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.