"I may take you up on that," Thomas breathed, shifting and pulling out carefully to collapse next to Robin, not realizing right away that he was no longer conscious. When Robin was silent for more than a minute, though, Thomas hoisted himself up to look at him, his eyes slowly fading back to grey as the demon settled, more sated than it had been in a long time.

"Hells bells," he muttered, not even realizing he'd picked up the curse from Harry. At least he could see Robin breathing, even and normal, and a quick check of his pulse showed it to be slow but steady. He laid there for a few more minutes, sprawled next to Robin, then pushed up to a sitting position, leaning over Robin's prone form as he untied the scarves, carefully lowering the puck's arms to rest at his sides. He considered him once more, then sighed and yanked a blanket partway up over them, stretching out near Robin on the huge bed and closing his eyes. He had nowhere to be, and he wasn't going to leave until he made sure Robin was going to wake up and recover from this.

Besides, after sex that amazing who wouldn't want to just relax and get some sleep?