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We are back with the other part of Sweet Affection aka the Types of Kisses challenge starring Branch and Poppy. I hope that you will enjoy this series!!!

1. A super long kiss that wasn't intentional.
2. A kiss on the shoulder
3. Shower kiss
4. Against the wall kiss
5. Neck grabbing during kisses
6. Demanding kisses
7. Sweaty kisses
8. Teasing kisses
9. Tangled kisses
10. Needy kisses
11. Rolling over in bed, switching positions during a kiss
12. Lipbite kisses
13. Too much tongue kisses
14. Collarbone kisses
15. Kissing because they are really bored.
16. Hair pulling kisses

There will be more on this list coming soon but you guys are allowed to recommend some of your ideas if you like. Don't be afraid to speak up!!! Enjoy this new series!!!

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The Pop Queen was still laying in bed, tangled in the warm blankets and pillows. She still hadn't yet opened her eyes but she could feel the bright warmth of the sun coming through the window. Poppy groaned, realizing she were going to have to face the day.

"Mornin," a voice came from the doorway, Branch stood there topless, his boxers riding low on his waist "time to get up"

The pink troll pulled the covers over her head, groaning into them, "just ten more minutes..."

Poppy heard him come further in to the room, pulling the blanket away from her face "It's already eleven"

Poppy's eyes fluttered open reluctantly, landing on Branch's face before trailing down towards his bare chest, and down further seeing how low his boxers had ridden– almost showing off what was underneath.

Poppy's cheeks burned red with embarrassment when Branch noticed her looking and smirked mischievously, "did I catch you staring?" He teased.

The Pop Queen's face reddened further as she tried her best to hide behind her hands "shut up," Poppy's voice was muffled as she tried to bury herself in the bed covers again.

The teal troll leaned over, knees pressing into the bed beside her "You're so cute" Branch chuckled, gently moving her hands away from her face.

His fingers brushed against hers, sending shivers down her spine. Poppy's heart rate sped up involuntarily. The Pop Queen blushed even deeper, turning her gaze away from his, trying to compose herself but Branch was having none of it.

Before she knew it, Branch was leaning forward, almost bringing her face close enough for his lips to brush against hers. The proximity made Poppy's stomach do flip flops but he was quick to pull back before she could react. Branch chuckled, he always did love to tease.

"Branch?" The Pop Queen's voice was barely above a whisper. His name felt heavy on her tongue.

"Hmm?" Branch responded innocently, not even bothering to try to mask the smirk that was playing on his lips. The Pop Queen could tell just how much fun he was having. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze, too embarrassed by how well his little game was working.

Branch was relentless however, he moved closer to Poppy until his face hovered over hers "You want me to kiss you, don't you?" he whispered huskily. His words sent electricity tingling across Poppy's skin.

The lump in her throat grew larger, Poppy wanted him to kiss her more than anything but she knew Branch wouldn't dare move until she said something. The Pop Queen forced herself to meet his gaze and almost melted at the intensity in his blue eyes, Poppy's breath was shaky as she nodded. The smile on his face grew wider as Branch leaned in closer, his lips brushed against hers slowly, testing Poppy's reaction before deepening the kiss.

The Pop Queen closed her eyes at the feeling. Her own heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably. Poppy gasped as she felt his tongue sweep across her lower lip.

Poppy couldn't stop herself from letting out a soft moan as she parted her lips for him. Her breathing became laboured as Poppy felt his tongue slide inside her mouth. The Pop Queen's arms wrapped around Branch's neck instinctively and she tugged lightly on his hair, desperate for more.

Branch pulled away with a smug look on his face, leaving Poppy wanting more. He obviously sensed this, pressing a soft peck to her forehead before he climbed off the bed "time to get up" he reminded her.

The teal troll winked at Poppy and left the room, leaving her dumbstruck. The Pop Queen laid there in disbelief as her chest rose and fell. No way she could ever fall back asleep now. Poppy swung her legs around the edge of the bed, trying to wipe the blush off her face before she finally got up.

