Poppy find herself slowly shaken out of her deep slumber as she woke up to Branch shuddering on his side of the bed. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Poppy turned to get a better look at him before realizing that Branch was groaning in his sleep.

Was he having a nightmare?

They had a busy day this passed week so tha left her husband incredibly stressed, which unfortunately, also meant frequent nightmares. Grimacing at the thought of how much Branch was currently carrying on his shoulders, Poppy moved closer to him, wrapping an arm over his waist and lightly running her fingers through his thick locks in an effort to soothe him. Suddenly, Poppy felt him tightly grip on to her arm, moving impossibly closer to her and rutting his hips against Poppy's thigh while letting out what sounded like whines.

Oh. That's what this was.

Before Poppy could delve into the internal dilemma of whether she should wake him up and help him, or simply allow him to finally get some proper rest, Branch groggily opened his eyes before turning to Poppy. Chuckling lightly, the pink girl kissed his cheek before teasing him.

"Good dream?"

"Very. Want me to tell you about it?" Branch shot back, donning his signature cheshire grin.

In spite of his cheeky front, Poppy knew that this was him asking for her permission to take things further. The Pop Queen felt herself flush at the thoughtfulness of her husband - even when horny, Branch was considerate enough to realize that she may not be up for anything this late. But goddammit, he had had a tough few weeks, and Branch deserved a little stress relief. What was a little lost sleep if it meant making Branch feel a bit better?

"Relax, baby, let me take care of you this time," The pink troll whisper as she moved on top of him, leaving a trail of hot kisses along his sharp jaw before reaching his lips. The contrast of his hand, gently caressing her cheek, with the burning passion of his kisses was dizzying. Paired with the harsh grinding of his hips below hets, Poppy couldn't help releasing a series of desperate whines into the kiss.

Pulling away before she could get too lost in Branch's ministrations, Poppy made quick work of yanking his boxers down and slipping her panties off. Moving off of him, she swiped her fingers over her slickness, rubbing quick circles to prep herself for him. Branch grasped blindly for the bedside drawer in search of a condom, his blue eyes remaining locked on herr working fingers even as Branch was slipping it over his length. Satisfied, Poppy finally move back to straddling him, placing her hands on his shoulders for support before sliding down on him.

The Pop Queen loved it when it was fast and rough, with frantic hands rushing desperately to rip each other's clothes off. The heat of her more passionate trysts (that usually ended up happening in places more risky than their bedroom), with his brutal thrusts and hard kisses, made Poppy giddy. But this? Basking in the shimmering moonlight trickling in through the thin curtains as she watched his features contort with pleasure at her movements on top of him, reveling in the feeling of his calloused hands moving up her shirt - well, his shirt - to palm her breasts?

Poppy loved this too.

Hearing Branch groan upon reaching orgasm, Poppy threw her head back, practically grinding into him now while indulging in the delicious feeling of having him hit that one spot inside her. Knowing that Branch was watching her made Poppy toss out all inhibitions as she let out a sinful whimper upon hitting her release. Gasping for air, the pink girl layed back down next to him, smiling as the teal troll pulls her into a sweet kiss.

"I love you, Poppy."

"Hah, with how hot I am, of course you do. Look at how turned on you were just from hearing me moan in my sleep."

"You sounded more like a dying seal, but sure. Now go to sleep, horndog."

The Pop Queen smile at his dramatic pretense of mock hurt at her teasing, closing her eyes as she feels the exhaustion slowly returning. Pulling her closer into his arms, Branch whispers quiet affirmations of his adoration for her, slowly lulling Poppy back to sleep.