#cheynne

Moccasins

Rawhide, beadwork

Unknown Cheyenne artisan, Montana, c. 1914

I WANT HIS CHILDREN!

I WANT HIM TO RAIL ME INTO A COMA.

I WANT HIM TO CHOKE ME OUT WITH HIS BARE HANDS.

Just, gabby…gabby imagine this

Spencer comes home from the scratch case dropping all his stuff walking over to you on the bed, quietly moving up your sleeping body, his lips ghosting over your neck and cheek waking you slowly. His voice in your ear. “Baby…i’m home…” You wake up slowly eyes adjusting, before reacting reaching up and hugging him tight, he sighs gripping your waist pulling you up and holding you close. His fingers running through your messy sleep hair.

Pulling back, he kisses you, his hand coming to your jaw, moving down to your throat squeezing lightly causing you to gasp leaning in to whisper “Daddy’s missed you…so much…these little sounds…god i heard them in my mind….but they always sound better in the flesh….god i love you” he just kisses you hard moving over you. “Let daddy show you how much he missed you”.

*SCREAMS* i just need him! -cheynne