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No words were exchanged between Poppy and Branch – their body language spoke for them instead. Actions spoke louder than words, yes?

Their heavy breathing was in sync, and apart from Branch's throaty groans and Poppy's high-pitched yelps, the only things that could be heard were the tugging of clothes, and the panting they emitted. The teal troll's lips were all over Poppy's cheeks, her jaw, even down to her neck, his body desperately aching for her. His hands hastily tugged at the garments that covered her body, hot breath brushing against her skin which had her shiver in delight. Loud tearing of clothing echoed, and in seconds, the teal troll tossed a piece of tattered fabric aside.

Before The Pop Queen could even utter his name, Poppy was muted shut, only offering a hushed squeak when his mouth hungrily crashed with hers. The Pop Queen sharply gasped in surprise, feeling his hips thrust forward, locking her against the wall behind her with no escape. Small hands gripped at Branch's shoulders, yanking gently at his messy long hair when he grew sloppier with their kiss, tongues now in contact. Unknowingly, she loosened the hold on his hair, the tangles fluttering down and allowing his long hair to be messy.

Saliva connected their lips as Branch abruptly broke the kiss, and moved his mouth to her neck, eyes closed. The Pop Queen could feel his hot breath against her neck, the way he grind himself against her – letting her know how much he needed her – and the roughness of his touch.

Her own hands were now urgently beginning to pull away at his shorts, and much to her pleasure, he tore his hands off her to help her swiftly pull off all of his clothing (it wasn't much). More and more, bare skin pressed against one another. In between the shake of his body to allow the fabrics to fall off his body, Poppy heatedly dove in for another kiss, sloppy, messy, and this time, she kept up with their steamy lip-lock, showing Branch exactly how much she wanted this just as much as him. The loud groan Branch emitted when she pulled at his hair was worth the roughness of his hands along her frail, trembling body.

Their movements were now rough, their breathing was jagged, and the noises they emitted were all that was necessary for communication.

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Poppy giggled, climbing on top of Branch, to which he rolled his eyes. Sneaky hands found their way to her rear, gently massaging the flesh through her underwear. The teal troll pulled Poppy close, resting his head on her shoulder, lovestruck eyes watching her. Poppy was feeling very overwhelmed with an urge to kiss him, so she did just that.

The kiss was slow, loving. Even as their tongues tangled, the kiss didn't get any less caring, only the passion rose with every passing second. Soon, Poppy's hands were gripping at the back of his neck as Branch flipped them over, moving down to her neck to leave love bites and hickeys along his way.

The Pop Queen pulled him back up after a while of Branch playing with her breasts, stating she was ready for him. Apparently that was all he needed to be sure.

Slowly Branch pushed into Poppy. So slow, so fucking gentle. The Pop Queen's heart swole with love when Branch was finally fully seated within her.

Branch's arms encased Poppy gently, holding her against his body.

"What are you doing?", The Pink Troll asked amusedly, returning the hug.

"Wanna hold you for a second..." Just then she heard the love in his voice, the doubt Branch had in himself.

Without a thought, Poppy pressed several kissed all over his face, everywhere she could reach was unsafe of her loving lips. Soon The Pop Queen had him chuckling.

Encasing his lips with hers, Poppy bucked her hips into his, willing him to finally move.

Like everything else in their love making, his thrusting was slow and loving. The Pop Queen was panting, hands gripping Branch's shoulders to pull and hold him close as she neared her climax. The teal troll wouldn't go much faster or harder, but the steady pressure against her walls had Poppy moaning.

Poppy tumbled over, It was the most intense orgasm Branch ever had given her, but as it faded, a tingling feeling of love and trust stayed within them.

Before Branch could pull out, The Pop Queen pressed her lips against him in another loving kiss, making sure Branch knew how much she really loved him. And by the way he kissed back, Poppy knew how much Branch loved her too.

