Chakotay found her on her ready room couch, her feet curled under the cushions. Her hair was ruffled, tumbling over her cheeks and obscuring her eyes. He crouched before her, brushing the red strands away before he planted a kiss to her forehead, whispering softly.
"Come to bed, Kathryn. You can't sleep here."
"What do you think I was doing?" She stirred quietly, slowly blinking the sleep away.
"Come to bed." He stood, holding out his hand. She clasped it tightly, conceding defeat, allowing him to lead her away from her work and back to the warmth of their quarters.