Cheyenne Lee Ryder (ruff_ryder) wrote in sons_of_cain, @ 2012-01-09 12:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | cheyenne ryder, lycan, skyler davis, tropicana |
Who: Skyler and Cheyenne.
What: Dealing with domestication.
When: Morning.
Where: Skyler's place.
Rating: R-ish.
Status: Complete.
Cheyenne, once an early riser, oftentimes before the sun itself rose, slept in these days. Where there was once a trim, even concave belly there was now a generous swell, and it was the perpetrator of said swell that she was currently burrowing closer to as the sun glared through a split in the drapes. At first, she'd stayed in her trailer with her mother, but ever since Skyler had met her at one of her clinic appointments and her sons had been so interested in him, she'd been drawn to stay closer to him. Some of it was hormones, but she couldn't blame it all on that. He wasn't Rufus. He cared about his pups and they weren't even born yet - some of that care, even if it was accidental or hormone-driven, spilled onto her.
Privately, through grit teeth, she liked it. She would never admit it, although her conviction wavered sometimes. When he felt the pups move or grudgingly did something to make her comfortable... Cheyenne hoarded those moments in her brain and kept them locked up, unsure of what to do with them. So she'd keep them for later, when her brain wasn't so clouded.
The Ryder Alpha (if she could truly call herself that now - she felt more like a Davis Beta some days) wasn't exactly sure how she'd wound up living with him this past month. She had grown tired of hauling her ass into town, for one thing, and for another, she liked being around him, and so did her sons. They stayed with them at Skyler's sometimes, or with her mother, or with the other pack members that shuffled slowly into town. She didn't have to visit to know that the trailer park, once a little community for her pack, was more or less abandoned. It didn't upset her nearly as much as it should have, and although she got snappy about it on occassion, she became less and less focused on such things as her pups (and she) grew. Some things were more important, and instinct had a strong overriding influence.
Right now, though, she was hungry, she had to pee, and there was sliver of sunlight from the drapes that had somehow wound up straight over her eyes. She shifted a little, but getting comfortable wasn't easy with so much puppy in the way, so she gave Skyler a jab in the ribs.
"Close th'curtains," Cheyenne grouched, "I'm tryin' tah sleep in."
Maybe a month or two ago she would've gotten up and done it herself, but three pups was a lot different than two, and it was such an effort to get up she'd just stay up, and that was unacceptable when she was all warm and cozy.