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Queen Poppy's sleeping with her back toward Branch on her right side and wake up to the feeling of soft, light kisses on her neck and shoulder, almost making a pattern, playing around. The Pop Queen opened her eyes and letting them adjust to the soft sunlight streaming into the room through the crack in the curtains. Poppy turned around and look up, catching Branch staring at her intently. Full of admiration and love.

Poppy grabbed his shirt and pulled herself closer to him, still sleepy. The teal troll's arms automatically comes around her body, caging her into his warmth. The Pop Queen hasn't stopped admiring his features and more precisely, his teal eyes. As in a trance Poppy lifts her right hand and caress the side of his face, she removes his hair out of his eyes and just gaze at his eyes ~~they are so vibrant and beautiful~~ Moving on automatic pilot, Poppy raised her head slowly and gently leave a kiss on Branch's left cheek. The Pop Queen lets it linger for a few seconds and enjoy the moment, then she returned to her previous position and lock eyes with Branch again.

All this while nothing has been said, because for this moment they don't need words to convey the message. The air has become thick with adoration and want, need~ blocking everything else out. Then Branch lifts his hand and combs it through Poppy's messy hair, exposing her face entirely, and cups her cheek. Suddenly he exhales deeply as if losing his patience and joins his lips with Poppy's. Eyes closed she moved her lips in sync with his soft ones and melt into the kiss. It starts out slow, but full of passion, both of them letting out contented sighs here and there.

The rhythm picks up and Branch moves Poppy's so that she's half on top of him, legs tangled together. The Pop Queen feel teeth nibbling at her bottom lip and exhale letting out a satisfied sound. The teal troll then licks the place he nibbled on and Poppy opened her mouth giving him access, letting his tongue explore and play with hers. Poppy has one hand still gripping his shirt and the other tugging on his hair. Both so into the moment, they wish it could last forever.

At last the couple simultaneously pull away, in need of air, both out of breath. Not wanting the moment to end yet, Poppy pecking him on the lips and leaves her forehead rest against his, breathing in his scent. The Pop Queen locks eyes again, still basking in the moment, Branch's radiating happiness and fulfillment and love, Oh so much love. She could feel it in her bones, this love shared between them.

Even though no words are needed, for the pink troll can read Branch's every expression by now, Branch still speaks in a soft, low morning voice. "I love you", he says. Cupcakes, she loves his voice like this. The Pop Queen moved back a bit to have a better view of his face and smile. Branch seems to follow her movement and presses a heart-fluttering kiss on Poppy's forehead before moving back. The Pop Queen could actually feel her own heart making a leap out of her chest, after all this time nothing has changed. Branch exhales contentedly. "I love you", he repeats. By now his smile mirrors her own. "I love you too", The Pop Queen replied. Branch's arms, still safely around her, tighten slightly and the pink troll rest her head on his chest. Branch starts humming a song while cuddling Poppy and she realized it's one of her favorites. And it would be for a while.

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Queen Poppy sits on his thigh, and her hands are in his hair going through them. Branch can’t help but smile into the endless kiss. His hands rest on Poppy's back, dragging his knuckles down her spine.

The Pop Queen pulls back for a brief moment, adjusting her position to be more comfortable. Branch smiles as she leans back in, placing soft, long, wet kisses on his lips.

The teal troll can’t help but chuckle against her lips.

“What?” The Pop Queen questioned. “Why are you laughing at me?”

Branch puts his hands on her cheeks, to keep them from pulling away. He kisses them again, before he answers her. “I’m not laughing at you. I’m just admiring how...determined you are to kiss me.”

“I like kissing you, you’re good at it.” Poppy chuckles. “This how I show my love, you know this.” The Pop Queen say between small kisses.

The teal troll smiles into the kisses again. “By kissing me to death.”

“Yes.” Poppy giggled, hands moving to his neck to keep his head in position.

“I mean, of all the ways to go out...” Branch laughs as he begins to kiss Poppy back again.

Poppy used to not think much about kissing, she's always treated it casually...until Branch. The Pop Queen never felt casual about him, she couldn’t. He rewrote her brain the moment she saw him.

