Poppy opened her eyes to the bright, sunlit room around her, the satin sheets below her providing much more warmth than needed, almost causing her to sweat. The cold air outside of the huge, fluffy comforter that she reside under, brushes the pale, pink skin of her shoulders, sending a small shiver down her spine. The Pop Queen sits up, the blanket falling to rest around her waist, exposing my bare breasts to the cold air, making her nipples perk up.
The Pop Queen looked over to the sleeping form next to her, and she feels a small wave of mixed emotions run through me, a mix of love, nervousness, and slight embarrassment. Poppy can see his dark hair, contrasting against the white of the sheets. Branch looks so peaceful when he's sleeping, his face relaxed, eyes closed.
Poppy stretched, arching her back and groaning quietly, hearing and feeling her back pop. She resisted the urge to nearly scream, because sometimes, stretching just feels that good. Rays of sunlight shine in through the window, warming specific spots of her exposed skin up.
Branch begins to stir next to her, turning over and opening his eyes to look up at her with half-lidded, sleep glazed eyes. The Pop Queen feels a small smile begin to grow on her face as he looked up at me with those slightly darker than normal blue eyes that she's grown accustomed to.
"Good morning, Branch " Poppy says, leaning down to kiss him gently, lips connecting, and even in those small kisses, She can feel the genuine love in his touch, paired with the ever-growing amount of love she had for him.
Once Poppy pulled back from their shared kiss, Branch smiles gently at her, the crows feet by his eyes becoming more prominent.
"And good morning to you, darling," The teal troll says, grabbing her hand, which was hidden underneath the huge comforter covering their bed. She swear, every time he touches her, it's like the first time, but so, so much better. Hotter, even.
Poppy could feel a bit of soreness in various muscles throughout her body, and she become aware of the small amounts of bruising trailing around her neck.
She suddenly remember a snippet of last night.
"Oh, fuck, Branch, oh my God," Poppy gasped out, her back against the wall and her hands tangled in his messy hair. Branch's lips were attached to her neck, leaving occasional bite marks and making sure that everyone knew that she was claimed.
Removing a hand from his hair and trailing it down his chest and into the waistband of his boxers, Poppy could feel his cock twitch in it's semi-hard state against her hand, and her heart begin to pound.
Moving to lay down under the immensely warm blankets, next to him, his arm resting over her side and onto my stomach, The Pop Queen feels him pull her body closer to his, her ass grinding against his crotch, leaving them to be officially spooning. Branch puts his face into the crook of her neck, kissing one of the many sensitive spots gently.
Another bit of last night's events come to her suddenly,
Pushing her back onto the bed, Poppy's legs spread, he runs two fingers up her slit, perhaps seeing if she's wet enough, and then pushing them inside of her. His fingers are hot inside of her, the sensation makes Poppy shiver in pleasure. Branch begins to thrust those two fingers in and out of her, Poppy's body tensing.
"Branch, oh, God ," Poppy moaned, her back arching off of the bed as Branch hooks his fingers and hits her g-spot. He knows Poppy, inside and out. The teal troll adds another finger, stretching her ever so slightly.
The Pop Queen pulls him down and kisses him harshly, moaning unintelligible words into his mouth, their tongues and teeth clashing together in a hormone fueled, chemically imbalanced, almost sexual rage that they both can feel coursing through their veins.
Poppy turned to him, leaning her forehead against his, Poppy's fingernails trailing up and down his back, over the raised marks that she left on him last night.
Branch opens his eyes and connects his eyes with hers, and she can't help but smile whenever Branch looks at her.
"You left quite a bit of markings on me last night, darling," Branch says, a small, cheeky smile on his face, and Poppy feels her face heat up ever so slightly.
Poppy laughed softly, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth out of habit. "Now everyone knows you've got a girlfriend that takes real good care of you, don't they?"
"I think nearly everyone already knew, but it's good to have the markings that say so," The teal troll replies with a small laugh, leaning in and kissing Poppy gently.
Outside of their own bedroom, outside of their bed with too fluffy blankets and satin sheets that Poppy swears are going to kill her via heat stroke, nothing exists. Just the two of them, the sunlight shining through the windows. How could she ever want more of that?