Buffy shuddered in his arms when he came just behind her, holding on to him tightly with the last of her strength. Being fed from had her light-headed and woozy, now that she was in the aftermath of the heated moment. She was grateful when he helped to support her because the world was swimming. She was still in her own mind enough to be worried, a little afraid that she'd pushed him too hard.
She smiled a sort of small, genuine smile as her fingers reached to grasp weakly at his hand as she shook her head, "Nope. Not too rough at all," she said in a smaller voice than she usually used. Her eyes were sleepy, and she looked more trusting and vulnerable than she was ever used to looking. It was scary to trust like that, but it was also kind of why she loved him. "Can you stay with me while I sleep? I know downstairs is a no-Buffy zone again, but that's okay." She was starting to sound as sleepy as she felt. "We can sit on the couch. I'm an accomplished couch sleeper. Promise."