One night ⇒ ᴮᴿᴼᴾᴾᵞ ᴸᴱᴹᴼᴺ

One night

You have been warned, sorry for any typos ⇨

C'mon poppy. 

Poppy thought as she stared into the light blue orbs of Branch's. Often lately, they got into a fight, an argument. As they both stood inside Poppy's pod. 

"Poppy, Listen. You can stop 'Pretending'." Branch said, Finally breaking the silence, Poppy perked up at him and shook her head "No, Branch. I do NOT have night terros, and YOU. Yes you, will leave my what you call it?" 

Branch puffed and pointed at her eyes, unamused "You mean, Your eye bags?"

   "Yes! You'll leave my eye bags alone, because I'm fine. Do I have to spell that out?" Poppy asked, venom in her tone. Branch stared at her for a second or two, before crossing his arms on his chest. "Yeah, Sure. Whatever. Believe you're fine, and there's nothing I must do."

"Great, Now please leave, it's getting dark." Poppy said, rudely. Branch rolled his eyes slightly, and walked out. Without any other word said. Poppy slammed her pod door shut. "God, he's so.. paranoid." Poppy said, some venom laced here and there in her vocal chords, but I love it. But she still couldn't help but have some mixed feelings. 

She then turned to her closet, and picked out a short dress, covering thirty percent of her body, and exposing some of her breasts from the top. She let her hair slide down her neck, to her waist. Then walked to the bathroom turned on the light, and placed some body spray on "Mm, He loves it when I smell like bubblegum.." she said and exhaled, thinking about that someone, drives her insane. 

"Ugh," she responded with herself, fixing her bra. She looked back at the mirror, and huffed. "Sexy hunk," she said to herself, obviously thinking about a someone. The thought of him, makes her senses Wild, makes her want to kiss him. Makes her want him to call her mine. 

So yeah, they fight. Argue, and perhaps it drives her crazy. But the kind of crazy where she wants him to shut the fuck up and kiss her. Wants to feel his body pressed against her, and his lips against her own. And his chin and toung lapping her neck and chest, and—

"Enough Poppy." She tells herself, 'Never gonna happen'.

With deleting some thought she goes to her bed, laying down and inhaling. Lowering her hand to her lower area and rubbing, imagining its him. Then let's out a soft moan, "Mm.. Branch, Fuck.." But before going further, she opens her eyes and realizes, what she's doing. "Ugh," she says, retracting her arm to her chest again. "Never gonna happen." 

Then she felt her eye getting heavier and she closed them, but that didn't last long, in within a minute she was wide awake again. Breathing heavily, and her chest rising up and down. She rubbed her temples and sat up, "Branch was right, I can't go on this way, it'll destroy me." 

Without thinking much of it, she latches her robe on and opens her pod door, Breathing in some air, then stepping out. Closing her pod door, and starting her way towards Branch's bunker. The cold air hit her chest and she shivered 'Just a few more steps," she told herself.  And like she never thought about uhm she was in front of his bunker, holding the robe against her. She took in a sharp breath and knocked.

She stood there for about a good minute, before hearing someone unlocking some locks. She held in her breath, and looked down at the door mat, where she could see his gorgeous blue orbs. 'Shit Poppy, Just shut up.'

"Poppy, what are you doing here? And at a time like this? It's Eleven, at night!" And without thinking much, or letting poppy talk, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down. She squealed a bit in surprise, but he placed his two warm hands on her shoulders, which she exhaled a sigh. 'It always feels so good, when he touches me, with his gentle grasp.'