[ For the first few hours, La'an sleeps peacefully in the arms of James Tiberius Kirk. It's the sleep of exhaustion, deep enough to avoid the stage of the cycle where pesky dreams lie. But few good things ever last and eventually one does slip through, wrapping around her like a spider's web, twining itself in memory and fear until she's suffocating in it.
It's too warm. She shifts as she dreams, her body instinctively trying to get away from the heat that reminds her of the breeding planet, seeking the protective cold where the Gorn refuse to tread. A frown creases her expression as she pushes back from that solid wall of warmth, her consciousness trying to claw free of the dream that clings to her. A quiet, keening moan tears itself from her throat as the blanket tangles around her in her attempt to break free, and her dream shifts from that hot, humid planet to those terrifying hours of being drugged on the ship. ]
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It's too warm. She shifts as she dreams, her body instinctively trying to get away from the heat that reminds her of the breeding planet, seeking the protective cold where the Gorn refuse to tread. A frown creases her expression as she pushes back from that solid wall of warmth, her consciousness trying to claw free of the dream that clings to her. A quiet, keening moan tears itself from her throat as the blanket tangles around her in her attempt to break free, and her dream shifts from that hot, humid planet to those terrifying hours of being drugged on the ship. ]