Chapter 75

Since it was just the two of them now, Branch and Hefty returned to the bunker for lunch, dropping off their things in the bedroom before going to the kitchen. Branch showed Hefty how to cut up some vegetables and allowed him to practice under heavy supervision.

"You know, I know that Chef and Baker do pretty much all the cooking but how did it get to be that way," asked Branch, "Didn't your Papa think it would be better for all his kids to have basic life skills?"

Looking over the vegetable he had cut all lopsidedly, Hefty shrugged, "I'm not really sure. I mean things were rather crazy growing up, there being nearly a hundred of us. If Papa didn't have his magic to help him, I'm not sure he would have managed."

Thinking it over, Branch frowned, "But Willow doesn't have magic."

"It's Willow," commented Hefty.

"Fair enough," Branch grabbed one of the slices to munch on. "And at least Willow gave all her daughters actual names instead of personality traits."

Frowning, Hefty tossed a slice at Branch, unable to help but chuckle when it bounced off his nose, "Are you ever going to get over Loser's name?"

"Never," Branch crunched on the slice Hefty tossed at him and grumbled, "When we have kids, they're getting names. Actual names. None of this waiting for a dominant trait or their job title nonsense."

All but dropping the knife, Hefty smiled at him widely in a dreamy fashion.

"What?" Branch stared at him, unsure what brought this on.

Hefty's grin grew wider, "You said 'when'."

It took a few moments for what Hefty said to register before he blushed brilliantly, "It was a slip of the tongue! We have no idea if that's even possible."

"Don't care," Hefty stepped around the counter, moving towards Branch. "You said it, no take backs."

Huffing, Branch rolled his eyes, "You're impossible."

"That's me," Hefty wrapped his arms around Branch, pulling him close, "Hefty Impossible Optimist Smurf."

"You're forgetting the," Branch began but didn't mind being cut off when Hefty leaned in and kissed him. Reaching up, he wrapped his arms around Hefty's neck and kept him close as they kissed, slowly and taking their time in a way it felt like they hadn't done for ages.

They were panting when Hefty pulled back, laying smaller kisses all over Branch's face, "I've missed this."

Words started to come out that they had only spent one night apart, that they had been together all day, but instead Branch whispered, "Me too," and pulled Hefty back for another kiss, deeper and more urgent than the last.

Hefty's arms around Branch pulled him in closer, tighter, one hand slipping down to grasp Branch's ass.

Breaking the kiss with a groan, Branch grasped around his Smurf tighter, "Hefty," he panted for a moment, "We need to finish lunch."

"It can wait," Hefty's voice practically purred, releasing Branch's butt in favor of rubbing his finger down the crease of Branch's butt cheeks through his clothing, "You're the only thing I want to devour right now."

Moaning, Branch didn't know if he wanted to press against Hefty's solid body for stability or back against his finger for that teasing pleasure sparking up his spine. He squirmed, panting as indecision made it all the harder to think.

Leaning in, Hefty teased the hickeys already on Branch's neck with his tongue, "What do you say Siren?" His teeth nipped the sensitive flesh, "Do you want me?"

Hair moving downward, Branch secured Hefty's arms around him, tilting his head to allow Hefty better access as he whimpered, "Yes."

"Hefty?" Branch's voice was tired but concerned, watching his mate cough and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I'm alright," Hefty winked, "I'll get the hang of that eventually."

Blushing, Branch didn't get the chance to reply as Hefty stood, picking him up and kissing his forehead.

"Ready for some rest?" asked Hefty, kissing Branch's temple next.

Branch nodded and rested against Hefty, "You read my mind."

Smiling, Hefty took them both to the bedroom, Branch's hair unraveling from his arms as they went, and tucked them both under the covers of their bed.

Just as Branch felt that he might drift off, he paused, "I can't believe we just did that," he sat up a little, "I make food there."

Snorting, Hefty almost fell out of the bed laughing.