<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Corky.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cordelia “Corky” Hendricks<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Law Dogs<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 12th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nathan Hunter’s House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Letty<br/><hr/>There was some expression about not kicking someone out of bed for crackers-related infractions, and Corky considered it for a moment then grinned.  She probably wouldn’t kick Letty out of bed for getting crumbs in the bed either, truth be told, and for a moment she considered the sleepy woman nursing the bread and the water.  She remembered once, when she’d gone to Onneca to get fitted for something to wear under her shirt when she was running.  It hadn’t been a problem when she was younger - but as she’d grown up and filled out, jogging down the main streets of Gomorra had been a little unpleasant.  She still remembered the touch of Onneca’s hands on her skin, and the way it had made her belly tighten - and she didn’t know why the memory of it surfaced as she watched the rancher sipping water and chewing.  She just knew that one moment ago she’d been completely comfortable - and the next she was suddenly and awkwardly aware of her own nudity, and she tugged back the covers and slipped in beside her, feeling a little less exposed with the sheets and the blankets to give her a semblance of modesty.<br/><br/><em>Why’m I blushin?</em><br/><br/>She shook her head.<strong>”Naw, ain’t a problem,”</strong>she promised.  Then Letty was curling back against her, and she felt the press of her own skin against Letty’s, and sleep didn’t come quite as easily as it had before.  The bed felt warmer, the room warmer, and she wasn’t sure it had everything to do with the sunlight coming in through the window.<br/><br/>She finally drifted off though - to dreams of kisses with dead, honorable lawmen and demure shopkeepers and to ranchers that smelled like whiskey.  She curled close to Letty, wrapping her tight and occasionally murmuring in her sleep.  Her lips brushed the back of Letty’s neck on occasion, acting out the torrid kisses that danced through her dreams, until finally she stilled and drifted into something deeper.<br/><br/>She woke slowly when she was being addressed, blinking at the foreign language and looking at the pretty Mexican woman who looked down on her.  Her arm was snaked around Letty’s waist, and she didn’t understand what was being said.  “Mmmhmm,” she nodded, and closed her eyes and tucked herself back against Letty’s side.