"Hey, sweetheart! I got the new headboard installed! Wanna come see?" Branch leaned against the doorway to their home office where the Pop Queen sat scrapbooking away. Sweat gleamed on his brow, but the teal troll still had the dazzling smile he liked to wear when he accomplished something.

Poppy swiveled around in your chair, unable to stop herself from smiling back. "Of course, love. I'll come have a look, but I'm sure it looks fine."

Poppy sauntered past her husband to the bedroom, Branch right on her heels. The Pop Queen looked over the newly installed headboard on their shared bed, before turning back to her husband. "It looks great, baby! Good job!"

Branch beamed down at her, so happy to have her approval. Poppy stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss his lips, but he crouched down closer to her level to meet hers instead. Poppy's lips met his, and his arms wrapped around her, giving her hip an affectionate squeeze. As always, Poppy had to peck his lips a few times before he'd release her.

After sharing the "quick" kiss, the pink girl stepped around him to return to the office, only for him to gently grab her wrist. Poppy looked up at him, a brow raised. "What is it, Branch?" She asked curiously.

Branch immediately withdrew his hand, a blush across his cheeks as he replied, "Shouldn't you check to see if it wiggles or something?"

"Um, yeah, you're probably right." The Pop Queen slipped past him again, not catching the way he bit his bottom lip. She went to her side of the bed and attempted to wiggle the headboard against the wall. "Seems alright."

"You sure?" Poppy almost jumped when his voice came from above her.

"Oh my Gosh, Branch … Scared the cupcakes out of me." The Pop Queen held her hand to her chest as she looked up and over her shoulder.

"Sorry, babe. I'm just a little worried about the headboard hitting the wall during… activities." Branch said sheepishly, pressing his body against hers from behind as his fingers found her hips again.

Poppy swallowed thickly. "Activities?" She asked dumbly.

But Branch didn't care. "Yeah, sexy ones." He said, getting more bold.

"Come're." Branch spun Poppy to face him, before laying her down on the bed. Poppy began to protest, something about having to work on her scrapbook, but he shushed her by pulling Poppy by her thighs to the edge of the bed. Branch leaned down, kissing her neck as he ground his pelvis into hers. The pop queen gasped out a moan, her hands reaching for his forearms to ground herself. He gave Poppy a couple of experimental thrusts, making the headboard thud against the wall.

"Damn… was afraid of that. I need to try one other thing though." Before Poppy could ask what he was talking about, he was laying down on the bed and pulling her on top of him so that she was straddling his waist. His warm hands on her hips made Poppy forget what day it was, let alone that she had work to do. His smirk filled her tummy with butterflies. "Come on, sweetheart. Give it to me, pretty please?"

Poppy never could say no. Even with her clothing in the way, she could feel his hardness against her, making her panties wet. Poppy gave him a couple experimental rolls of her hips before bouncing up and down on his lap. His fingers dug into her hips as he watched Poppy's breasts bounce up and down. Unable to control himself, he thrusted up against her, causing the headboard to bang against the wall.

Branch slowed his thrusts, rolling his eyes. "Oh. Guess I'll have to do something about that."

Poppy continued to bounce in his lap, grinding against his erection that he seemed to be ignoring in favor of fixing the damn headboard. "Why?" The Pop Queen asked breathlessly.

Branch licked his lips, already losing concentration from her movements. He cleared his throat. "Well, the neighbors–"

"Let 'em hear." Poppy punctuated the words with a harsh grind of her hips against him and a barely contained moan.

His blue eyes sparkled as he watched Poppy. "You keep that up and I won't be letting you out of this bedroom for the rest of the day."

Poppy smirked at him as she continued to grind her hips. "I guess I need to be punished."