She fights back and gets sedated

Kira's instincts kicked in the moment she felt truly trapped. With a surge of adrenaline, she yanked violently against the restraints, twisting her body and trying to leverage her considerable strength against the medical chair's grip. "Let me GO!" she snarled, her training taking over as she fought against the unyielding metal.

The display flashed with new warnings - "Patient distress detected" - followed immediately by "Initiating sedation protocol." Before she could process what that meant, a small needle slid from the armrest and smoothly injected something into her forearm.

"Wait, no—" She felt her heart pulse once, twice, and warmth began to flood through her system. her protest dying on her lips. The effect was almost instantaneous, her muscles relaxing involuntarily as the **** spread, her limbs, making her limbs feel heavy and oddly pleasant. Her struggles weakened as the **** took effect, leaving her feeling strangely disconnected from her anger. She seemed to recall that she'd been very angry a moment ago...

"Resistance protocol activated," the chair announced in a pleasant feminine voice. "Subject stabilization in progress."

"Override that," her prisoner said, stepping quickly to the control panel. "Standard restraint protocols are unnecessary." His scaled fingers moved across the interface with practiced familiarity.

The chair released her immediately, but Kira could barely coordinate her movements to sit up. Everything felt soft-edged and warm, her thoughts moving like honey through her mind. The bite wound no longer hurt – in fact, nothing hurt. Everything just felt... nice.

"****-grade sedatives," he explained, helping her to a sitting position. "The medical systems on these transport vessels are designed to manage uncooperative cargo." His skin felt wonderfully cool against her overheated flesh, and she found herself unconsciously leaning into his touch.

"Don't touch me," she mumbled, but there was no conviction behind the words. In fact, she was having trouble remembering why she should object to his proximity. The **** had muted her hatred, her fear, replacing them with a dreamy, pleasant haze. She tried to sit up, but the world tilted pleasantly, and she found herself almost giggling at the sensation.

She lost her train of thought as she noticed how beautifully the light played across his scales. "Pretty," she murmured, reaching out to touch his arm before she could stop herself.

His cool skin felt incredible against her suddenly overheated fingertips, and she sighed with pleasure at the contact. Some distant part of her mind was screaming in alarm, but it seemed very far away and unimportant compared to the wonderful sensations washing through her.

"Let's get you somewhere to recover," he said, carefully helping her to her feet. His hands were firm but gentle, and the contrast between his cool scales and her feverish skin made her lean into his touch instinctively.

"Mmmm noo, I shouldn't...." that giggle threatened to come up again. A thought occurred to her, which should have been frightening, but was puzzling instead. "Why aren't you... taking advantage...?"

He looked down at her with remarkably golden eyes, and she watched in fascination as the pupils widened."There's really no elegance in ****, officer. And besides. I believe you may have misunderstoof many things about me." He was keeping her upright, more or less, supporting her swaying form. "The compound causes hyperthermia, heightened tactile sensitivity, thought disruption, and emotional modulation."

She nodded as if this made perfect sense, though the words seemed to flow around her rather than into her. Her uniform felt unbearably restrictive against her sensitized skin, and she tugged at the collar, trying to get more air. His scaled arm around her waist felt wonderfully cool in comparison.

"Where are we going?" she asked dreamily as he guided her down the corridor, her steps uneven and drifting. The lights overhead seemed to leave beautiful trails, and she couldn't help reaching up to try to touch them.

"Somewhere you can safely wait out the effects," he answered, his voice resonating pleasantly through her **** mind. Something about his failure to exploit the situation nagged at her consciousness, but the thought slipped away like water through her fingers.