"Go to bed Poppifer." Branch mumbled tiredly.

"I am in bed, you go to bed." Poppy retorted playfully, eyes examining Branch's sleepy face. His eyes were closed and his thick eyebrows are scrunched in annoyance. The Pop Queen was moving around too much in bed, Poppy knew, but she also couldn't help that she was just not sleepy.

So who gets to deal with an energetic Poppy? The lucky man Branch does.

"Mmm.. I am in bed." Branch parroted Poppy while shifting to a more comfortable position, voice rough from being on the verge of unconsciousness.

Poppy kept looking at him. The dull shade of circles under his ever so slightly puffy eyes being a testament to his drowsiness. The faint lines on his strong brows were visible, but not enough muscle used to show the lines on his forehead.

The Pop Queen scooted closer to Branch, hearing his breathing hitch for a second. She pressed her soft lips against the tip of his straight, modestly wide nose. The teal troll groaned childishly when Poppy did this, but made zero effort to move.

So she continued.

Two more pecks to his nose and her lips moved to his own. They were naturally pursed, but not so much where one would notice it from a close distance, only if they paid attention very, very closely. His lips seemed a bit dry, going hours without anything to soften them.

Not that he used any.

Poppy pecked his lips, pulling back and awaiting any reaction.

... He didn't react. Hm. Next.

Poppy planted her lips against his chin this time, notably at the dip of his chin and going along his defined jawline a little. Pulling away, she noticed a few blemishes there and a tiny scratch that's somewhat difficult to see.

Living in the woods has done wonders to her skin and Branch's, so much that she only sees him breakout whenever he's under too much stress, which is very rarely. Thankfully so.

Even if Branch was under stress, he didn't breakout much. However, it was her only indication that allows Poppy to know that Branch had a rough week. The teal troll didn't show it through expression, he always refused to do so, but his skin said it all.

Once she kissed Branch's flat chin again and he didn't move, Poppy decided to just go ahead and go for the lips once more. If Branch was truly asleep she'd stop, but his soft breathing gave him away. The Pop Queen moved to peck his lips, but instead of waiting to see his reaction, she closed her eyes and kept kissing him. Poppy's lips didn't move away from his, she stayed in that same, exact spot and kept pecking him; humming with each kiss she gave and feeling his bottom lip jitter a bit.

One kiss.

Another.

One more.

Anothe- He nipped her.

"Mmph! Hey.."

Poppy pulled back, about to pout at him until she saw his face. The Pop Queen held back a giggle threatening to come up. He was nearly glaring at her with the best 'The fuck do you want?' look.

"You asked for it." Branch said gravelly, his folded, half-lidded blue eyes staring intently at the pink troll. The fluffy, messy-haired man moved an arm to prop himself up on his elbow, his eyesight clearing upon staring down at Poppy as she mimicked his movement.

"I just want a goodnight kiss from you, Branchifer. Please..?" Poppy asked as sickeningly sweet and soft as she can.

The teal troll breathes in, then sighs in defeat, dark irises averting and feigning pondering. "Since you said please.." Branch moved now, pushing himself closer to Poppy, noting how much she tried to mask her giddiness, but failed almost miserably. Branch fought off a smile at how adorable Poppy looked.

Branch places a rough hand under Poppy's chin and jaw, bringing her in for a gentle brush of his lips against her own, before he amorously presses them together. The Pop Queen happily returned the kiss, the two of them sitting there for seconds just giving light, downy pecks to each other.

The Pop Queen hummed excitedly. This was it! That's all she really wanted. Just to play with him for a bit, get him to play with her, then go to sleep. Tomorrow morning: she'll make herself wake up early to cook him breakfast for bed as an apology, maybe put some berries in the pancakes, especially since he found some juicy berries earlier this evening and-

"Oh!"

Poppy was suddenly shoved onto her back, mind quickly registering that Branch was above her with an evil glint in his eyes. She gulped.

Uh oh.

Poppy smiled up at him nervously, flustered at his assertiveness. She opened her mouth to say something, but as soon as she did, Branch took advantage of the opportunity and deepens the kiss. His tongue pushed easily past her lips, finding her tongue and toying around with it. He explored Poppy's mouth with an unwavering sense of dominance, as if he was claiming her for his own all over again.

The Pop Queen closed her eyes and tried to fight back against that dominance, tongue rolling and pressing against Branch's with uncertainty, head moving slowly with his. It didn't take very long for him to overcome her, hearing Poppy's muffled whine of defeat as Branch pulled away. The Pop Queen's lips felt wet and puffy, her cheeks heated as Branch licked his lips and breathed heavily, catching his breath.

The teal troll didn't wait for Poppy to fully catch hers however, not as he dipped down and caught her lips within his own again. The kiss only becomes more passionate after he elicits a muffled moan out of her. Branch moves away occasionally to breathe a little, tongue still dancing in circles with hers, then he lowers his mouth sensually against Poppy's again.

The teal troll man uses both of his hands to move hair out of Poppy's face, and rests his palms on both sides of her head, holding you loosely. The Pop Queen couldn't fathom as to why he does this, but to Branch, he wanted to gaze at all of her. The Pop Queen's head, her eyes, her wet lips, nose, and forehead. Branch stops and plants a kiss there, then goes back shamelessly ravaging Poppy's mouth again.

Loud, wet smooches filled the room and her ears like ear candy, the occasional, erotic smack only amplifying the need to make-out with Branch longer. It felt like he was seducing her, which he is, but it was the kind of seduction that would probably drain her soul completely if the two didn't stop. Poppy's mind went dizzy and fuzzy, her hands coming up to grasp desperately at Branch's arms for security, it felt like she was going to fall part at any moment.

The teal troll nipped and bit gently at Poppy's top lip, then sucked ever so slightly at her bottom lip, and finally practically shoving his tongue down her throat. Poppy was overwhelmed by his pressure, legs trembling and rubbing together in a needy manner, tiny moans being forced out of her by Branch. One, random groan from the teal troll and she was practically on fire.

Branch removes himself from the smooches, a thin trail of Poppy's saliva mixed with his appearing, then breaking the connection. His loving, but lustful glare fixates on her, as the two trolls breathed heavily. "You like using that mouth so damn much." His arm went to the waistband of his pajama pants, an obvious tent there as his hand tugged on the band. The Pop Queen's eyes widened a little timidly, thighs pressing together with heat when Branch murmured his next words, the idea of breakfast in bed being thrown out the window.

"Why don't you c'mere and put it to some use?"