“I love you.” The pink troll murmur against his lips.

“I love you too.” Branch whispers back.

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Just crawling into his lap while he's reading a book or just sitting by the fire, taking his face into her hands, cradling his cheeks in her palms as Poppy leans up and spatter his face with kiss after kiss after kiss after kiss.

Branch startled, confused, and red as a tomato, sputtering half words as Poppy kept kissing and kissing and kissing and kissing. His hands are raised, startled at the intrusion, but when they finally settle, it's to pull her closer, even while he's still trying to ask her what the heck she's doing. All it takes, however, is a kiss to his lips, longer than the rest, held against him like a finger asking to be quiet. Only her request, is matched, with the gentle little lick of her tongue, testing the waters of how much both her and Branch were willing to go for this kiss, as well as teasing and taunting her so dearly beloved.

And one of those hands cradling her close slips up to catch The Pop Queen by the neck, pressing her close and keeping her from escaping as Branch all too eagerly reciprocates. Kissing Poppy in the way she knows the teal troll loves to do, swapping between tiny needy licks at her lips and chaste kisses that he's so so eager to dole out.

If at any point Poppy push away from him, Branch would release her willingly, staring at Poppy with droopy almost dazed eyes, awestruck and lovestruck smiling, faint but warm, like the sunbeams of a dying sun slipping between the trees. It'll take him a moment before Branch remembers to ask, too busy basking in the warmth of Poppy's affection. Keeping his arms tight around her, cuddling in their shared embrace. Hell, Branch might never ask, honestly, thinking that his chance to has long since passed, or that he would rather not run the risk of making Poppy hesitate to do that again.

Maybe one day he'll ask. If Poppy haven't graced him with another session of sporadic kisses all over his face. He'll ask she why Poppy did it in the first place, after asking of course if Poppy even remembered doing it at all.

and maybe The Pop Queen tell him that Branch just looked like he needed some kisses, or that he was so so pretty by the firelight that she couldn't help herself. Or maybe Poppy just shrug and say she did it on a whim. And a look will cross his face, all too familiar to Poppy as Branch hesitates to ask.

Poppy however, beat him to the punch, reaching up on her tip toes, to cup his cheeks and guide him down to her, spattering his face with her affection once more, much to his quiet delight, visible only in the way Poppy could feel his lips twitch upwards as she kisses the corners over and over again; at the feel of his arms snaking to hold Poppy tight against him, lifting her up so the teal troll can enjoy her kisses without giving his back a hard time, and the way Branch reciprocates, at every chance he gets, trying to catch up and futility drowning in all the kisses Poppy gives him.

Be warned, though, the moment she leans away. The moment Poppy give him an opening, the teal troll turned would seize any opportunity he's given, and be quick to enact his affectionate revenge all over Poppy's face and neck. Kiss after kiss after kiss after kiss.

And when Branch meets Poppy's lips again, he'll whisper a soft confession, drowned out by the wind rustling through the trees, drowned out by birdsong and animal chatter, drowned out by the rushing river not too far away.

Simple words, that only the pink troll would ever be able to hear.

"I love you."

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The raindrops could be heard crashing against the window, it was about midnight and someone was still awake in that room barely lit by a lamp on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Poppy..." said lazily the teal troll lying next to her who wrapped an arm around her waist affectionately. The Pop Queen just stroked his tousled hair with her free hand.

"Just a moment," The Pop Queen replied without taking her eyes off the scrapbook which she propped up with a pillow in her lap. "Done, " Poppy said turning off the device and putting it away in a drawer in the nightstand. The Pop Queen settled into bed to get ready for sleep, how glad she was to finally get some rest.

The bed was big enough for both of them, however, Branch preferred to always sleep next to her as he did every night, although in the morning they didn't always wake up in the same position. She lay on her back facing the ceiling thinking about what she planned to do tomorrow, something Branch noticed. Poppy realized that he was watching her in the darkness.

"Is something wrong?" he asked as he noticed her thinking.

