As Poppy stirred comfortable warmth and quiet met she, a moment one might call peaceful. Poppy stretched lazily, barely conscious, her eyes squeezed shut. Opening them, she half-turned her head to the shaded window. The pale ribbons of dawn light peeked through the shutters, and hints of gray-blue peeked among sparse, fluffy clouds beyond. The rhythmic drone of insects outside was low and steady, a familiar, soothing tune.
The Pop Queen turned away from the sight beyond the windowpanes, and away from the bright light. However gentle and pale the rays were, they were yet enough compared to the room's relative darkness to make her eyes twinge. Poppy buried her face against the back of her bedfellow, who was waking as well, shielding them from the unyielding assault of morning. Poppy wrapped one arm around his bare torso, the other clasping loosely at one shoulder.
Branch made a sleepy grunt of a sound but seemed content to let her cuddle against him. Poppy smiled lazily, stupidly, she was sure, in her half-awake fog. The Pop Queen lifted her head, nuzzling his neck and leaving a few affectionate kisses on his skin. Poppy was rewarded with another adorably sleepy, gravelly noise that only made her smile widen cheekily.
After indulging her for a while, Branch rolled onto his back, and she shifted with him, though remained on her side. The Pop Queen layed a palm over his chest, absently drawing her fingers through the patches of hair her found for a minute. Settling her head down again, joining her hand there, the pink troll were sorely tempted to close her eyes and drift back off into a warm, peaceful sleep. As her eyelids drooped, though, Poppy remembered what time it must be if the sun was rising so keenly. The Pop Queen didn't need a clock to determine their time together, for the moment, was nearly up.
"Mmph, from the looks of outside, You should be headed home..." Poppy mused sleepily, trailing off as she once more tried not to be lulled back to sleep by the insects' buzzing and the comforting warmth of Branch's skin and relaxed rise and fall of his chest.
The teal troll groaned at her words, coming to the same conclusion she had shortly before. It was time for the two of them to part, and for him to prepare for another day for his chores. Branch seemed as reluctant as her to do so, however. "That time already?" He questioned, though he knew the answer already. The teal troll ran a hand over his face, up and through his black hair in a tired gesture.
Branch appeared to be more tired than normal, and Poppy had a feeling she was partly to blame. "Sorry for keeping you up so late," The Pop said, though she couldn't cut a sense of cheekiness from your tone. Sure, she were sorry Branch was tired now, but Poppy had no regrets about the cause of it, whoever's fault it was.
Despite knowing Branch needed to get going, eventually, Poppy couldn't resist the pull to snuggle into Branch's chest again, draping a bit more of her upper body over him. The sense of warmth and safety was nigh irresistible, even if she knew it couldn't last forever. A part of her was awakening, though, that was not so content with the gentle, innocent contact. A tingling, growing hunger, roused from the touch of his skin on her own, by the rough grating of his husky, sleepy tone.
The Pop Queen propped herself up on an elbow, grinning mischievously down at him. Poppy traced a finger coyly over his chest, and a suspicious edge entered Branch's sleepy expression. He knew Poppy well enough to recognize the gears turning in her head.
"Hmm, you know, I think I've got time to make it up to you," The Pop Queen whispered, dipping her head down.
Branch's eyebrows arched curiously, but he eyed her carefully, wondering what plan Poppy had so suddenly concocted and why it put such an impish smile on her lips. "Hm? How's that?" he asked softly.
"I think..." Poppy feigned thought for a second, as if she hadn't already made up her mind, "breakfast in bed should do the trick."
Before giving Branch much chance to respond, Poppy moved, pulling the blankets back enough to wriggle out from beneath them. The Pop Queen sat up, swinging a leg across Branch's torso until she was straddling him. For an instant, before she eased herself carefully forward, Poppy felt something twitch against her backside. Ignoring it, she moved until her knees pressed into the pillows beside his head, legs splayed open. Poppy's cunt, already slick to start, and encouraged by her snuggling session, waited, open and inviting, just in front of his face.
"Well, what do you think?" Poppy asked, licking her lips unconsciously.
Beneath her, Branch's interest was obvious. The overall sense of drowsiness lingered, but his pupils had grown wide, leaving little of the blue behind. His gaze lingered on her cunt before him for an instant, before meeting her eyes as the pink troll smiled down at him.
"This seems like more of a treat for you," Branch accused skeptically, though through his drowsy voice and the flush of red on his cheeks Poppy caught a playful hint, too. The small, tired smile he matched hers with only reinforced that hint.
"Well, if you think so, I can just go and get dre-aaaah." Mid-sentence, with her face pulled into a half-hearted pout, The teal troll had broken her speech, tipping his head forward and licking a stripe up her slit.
The teal troll lifted his arms from any remaining restraint of the blankets, wrapping them around Poppy's waist securely and urging her further forward. The Pop Queen started to speak again, but another long, slow lick silenced her again, turning whatever words she had intended into a soft moan of his name. Poppy bent forward, bracing herself with one hand against the wall past the bed's head. Branch's tongue worked upwards, shifting from long strokes to short flicks that teased her clit. Poppy resisted the urge to rock her hips into his face and unintentionally smother him, biting her lip to keep the noise levels down to a minimum.
Poppy's effort to control herself, though, was in vain, unraveled with several more quick flicks and strokes of Branch's tongue. The Pop Queen bucked forward unintentionally, striving for more of the delicious sensation his tongue granted her. A sensation that was pleasurable and almost uncomfortable mounted higher and coiling tighter each time the wet appendage applied more pressure. Branch's grip on her waist tightened, shifting to her ass and holding it firmly. The new grip hardly hindered Poppy, however, and she rocked her hips into Branch's mouth instinctively, matching the rhythm of his tongue.
Several groans and cries died before they could escape, Poppy's lips still sealed and unwilling to give in to them. Eventually, even that determination was worn away. If not by the building pleasure, then by the soft, gravelly groan of satisfaction beneath her, muffled by her pussy. Poppy's lips parted, though barely, as the tightness grew to a nearly unbearable level. "Branch, goodness, Branch," The Pop Queen murmured, nearly under her breath. The cant of her hips increased, the frantic motion bleeding to Branch and making the strokes of his tongue sloppy and equally vigorous.
Poppy clapped a hand over her mouth, unwilling to trust her volume as orgasm swelled up to meet her. When the hot, tight spring in her gut burst, at last, Poppy was really glad she had done so, her palm stifling several long moans. Poppy's pace stiffened and slowed, though didn't cease until the bliss of orgasm faded away. Once her frantic hips stilled, so too did Branch's ministrations.
The Pop Queen opened eyes that had fallen shut when her climax had swept over her, looking down to meet Branch's blue-eyed gaze again. The sight of his pupils still blown so wide, and his lips wet with her slick made Poppy curse the fact she had no time left to do much more. At least, not on that morning. While she grumbled to herself internally, The teal troll carefully helped ease Poppy off of him, and she sat back against the pillow for a time, catching her breath.
"Okay, so maybe that was more of a treat for me," The Pop Queen admitted. "But that didn't seem to slow you down, did it?"
Beside her, Branch chuckled low, the rumbling sound soothing and arousing at the same time. "Well, it would've been rude to say no to an offer like that."