Most of the time rainy weather just gets them in a huge mood.
Poppy stirred awake before Branch does, roused by the clamorous patter of rain on her window, along with the looming iciness that pierces through the knitted blanket barely covering her shoulders. Apart from with the pallid gauze of dusk that had descended unto the living room, the only source of lustre is from the gentle glow of the television screen, now only displaying the closing credits of the film they had fallen sleep to.
Branch, however, remains in slumber, his hair fanned out on a bent arm beneath her head, his hand slack on the small of her back.
When she attempt to slide off the couch where they both lay, a firm arm suddenly bestirs itself around Poppy's waist and pulls her to his form.
With a conceding, beguiled sigh Poppy shifts to face him, curling towards his figure once more.
“We fell asleep.”
Eyes kept closed, Branch responds with a bleary, “it’s the weather.”
Poppy nods, humming in agreement. Watching the tranquil rise and fall of his chest, she tangled her legs amongst his, rubbing for warmth. Poppy's fingers dance on the planes of his cheeks, the bow of his lips, and he lazily runs his palms on the goosebumps on her arm.
A soft groan emits from his throat as Branch closes the space between them even more, and she swear it reverberates on her skin when he quietly purrs on her neck, “cuddle weather.”
“Careful, Branch. Your softness is showing.”
The curve of his lips that Branch attempts to stifle is not missed by her eye, and Poppy cannot resist holding his cheeks in her hands, coercing him to finally flutter his eyes open as her lips descend on his pout.
The Pop Queen's chuckles are cut short when Branch suddenly deepens the kiss. His tongue, soft yet firm at the same time, delving past her lips to tangle itself with hers. His hands smooth the dip of her waist and up her back, disregarding the blanket that slides to the floor when Branch presses Poppy even closer to his chest.
Relinquishing control, Poppy allows Branch to settle himself on top of her. Delight blooms in her chest at the feel of his weight pressing her down and a hint of his bulge poking between her legs, and Poppy can’t even help but thread her fingers in his hair.
Poppy chased the taste of Branch's lips when he pulls away, instead finding their way down her neck as his breath leaves her skin warm despite the chilly cold air. Branch reaches a hand up to cup her breast, brushing her pebbling nipples through her hoodie.
“Cold, baby?” Branch asks, to which she nodded, breathless.
“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.”
Branch drags her zipper down leisurely and has to pause for a second, breathing out when he discovers the absence of clothing underneath that oversized hoodie she was wearing; Branch makes a mental note that she shouldget rid of her wardrobe but he knew that she wouldn't agree.
His hands enfold Poppy's breasts as if holding them for the first time, his lips leaving sultry kisses on her soft pink flesh before swirling his tongue around a rosy bud. Poppy arched her back in pleasure, moaning his name, and Branch proceeds to scatter blooms of purple on the valley of her breasts and down towards her rib cage.