The Pop Queen sighed and lay on her side to look at his face, she could tell he was tired and wanting to sleep.

"Nothing, just thinking about things pending for tomorrow."

She was sorry to wake him up. However, she saw him smile. That got Poppy's attention.

"Do I have something on my face?" she asked with a frown.

"Nothing, I just, I think you're beautiful any time of day," Branch commented running his hand over her face tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He loved that woman too much.

Poppy blushed at his words and chose to turn her back on him, something Branch took advantage of by settling in behind her for a spoon hug. The Pop Queen felt so small next to him, definitely noticing their difference in size.

Branch was warm and gave her that warmth she so longed to receive from him, and only him. He tenderly kissed her cheek, his soft lips brushed her skin, leaving an comforting sensation. Then he placed another kiss on her exposed shoulder. The Pop Queen felt a shiver as she felt that intimate caress, enjoying how it made her feel.

Branch took Poppy's hand and entwined it with his. Minutes passed and they sank into the tranquility of the moment, any worries of the day didn't matter, there was only them and their precious connection. They settled together wrapped in the embrace they shared and little by little they closed their eyes, feeling the mutual warmth of their bodies and the soft rhythm of their breathing.

"Goodnight, " was the last thing Branch said before falling asleep next to her, where he belonged.

"I love you," Poppy whispered softly succumbing to sleep soon after.

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Branch stole Poppy's breath, lips on hers, thick hands wrapped around the back of Poppy's thighs keeping her pinned against the wall, pressing closer and grinding into her.

The Pop Queen could only hold on to his strong shoulders, returning his heated kisses with equally urgent ones, opening for him when the teal troll pressed the tip of his tongue to her lips. A low growl crawled up his throat as he swept in tasting Poppy, making her whimper. Branch crowded her, muscles rippling under her fingertips, demanding more, Poppy sighed as he kissed up her jaw, nipping at hrr ear before moving down and marking her skin.

"Are you sure?" The Pop Queen snickered, brain a little fuzzy, "bedroom is over there Branch"

Branch pressed his forehead to Poppy's, gazing into her eyes, both of them breathing heavily. The Pop Queen yelped when he pulled her clear off the wall, clinging desperately to him. "Psshht, I got ya."

"Branch I can walk!" Poppy nearly shrieked, burying her face just under his jaw.

"And I like the way you wrap around me," The teal troll huffed.

Poppy shimmied in his grip tightening her legs around his waist as Branch jostled her a little.

"Atta girl," came his soft voice in her ear.

It sent shivers and dark promises to come through her. Setting Poppy's skin on fire and tightening the coil in her belly. "Goodness Branch, I'm not even naked yet-"

Branch laughed as he kicked the bedroom door shut, "trust me, that's just the beginning-"

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Branch's lips ghosting over Poppy's lower back is what wakes her up. Poppy's shirt must have bunched up in her sleep. The cool air on her skin isn't what makes her shiver.

It is easy to imagine the loving expression Branch must have on his face as he pulls the hem of her shirt back down.

Then, two fingers pull up her loose sleeve enough so he can press his lips to her elbow. The teal troll begins there before lifting her arm slightly while his lips kiss down her arm, all the way to the tip of her pinky.

Poppy curls her finger and glides it over his smiling lips. Earning her a huff of laughter before Branch pulls back and lays her arm back down on the blankets.

Light touches along the neckline of her shirt makes her heartbeat pick up. Branch pulls on the fabric enough to expose her shoulder, and then his lips are soft, warm, and perfect against her skin.

Just when Poppy is about to turn, to hopefully bring his wonderful lips to her own, his hand slides the neckline of her shirt back into place, but then Branch kisses her shoulder again through the fabric.

All thoughts Poppy had of shifting leave her at that. Suddenly, she is more curious to feel what else Branch will kiss if she stays like this.

One moment, he has pulled back entirely, and the next, he is brushing her hair away from her neck, and she can't help but hum happily in anticipation.

