1.(Blanket)- Poppy gently drapes a blanket over Branch while they're half-asleep.
Branch was sitting on the couch, half-asleep after a long day of work, when Poppy walked over to him and gently draped a soft, warm blanket over his shoulders. The teal troll stirred slightly and looked up at Poppy with a sleepy smile, feeling comforted by her gesture.
"Thanks, Poppifer," he said softly.
The Pop Queen smiled back at him, her eyes sparkling. "No problem, Branchifer. You looked cold, and I didn't want you to catch a cold or anything."
Branch felt a warm feeling spread through him, grateful for Poppy's thoughtfulness. He snuggled deeper into the blanket and closed his eyes, feeling safe and secure in Poppy's company.
2. (Kisses)‐ Poppy and Branch share some sweet kisses.
Branch pressed his lips to her forehead-gently, lovingly-then looked down at her with those gleaming blue eyes filled with all the love and warmth of a summer breeze embracing her whole.
"Thank you, for always being by my side."
A smile so full of adoration, his heart might burst if it weren't already dead, forms on her lips. Poppy lifts one of his hands and brushes her lips against his palm before holding his hand to her cheek-soft and warm beneath his fingers, her hand caressing his. The Pop Queen looks up at him through her dark lashes, pink meeting blue. "And thank you, my love, for always being by mine."
Poppy's eyes hold a question and his hold an answer, and before she can ask Branch brings his other hand to rest on her other cheek and pulls her into a kiss-sweet and lingering and warm-and for a moment, everything else in the world fades. For a moment, there was nothing but them two, their lips moving in a slow dance against the others. To these two souls who had long longed for connection, this was more than they could've ever hoped for. This was home.
3. (Truly Sure)- Tonight was the night, and Poppy wanted nothing more than to give Branch all of her.
"Are you sure about this?" Branch asked breathlessly, hands clutching her waist loosely with shaky hands as he marveled in Poppy's beauty; body nude, 'a piece of art' he'd call her, every touch intentional and soft as his calloused fingers trailed her body—wanting to take in this moment, wanting this just as much as she did.
With a nod, Poppy's eyes met his and his were much softer, a loving look that Branch couldn't hide even if he wanted to. His lips pressing against her neck, moving up to her jawline until his lips were on hers: a gentle kiss, slow movements full of passion as Poppy's lips followed him, hands caressing all over each other with tender motions, and she could feel the blood rushing through her—in her cheeks, a blush that couldn't be managed, and she couldn't stop the thumps in her heart that quickened with each second.
Branch pulled away slowly, eyes looking for confirmation that this was still okay, and let out a silent puff of air when Poppy nodded. Branch positioned himself on top of Poppy, making sure that she was still comfortable, even after the immense pressure that she felt once Branch had inserted himself inside of her. His affirmative whispers of encouragement had Poppy arching her back, enjoying nothing more than being told that she was doing so good.
"That was perfect," The Pop Queen whispered to him, hands running through his hair as she leaned into him more, naked body in his arms after all was said and done. Branch nodded in agreement and pressed a kiss against Poppy's temple, his little way of saying that he loved her. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer and his nose nuzzled against hers slightly. The more Branch pulled Poppy into his warmth, the sleepier the two of them got; and when she woke in the morning, she was still in Branch's arms, nothing more perfect than waking up next to him.