1.(Slow Dance)- Just a special moment between Poppy and Branch as they dance with each other.
Poppy takes Branch's hand in hers and twirls beneath his arm.
They separate briefly before coming back together.
Slow dancing to the music, they lock eyes, gazing deeply into the other's soul.
The other trolls that were around them began to fade to the backdrop- they are unimportant in this scenario.
Branch gives her another twirl and they melt back together seamlessly.
The teal troll bends down to give her a kiss and Poppy immediately returns it with feeling.
It feels like forever before they finally separate, yet it also feels like no time at all has passed.
The Pop Queen smiles at him, face flushed with happiness.
No matter what happens, Poppy will never forget this night.
2. (Learning)- Branch finally learned the way Poppy's body would react when he touches her and he couldn't be more proud of himself.
It was hard at first, the excitement made things too easy to be satisfied - the mere idea of being with her, inside her, brought him to release quite easily but it took a little more work for her to come.
It took a while, Branch watched her - he learned her faces, her sounds -the hitches in her breath when Poppy liked the way she was touched. The way she arched against him when his fingers trailed down her back, the way Poppy laughed when he tickled her with the scruff of his face.
The teal troll loved the way her lips trembled when he whispered against her ear, the way her fingers dug into his hair when he licked her skin at just the right speed. It took time, and dedication, to figure out just where and how hard he had to press his hips against her to get a particular sound from Poppy.
He touched, he loved, he praised her - he kissed and licked, tasted her until her skin was tinted red with a blush so deep it made him breathless.
Poppy's words, yes - a little more, right there - oh… oh stay right … ohhh…encouraged his exploration, encouraged his attention and Branch was eager to please her, eager to beg her favour and she obliged him over and over.
The Pop Queen guided his hands, over her sex, over her hips and down her legs, whispering her needs, moaning her approval and Branch was the eager student.
When she came around his fingers for the first time, without her help, Branch hadn't anticipated the feeling it brought, the satisfaction, the pride. Poppy's smile made it all worth it.
3.(Breathtaking)- Poppy's favorite spot happens to be Branch.
Poppy's new favorite spot is the one between his legs.
Were his hands slide up and down her legs in a teasing manner. It's soft like a feather but also chilling, like riding a roller coaster for the first time. It's addicting. And terrifying.
The Pop Queen watches him from the spot between his legs, were his legs cage her in on either side and her back meets his front. Poppy's head lies against Branch's shoulder, as she watches his fingers travel up her legs. Going higher each time and with a little more pressure than before. It's almost as if he's trying to see how far she'll let him go.
In all honesty, she's not sure how far she's willing to let him go. They just shared their first kiss hours earlier. Shared their first holidays together. Kissing should be enough for now, it's been exhausting day. But somehow it's not. It's not for her. Poppy wants a little more.
A little more with heavier touching and less clothes. With sweat and the name of man she grew up believing in, but is now having trouble talking to.
Branch's fingers play with the skirt of her dress, as if asking for permission to enter into something sacred. The Pop Queen turns her head towards him to grant him permission or to just marvel in his beauty, she's not sure .
Maybe to get the nervous out of her system, when she grabs his hand and moves it under her dress. Maybe all three.
The teal troll's eyes finds hers and it's clear the question in his eyes. Are you sure you want this?
Instead of answering him, Poppy chooses to move from her favorite spot onto his awaiting lap. Branch's hands magnetize to her hips, when she settles. With a little movement here and there to empathize her answer. All movements hitting their intended 'target' under her weight and hidden in his shorts. Poppy feels it raise when her fingers dance along his neck to grab a fist full of curls.
Branch's lips are freshly kiss, Poppy can still see some of her lipstick lingering there. Almost possessively. Almost taunt like. Mostly inviting.
So Poppy does, she invites herself. The kiss is different in the sense that it's more heated. Filled with a course of action and a definite end.
The straps from her dress are pull from her shoulders when Branch's mouth latches onto her neck. No doubt forming a bruise and getting the intended body response.
Poppy wants this. And she's only realized how much when she slips the straps off her arms and Branch pulls the material under her breast. Kissing the top of breast, before taking them in his hands and kneading them to his liking.
