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Broppy Week: Distracted

|It's Broppy Week, Day 2 y'all!! This one is where Poppy's gabbing about such and such, by Branch ain't paying a bit of attention. This is such a cute idea, but I got a bit stuck so may not be one of my best ones. Luv! ❤|

Poppy was sitting on her bed, singing and humming to herself, while she cut out and glued her papers together for her scrapbook. She was aware of Branch examining her hands, working skillfully as they worked quickly on the paper, sitting on the other side of the room, in her comfy sofa chair.

She looked up at him. "Are you going to sit next to me and talk or just sit on the other side of the room?" she teased.

 Branch smiled, rolling his eyes. "I don't think I'm want to sit by you." Despite his joking response, he stood up and say down on her bed next to her.

Poppy have him a sweet smile. "Good. Now I can actually see you." 

Branch smirked. "You wanted to talk; what are you going to talk about?" His eyes drifted back to her swift fingers, cutting out paper trolls in the cute scrapbook from that Poppy always made them into.

 "I don't know." Poppy frowned slightly at what she had just created, a scrapbook Biggie, and decided to chuck and redo it. " I can't seem to ever get Biggie perfect, for some reason! " She grumbled, annoyed with herself.

Branch was about to tell her about something that he thought was perfect, but stopped when he noticed her eyes light up in remembrance.

 "Oh my gosh, Branch!! Did you see that new scrapbook at the Troll Cornershop display window?!! It's so perfect and pretty, but it's also so expensive..."

 Branch attempted listening to her conversation, knowing that he had to work on being more interested in her hobbies and interests, but watching her fingers, he lost track of her words.

Those hands were small, simple, and her fingers were swift and gentle. But there was something about the way she delicately placed them places that made him admire them. Whether it be in the paper while she was in her craft mood or when she slid her fingers through his dark hair while placing a sweet kiss on his cheek when knowing he had had a long day.

The skill she had with them too was amazing. She could make a dozen different cards for a dozen different people within ten minutes and not even have to overuse her hands at all.

She could scrapbook well too, obviously. And the way she turned pages of a book was even hot. It was always slowly, gently, like she might break the book of she went any rougher (which might actually be true now that Branch was thinking about it).

"The scrapbook is a glorious violet with tons of glitter, but it is definitely the glitter that makes it so expensive. It must cost, like, 50 or 60 at least.Maybe if I get another job I could try to afford it but..." 

Poppy was still talking a mile a minute, excited about wanting to her favorite person about her favorite thing, but Branch's mind had long left the conversation by now.

Another way Poppy amazingly used her fingers perfectly was during massages. Dang, that girl knew she was doing when it came to those. Often he had come down his bunker, exhausted after a tour or even just a show, and found Poppy, fingers and oils ready to run his back gently with her fingers, waffling them in his back while massaging.

And the way she sometimes kissed his back or shoulder blade while massaging as well simply drive him crazy. Just thinking about it now, while sitting beside her, made him shiver from the memory.

 "I think that if every one in the Snack Pack helped out, we could buy it, but there is no way I'm sharing with anyone, and they would want to share it. Maybe I could get it for my birthday..."

 From the back of his mind, Branch briefly wondered why she was still talking about the same scrapbook, but it was nice to see her happy, smiling, excited.

Majority of his brain, however, was thinking of the most impressive thing, in his opinion, that Poppy's skilled hands did.

The way her fingers sometimes roped through his dark curls, they way they sometimes rubbed against his chest or gripped his vest while they slowly kissed, they way her fingers caressed his chin when he was feeling let down, the way they caressed his cheek as well.

Yup. Those hands were talented alright. And perfect.

Absolutely perfect.

He realized that her voice was indicating that her conversation was ending, and her fingers finished the last scrapbook troll.

Snapping back to reality, he looked down at the page she had made while talking. It was Branch and Poppy holding hands while sitting on a beach, watching the sun set. A heart floated above them and Branch could feel the calm that Poppy had emphasized in her artwork.

Talented.

 "There we go!" Poppy held it up. "Done! Though it might look better in the other scrapbook."

 "Other scrapbook?" Branch frowned a bit, confused.

 "In the display window!" Poppy reminded him.

Nothing.

Poppy lifted an eyebrow. "We're you listening to a word I was saying Branch?"

Branch grinned. "Maybe not."

Poppy sighed, exasperated. She smiled.

Branch leaned over and gave her ear a kiss. "Don't worry, I was learning about very important things while you talked. "

"I'm sure," Poppy chuckled.

~~~

 "Here." Branch slammed that big new scrapbook Poppy had been day dreaming about for years.

 "Branch?!!" Poppy's voice hitched, excitedly.

 "There. Prayer answered. You're welcome. "

Poppy squealed and wrapped her arms around Branch happily. "I love you, Branch."

"I love you too, Queen Poppy, " he laughed in response.

End.

I wrote this whole half-asleep :DDD