Tempest woke in a strange bed.
Even more strange than the bed that she'd grown accustomed to in the large room Dron had given to her. She woke nearly swaddled in blankets and limbs.
Limbs?
Her eyes flashed open and she looked around. There wasn't much she could make out in the darkness but there was no mistaking the heavy breathing that was next to her ear. As slowly as she could she turned her head to see a semi relaxed Dron. He was sleeping deeply, but there were still worry lines marring his gorgeous face.
Tempest tried to stay still, tried to close her eyes and go back to sleep but her body refused. It might have had something to do with the fact that it felt like she was burning up. Thankfully not the intense skin peeling itchiness that she felt before falling asleep. Just warm.
Slowly, she tried to maneuver so she could get out from under Dron's grasped. Within seconds she realized that it wasn't going to happen.
