The Desired Effect

Do you hear the crack when I break?

"Are you going to show me around or what?" Poppy sassed, adjusting her head on the arm of the sofa. Her legs laying over Brandon's lap. His dark hair sticking out in all directions and a slight weary smile on his lips.

"I guess so?" he shrugged, flashing his toothy grin. Poppy leant forwards to peck a sweet kiss on his cheek. He turned to her, surprised by the affection. "You know your not such a toughie after all are you?" he placed a kind hand on her knee. She shrugged and turned her gaze down to their laps. "I don't mean it like that" he back-pedalled, "I-I just mean you had me fooled, but you're a sweetheart after all" he offered a sweet smile, reassuring Poppy. "anyway, private tour?" he averted the focus, pushing himself up onto his feet and offering a hand for Poppy. She keenly took his hand and followed after him. He guided her across the spacious living room to a kitchen area. It had huge sparkling marble counters and oak wood cupboards. A faint aroma of strong coffee caught her attention. Poppy was taken aback by it all. They passed the dining room which looked virtually untouched and went up the grand staircase.

Poppy was impressed by his bathroom, he had a bath that she could probably swim in, and a massive shower and two sinks. That made Poppy giggle.

"Why do you need two sinks?" she scoffed.

"- One for me and one for my ego" he quipped, making them both erupt with laughter, "nah, it came like it" he shrugged. She liked his house but she could tell there was no female in his life to add some colour or life to it. Everything seemed clean and tidy but dull. They wandered down the hallway, passing his office or studio as he called it, a storage room which was basically empty, a spare room and finally his bedroom. He definitely saved the best until last. Poppy strode straight over to his panoramic windows, her face lit up just like the lights of Las Vegas before her. She went to place her palms on the glass but restrained herself, knowing Brandon would hate the marks it would leave.

"Bran!" she gasped, trying to take it all in, "this is beautiful!" she managed, feeling Brandon close the gap between them.
"Sin City" he announced, "home." Poppy couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight.
"Point everything out to me" Poppy asked adamantly. He obliged. He looped his left arm over her shoulder and used his right hand to point at various sights. Poppy could listen to him talk all day, his country drawl comforted her.
"What?" Brandon sighed lightly, realising Poppy was staring up at him. She shook her head and smiled.
"How am I even here with you?" she sighed, a sadness to her tone. He shrugged, unsure of how to answer such question. "this isn't how my life is supposed to be" sadness began to consume her.
"hey, Pops no" he soothed, rubbing his hands against her arms, "you're here because it's where you're meant to be darling" he offered a smile. "You might think that you should be elsewhere but we think wrong sometimes" his wisdom slowly sunk in, "I want you here" he pulled her into his arms, engulfing her in his warm embrace. "and what you said, about good girls die young... that's not always true, good girls just need someone to look out for them" he explained, feeling Poppy's hands clasp onto his back. He didn't know whether he was the one to look out for Poppy or not but what he did know was that he was willing to do that.

Poppy looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Brandon leant down and tenderly kissed her forehead. Poppy blinked hard and savoured the feeling. She had never felt such sweet affection before, she was unsure how to respond at first.
"You're so wise" she smiled, her eyes now clear of tears. She swallowed before rocking up onto her tiptoes, planting her lips straight on his. The taste of the sweet custard still lingering slightly. The passion and lust flowed between their lips. Their hands roaming over one another's body, with only their clothes as a barrier. They padded as one towards Brandon's bed, a huge king size with the softest sheets Poppy had ever felt. With a thud, Poppy fell on top of Brandon and onto the luxurious bed. Poppy's lips drifted along to his neck while her fingers ran through his hair. He groaned as his eager eyes flickered shut. She paused at his collarbone and grazed her teeth against it, eliciting a moan from Brandon. Before she knew it, he had manoeuvred them so that he was now leaning over her, his knees on either side of her, trapping her. She began to giggle as Brandon took his turn to pepper her neck with kisses. Only when he found a discreet place just below her collarbone, did he bite, causing Poppy's giggles to cease immediately and instead she groaned and her grip around Brandon's shoulders tightened. They continued for what felt like hours.