Chakotay's eyes flew open as he awoke with a gasp. He couldn't move his body. His limbs felt heavy and like they were… pinned to his sides. By a small warm body wrapped around him with a vice-like grip. A body with red hair who carried the faintest hints of Kathryn's rose perfume.
Smiling now, he nudged her over so he could move. He rolled to face her and laid an arm over her waist.
"Sorry to wake you," she whispered. "There was thunder again."
"Don't worry," he chuckled, "we'll be past this part of space soon. Sleep safe now."