The Pop Queen pulls a little a too hard on his hair when Branch's tongue swirls around her nipples. The action pulls him away from breast and right into her kissing him. Biting his lower lip when they part to lift up his shirt.
It's thrown across the room in a haste and paid no attention to where it lands. Poppy's fingers run down his neck, and exposed nipple, and down the harder flesh of his stomach. Her mouth is on his neck, forming a bruise that will heal before its made. But she keeps at it. With harder bites and stronger sucking. She earns a moan from him for her effort.
The pop queen smiles against Branch's skin when she hears it, stops long enough for him to the pull the dress off her body and toss it. Stops all together when Branch lays her against the mattress, kisses her and makes his way down her body. Stopping at certain points to make more bruises. Like just under her breasts, hips, and inner thighs.
Poppy's legs start to shake when Branch's hot breath breathes against her soaked panties. Poppy has to bite her lips when his teeth grabs onto the lace material. Pulling it down her thighs,legs, and over her polished cover toes.
The teal troll's hair is messy and wild, lips bitten and swollen, pupils blown, when Poppy finally looks at him. Branch looks like the beautiful disaster he is. He looks even better kissing down her legs, thighs, and stopping just before her pussy.
Branch says her name, to gain her attention or for the words to hit her core and make her shiver, she's not sure. Knowing him, most likely both.
The pink troll makes eye contact with him, before Branch disappears between her thighs and her thighs cage him in. Entrapping him with no intentions of letting him leave.
His tongue makes her want to push him away and pull Branch in closer. Makes her grind into his face, or on his fingers, or his tongue as much as she can from her position. Branch grabs her ass to pull Poppy closer when she tries to squirm away.
When she comes for the first time, it's Branch's name she screams. Branch pulls apart her thighs, before kissing his way up Poppy's body. She's more turn on than she thought she would be seeing Branch's mouth wet from her juices.
Branch immediately licks his lips and around his mouth, before kissing Poppy deep and rolling them over, like she asks.
Poppy's a little breathless kissing down his chest, running her hands along his body. Branch raises his hips when she unbuttons his shorts, pulling his shorts and boxes down. Tossing them to the ground with the other clothing.
It's almost stupid how beautiful Branch looks to her right now. Naked and panting. Eyes shut as Poppy's hand moves up and down his dick. Thumb rubbing over the head. Tongue licking the underside of the shaft. Feeling how hard it is in her hand, the weight of it, and the pleasure it's going to bring her.
Poppy kisses it, before she climbs on top of Branch, lining her entrance to sink down. The Pop Queen doesn't hear the sound that comes out of his mouth, shes too overwhelmed with the new sensation of being fill.
Poppy moves with easy, her juices lubricating his dick enough to make her riding enjoyable. Branch pushes into her, matching her pace, and smiling at the chant of his name. The view of her on top of him, breast bouncing, head thrown back, is a memory that he's going to remember forever.
The second times Poppy comes, it's almost a surprise and it lasts longer than the first. Mostly due to Branch's continuous thrusting. The Pop Queen lies against his chest when she comes down from the high, barely noticing the change in position.
The pink girl realizes the change when he's kissing along her spine. Making more hickeys and his hands are massaging her ass and whispering how could she looks ass up.
Poppy whispers back, how better she'd look with him inside her, which makes Branch smile.
Her hands grip the sheets when Branch pushes inside her, she's so sensitive now and weaker than when they started. But Poppy feels too addicted to stop.
But the snapping of his pelvis hitting against her ass and his thumb thumping her clit does stop all too soon. And she's confused on why until his hands are on either side of her hips and pulling her down towards his mouth. Poppy doesn't know when Branch slipped between her thighs. But she lets out a string of curse words to show her appreciation of his tongue.
The Pop Queen has one hand gripping the headboard and the other in his curls. Branch's eyes are wide open and appreciative when she looks down. They hold eye contact as Poppy grinds against Branch's mouth and comes for a third time. With a cry of his name a almost violent shake of her body. Branch follows right after her with a few pumps into his hand.
Poppy was mistaken before, her favorite place is the one where Branch's head is between her thighs.