"Undress me, Branch," said Poppy, and Branch, as in most things, was powerless to resist her. The teal troll kissed the back of her neck as he unclasped the back of Poppy's dress and eased it off her shoulders. The Pop Queen smelled of perfume, warm skin, and talcum. Branch held her gown for her as she stepped out of it, leaving her in her chemise, and draped it carefully over a chair so the delicate silk and beading wouldn't get damaged.
Branch guided her to sit on the edge of the bed and she went easily, watching him with an amused smile and glittering eyes. Kneeling, Branch took one of her shoes in hand and eased it off her foot, then repeated the process. Poppy, with a glint of mischief, propped her heel on his shoulders and sat back. He smiled back at her and slowly, slowly ran his hands up her legs to the tops of her stockings. Her breath hitched minutely, but she was still as Branch unclipped the garters and began to roll the stockings down.
"Thorough as ever, Inspector Branch," she murmured.
Branch raised an eyebrow.
"Well," he said seriously. "I have been wanting this for very…"Branch dipped his head and pressed a kiss to her newly bared knee,"long…time." He punctuated each word with a kiss to her ankle and then to the arch of her foot. "I'm not going to rush it."
Poppy leaned forward and hooked a finger underneath his vest.
"That may be so, Branch," she said, "but I, on the other hand, am tired of waiting." Poppy pulled him in and kissed him, biting down on his lip like she aimed to mark him up. The idea wasn't unappealing.
"May I?" Branch asked breathlessly, sliding a hand up her leg and pausing at the inner thigh.
"If you don't, I think I may scream," she said, and spread her legs to allow him access. Branch stroked his knuckles across the wet silk of her drawers and then leaned in, mouthing at her cunt through the fabric. He alternated his fingers and his mouth till her drawers were soaked through and Poppy cried out and clenched around his hand.
When she'd caught her breath, Poppy grabbed him by the vest again, pulling him up onto the bed. The Pop Queen was flushed and grinning, alight with joy, and he grinned back helplessly. The tightness in his chest was embarrassing.
"You're wearing too many clothes, Branch," she said, plucking at his collar. "Perhaps I can help with that." Her hands slid under his shirt, making him shiver. When she reached his waistband, fingers skimming the bulge of his cock, Branch groaned and dropped his head into the crook of her neck. Up until then his desire had been present but vaguely distant but all of sudden gripped him like a vise.
Poppy cupped the back of his neck with one head as she took his cock in a firm grip with the other. Branch tried to last, but her touch was too much. The warmth of her body, her scent surrounding him—it was all too much. He came hard, overwhelmed.
"As a method of getting undressed, it's rather inefficient," Branch said when he came to his senses.
The Pop Queen cupped his face and leaned in for a kiss, planting a lipstick mark like a brand. His whole mouth must be covered.
"But so much more fun," Poppy said, and he agreed.