The cabin was glorious. So plush and glamourous that Poppy didn't really feel that "cabin" was an accurate descriptive. Warm pine walls surrounded them, two storeys high and with large windows set into the roof so that they could appreciate the glory of the stars from their bed on a clear night. The furniture made from soft, toffee coloured leather and covered with an abundance of cosy, colourful knitted blankets and giant cushions. The kitchen, modern and yet still welcoming, was stocked with everything two people could possibly want for a pre-Christmas getaway. The house had been decorated when Poppy and Branch had arrived too, with lots of tasteful and traditional touches - garlands of pine with poinsettias, lights and small red baubles wound their way up the bannister and were draped over the mantelpiece, a wreath with a giant red velvet ribbon had been hung on the front door to welcome them.
The star of the show was a large Christmas tree decorated in gold and red and glowing softly with warm white lights. It was currently the only light source in the room, except for the fire. And oh the fire was magnificent. The piece de resistance of the cabin, for sure. Set within in a warm, red bricked fireplace, it was comforting and beautiful and roaring its heat into the room. It was also as big as her, horizontally across. And Poppy knew this because she and Branch were currently lying on the floor in front of it, The Pop Queen's resting on the naked chest of her lover Branch. The Pop Queen fingers trailing over the soft-to-coarse hair under his stomach, as his arms were wrapped around her and holding her close to him. The fire was making his blue skin glow, a thin sheen of sweat belying the freezing temperatures and swirling snow that could be seen outside.
Poppy raised her head to him, taking in how the firelight burned within the black depths of his eyes, how she couldn't help but noticed that he gave Poppy that cheeky, lopsided grin she had fallen head over heels for, how his dark hair was sticking to his forehead from having his face buried between her thighs for the past half hour. The Pop Queen grinned, drunk on the love of him.
"Isn't this really cliched?" The Pop Queen joked.
"What, this?" Branch said, his eyes widening and gorgeous raising a pitch in mock astonishment. "Lying naked with a beautiful lover on a fur rug in front of a roaring fire in a log cabin? No, I do not believe that has ever been thought of before."
"Hmm," The Pop Queen pondered. "Then how about this?" Poppy raised herself up and straddled him in one fluid movement, Branch's cock pressed heavy and thick against her entrance, which was slippery with a mix of his saliva and her arousal. "Has this been done before?"
Branch smiled up at Poppy, his eyes full of mischievous desire and love. "Not by us, sweet thing," he replied, his voice low and full of promise, his hands drifting softly over her thighs.