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Broppy Week: Touches

| Poppy has always loved Branch's huggies...(doiii-) |

Branch was still new to hugging. Now that he and Poppy were dating, however, Poppy expected and anticipated him to hug her more often.

More than the hourly hugtime.

Branch had had trouble processing this and hadn't really gotten the message. He hugged her, sure, all the time, but not nearly enough.

The thing was... he was more of a visual person. If Poppy flashed him the sweetest look with love overflowing in her eyes, Branch would be three times happier than if she had took his hand and gave it a sweet caress.

Of course, with all things, they had to be opposite. Poppy's love language was physical touch.

Mostly hugs.

Poppy began to notice Branch's awkwardness when it came to touch. Which was surprising. He was amazing at it. The way he held her hand, the way he gave small sweet kisses starting her cheek down to the nape of her neck, the way he massaged her shoulders after a long day, the way he held her when they danced, they way he caressed her cheek, back, forehead, whatever seemed to fit the moment.

But most of all, the way he hugged her. Full of love, feeling, and want of more. She could feel his love through his warm embrace. The occasional kiss on her cheek while they hugged only made it better.

She loved the way he touched her. Why was he so afraid to?

One night, hanging with him in his bunker living room while his brothers slept, him lying on one side of the couch, her sitting only a few inches away from him, she managed to get the courage to ask.

Branch blushed. He wasn't used to sharing his personal feelings and opinions the way Poppy always expected him too.

He wasn't used to people caring.

 "Well...uhm, I guess..." He felt heat only rise in his face as Poppy waited expectantly. "I guess I just am never sure you actually enjoy it, is all."

 "You think I loathe your hugs? " she teased. 

 "No, I just... I don't know. Maybe I doubt I can really make a difference through a hug or caress. I wasn't sure if you felt things, a spark, like I did when I hug you or you wrap your arms around me, or..."

This conversation was really embarrassing him. She could tell. But she needed him to know.

"Branch," she cooed, scooting over to him and leaning against him, "you're my world and so much more. You know how much I love hugs in general. You think I'm going to hate one from my boyfriend?"

Branch shrugged. "I dunno. I just began hugging again. Only about a year ago. Maybe they suck."

 Poppy looked into his eyes. "Branch, everybody has a different hug. I would know."

 Branch chuckled, not surprised.

 "Just because your hug may be different doesn't mean it's not loveable. It doesn't mean anything. It's just your hug. And same with you caresses, kisses, and more. The things that make them special is that they're from you. Which is why I love them all so much." 

Branch grinned at her. "So...you do like them?"

"Of course I do. If I could live on your touches, I would." She wrapped her arms around him without asking.

She didn't need to.

 "And as for that spark," Poppy giggled into his shoulder, "I feel that whatever you do to me. Whether that be a hug, a kiss, a tease, a loving look, an encouraging comment...and I hope that will never change."

Branch smiled to himself. His fingers from his right hand ran through her hair, the other hand caressed her waist. He pulled back her bangs from her face and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

It was a small one. It was a short one. She loved it. She loved his tender kisses, no matter what the size and length and place, honestly.

She wondered if she did actually live on his touch. She barely managed without it.

She felt her boyfriend rest his cheek on the top of her head, over her hair. He gave a sweet sigh of happiness.

Poppy knew he was a visual lover and such, and she respected that. But she was right. He did crave the way she felt under his fingertips, her hair strands through his fingers, tracing her eyebrows with the tips of them. 

Yes. She was his world. His life. He didn't need to change her to make her better or anything. She already came almost perfect and ready-to-go.

All he had to do was tend to her every now and then.

He planted another kiss on top of her head and whispered gently into her hair, "Me too."

There we go! More Broppy for ya! This was fun to write, hope you enjoyed! VIRTUAL HUGS 💕💕