Gently, Branch runs his fingers through her hair, and then his lips are on her neck, kissing everywhere he can reach, and when he has, he slips a finger under the neckline of her shirt and stretches the fabric down. His lips instantly pressing more kisses there, so quickly that the cool air didn't even reach her skin.

When his kisses start to include teeth and tongue, The Pop Queen shivers at the feeling. Her nipples harden, and she takes his hand, the one that had been pulling on her shirt, and she brings it under her to feel it. Branch just holds her breast. Not teasing her yet.

Knowing him, this could continue for hours if she lets it; maybe it would become more, maybe it wouldn't, but either way, it is a real temptation.

But even with her eyes still closed, The Pop Queen can also guess how early it is, and a large part of her is unwilling to wake up fully yet. She just wants to sleep beside him.

"Dear, how early is it?" Poppy asks, her voice thick from sleep.

"Much too early, Poppy," The teal troll whispers. His lips leave her skin, and he settles beside her on the bed as if he knows what she is about to say.

Now she turns. Her eyes open and find his tired and loving blue eyes in the predawn light. "Come here. More sleep," The Pop Queen insists, wrapping her arms around Branch and bringing him in to rest his head on her chest.

Running her finger along the edge of his ear while Branch lets out a long exhale. His momentum and will to be awake, The Pop Queen can feel it as it leaves him.

Exhaustion follows for them both.

Pure contentment fills them as they fall asleep for as long as they have before the alarm wakes them up at a hopefully reasonable hour.

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Branch leaned in, the rim of his Sun hat tickled Poppy's forehead. His teal eyes flickered with uncertainty.

The Pop Queen's heart skipped, and stomach churned. This was it—her first kiss! And it was with Branch! Somewhere deep down in her mind, Poppy recalled that she is probably his first kiss as well.

But that didn’t reassure her at all. What if they messed it up? Bumped foreheads, smacked teeth? Wait—teeth? Why would there be teeth involved? Poppy's mind whirled—they haven’t even kissed yet and she’s already messing it up in her head. She buried her face in her hands and groaned.

“Uh, Poppy?” The teal troll poked her cheek. “What are you doing?”

“N-nothing!” The Pop Queen squeaked, jolting backwards. Her back smacked against the bathroom sink—and she winced from the sudden throbbing pain.

Scratch that, she didn’t need to bump foreheads to ruin the kiss, she just needed to be herself.

Poppy mumbled, fidgeting with her fingers, “I’m ruining our first kiss.”

His teal eyes went wide. “Our first what—”

Do now, think later, Poppy told herself. And she seized him by the shoulders and closed her eyes and kissed him. The Pop Queen felt him stiffen, but he didn’t pull back. His lips were so soft and so plush, and the kiss while it was chaste and light as air, it managed to send waves of tingles and shivers down her spine

Poppy pulled back and shyly looked up at him through her lashes and gasped—Branch's face blazed red and Poppy felt herself burn up.

“Y-you weren’t going to kiss me,” The Pop Queen said, slowly processing his look of utter shock. “Were you?”

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to play cards with me and Guy Diamond...”

“Oh,” was all she could say. And they stood in silence for a moment before The Pop Queen suddenly turned sharply—ready to bolt out of there and away from the humiliation—

“Wait!” Branch grabbed her wrist. “Poppy!”

Poppy turned to face him the best way she could as the mortification seeped in.

Branch barely could maintain eye contact as he fumbled over his words. “It wasn’t—I mean I wanted to—”

Poppy's bottom lip trembled—and Branch pulled her into a hug, clutching her tightly against his chest. The Pop Queen found it weird that even though he’s nervous, she could hear his heart race. “I liked it,” The teal troll murmured. “The kiss.”

Poppy's stomach fluttered. “Me too,” she said, breathily.

And before either of them could do anything or say anything else—the door banged open.

“Branch! I NEED YOUR HELLLLPPPPP!” Guy Diamond's voice made them jump apart.

And while Poppy didn’t know what was next to come for them, she felt a bubble of excitement and anxiousness for the next time they’re alone together.