoming erratic.

"Poppy, I'm close."

"So am I." He snaked his hand between them and pressed hard on her clit. She fell over the edge, taking Branch with her as her walls clamped down on his cock. He spilled his seed into her fertile womb. He stayed inside her as they calmed their breaths. When he completely deflated, he pulled out of her and laid beside her. Both moaned at the Poppy turned on her side to snuggle into him.

"That was incredible," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Yes it was. I'm glad you got your color back."

"Huh?" He looked up and pulled a piece of his now dark blue hair into view. "Well, who wouldn't be happy about great sex." They giggled.

"So, what's my favorite song?"

"What?" He asked, looking at her. She turned and propped herself up on her elbows, her breasts pushed up.

"You said you know my favorite song. What is it?" She smirked, certain he didn't know. He returned her smirk with one of his own.

"Here without you," he said smugly. Her face dropped.

"How do you know that?"

"You hum it when you think no one is looking. I was honestly surprised when I first heard it. Not a pop song I thought you would like." Her pink cheeks turned red as her eyes dropped down to his bare chest.

"That song is about you," she whispered. "I've loved you for a long time."

"How long?"

She let out a single laugh. "It took me a long time to get up the courage to give you that first invitation." He leaned up and captured her lips into a sweet kiss.

"I'm glad you did." They smiled at each other. A cool wind blew across the lake, prickling their skin.

"We should probably get dressed," she said. He nodded and the two stood and got dressed. "Are you ready, my king, to get the strings?"

"That's gonna take some time to get used to," he said. She giggled and held out her hand. "Whatever you wish, my queen."