Poppy and Branch play a super intense game of chess.
Branch sat across from his wife, drumming his fingers furiously on the table. His lips set in a hard line; his bright blue eyes that was glaring in her direction, locked on hers.
The Pop Queen held her ground, unwavering in her current plan of action. This was going to happen. Poppy had waited what felt like an eternity for this very moment. Finally, this was going to happen, after all this time; that didn’t mean she couldn’t draw it out longer.
The Pop Queen reached forward slowly, then made her move. The teal troll's eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed, and then it was done.
“Check mate!” The pink troll exclaimed, thrilled to have thwarted her own husband in a game of chess.
Branch thumped his hand on the table, but there was no malice in it, he held his hand out to you, “Good match Poppy.”
The Pop Queen took his hand firmly in hers and gave it one solid shake before letting it go. With the same hand Poppy swiped the chess set across the table, pieces scattering everywhere. The Pop Queen crawled over the table and pulled Branch to her for a much heated kiss.
“You really should take better care of your queen,” The pink troll purred into his ear as Branch sucked a mark onto her neck.
“Hmm, allow me, then,” was all the warning Poppy got before Branch wrapped her into his arms and carried Poppy off to the bedroom.
