Trip woke up, warm. He raised his arms over his head and stretched, feeling his muscles comment favorably on the good night's sleep he'd finally gotten. His toes encountered an obstacle at the end of his bed, and he frowned. The obstacle moved and--growled?
He raised his head to see Porthos at the end of the bed. The large bed. The large, not shoved against a bulkhead bed.
The captain's bed.
Something moved on his right, and Trip turned to see the captain burrowing his head deeper into the pillow. A sigh on his left made him look over to find Malcolm Reed almost totally covered by the red sheets. His eyes and the top of his head stuck out.
Trip blinked, looking back down at Porthos, who blinked back while giving him a doggy grin. The engineer laid his head back down on the pillow. He wasn't sure how he'd ended up as the filling in a Jon and Malcolm sandwich, but it wasn't exactly a bad thing.
Besides, this was a heck of a lot better than neuropressure for getting a good night's sleep. Trip stretched again and smiled as Jon snuggled closer and Malcolm draped an arm over Trip's chest. He could get used to this cure for his insomnia.