Something about this appealed to her, and she hadn't quite figured out why. Somehow he could half taunt her, push her backwards and she didn't want to knock him out for it. The only person in the world who could get away with that from time to time was Spike, and he wasn't always like that. She stopped just at the bed, the back of her legs pressed against the mattress. Waiting until he was close enough, she reached out to pull him toward her the rest of the way.
"Who's the impatient one?" she asked with the smallest of grins. He had, after all, just dragged and pushed her all in one quick motion. Seemed to her that he was getting a bit confused, just maybe.
She tugged on his shirt with one hand as the other crept up underneath, starting at his chest and slowly moving down, tracing the contours of of his skin. "I could slow down, if you wanted." she said quietly. "Or we could sit down and just recap the recent events of the city. There were amusing moments." though she knew he wouldn't want to do that, he probably never wanted to think of it again. Even if there were other people who had been funny.
Concentrating on here, and now, or maybe not concentrating at all and just being here with him was what she needed.