<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/>Corky was dimly aware of the sudden shift of her little spoon, and then the plunk of a Mexican bottom onto the floor of her bedroom.  She just rolled onto her belly, stretching out on the sheet beneath her, and for a moment sprawled happily on the bed by herself, her large bosom squeezed against the sheets and her bare fanny facing the ceiling.  She gave a sleepy kind of grumble, a wordless noise of protest, and stretched lazily across the bed.  She was far more<em>womanly</em>than she’d been when she was dressed and in her pigtails, red hair spilling out over pale freckled skin, and hips and a bosom that were feminine and not girlish.<br/><br/>All of which was ruined by the owlish gaze she gave to the woman spilled on her floor, and the grumpy expression when she realized she was laying buck naked in the bed after only a handful of hours of sleep.  She’d been dreaming of her father’s cabin, of being taught to shoot, of bagging her first bear before she was taller than his hip, and the look of pride in his eyes.  Dark forests and endless green to the north, the cold winters that left everything covered in snow and breaking wood with an axe when her breath turned to frost, only to run inside and throw more wood on the fire and snuggle with him inside a blanket and wait for the cold to melt away.<br/><br/>But she was suddenly naked, and cold, and sleep-addled.  It was way too early to be rising - the Law Dogs didn’t encounter a lot of trouble in the early hours of the morning.  The miners were asleep, and the townsfolk were usually just getting ready for the day, and the shop keepers and workers in the town were rarely any sort of trouble.  No, darkness was when the Law Dogs were needed most, so the early morning hours was a cherished time to sleep.<br/><br/>So she did what seemed logical to a sleep addled mind - she slithered across the bed, to the floor, and plunked down next to Letty, tugged the blanket back around her, and slid an arm around Letty’s waist and curled next to her.<br/><br/>“S’not time’m’get up yet,” she murmured, and tucked herself back against the woman.  She wrinkled her nose.  “Bed’s cozier than the floor,” she added, a little reproachfully.