The early mornings were Poppy's favorite.

The ones where sun came creeping in, staining the sheets golden and warming their skin, where Branch's legs were tangled up with hers and his arms encircled her in the safest embrace she had ever known. The Pop Queen gaze into his blue eyes and see every galaxy that he had before kissing him, long and slow. His fingers would trace down the bare skin of Poppy's sides and leave goose bumps in their wake, always lingering more delicately than she could have imagined possible.

"Good morning, Poppifer." The teal troll whispers. She'd run a hand through his tousled morning hair and marvel at the unruliness.

"Morning." Never had she had been a morning person, but mornings were different when she woke up to two heart beats and his crooked smile. Mornings had become the highlight of her day.

Branch would often pull her in for another kiss and she'd press herself up against his body. They usually went slow, her hand creeping down to stroke him, her eyes drifting closed at the sound of his sigh.

Then he would touch her, long fingers circling and rubbing until her breathing hitched in her throat and she could not hold back the soft noises. If Poppy opened her eyes, Branch would have that little self-satisfied smirk on his face as he looked down at the pink troll.

Eventually they'd move on past the foreplay. Poppy would help Branch situate himself over her and then arc back into the mattress as he entered her, slow and gentle at first. His hips would rock faster as he got into rhythm and Poppy would rise up to meet him. Their eyes would not leave each other's as their breathing caught onto the same frenzied rhythms.

Then that perfect moment hit where the warmth of everything caught fire inside her and the rest of the world fell away for several tiny eternities of pleasure.

They would collapse into one another after that, sweat sticking their skin together as breath was caught and the teal troll kissed along her jawline.

"I love you, Branchifer." Poppy whispered as she traced the constellations of freckles that dotted his back.

"I love you, Poppy—"

They swear to get up but they just don't want to at the moment.