Meredith bites her lip, stifling a little whimper, equal parts approval and impatience. There's nothing disappointing about how much, how obviously he wants her, though she's half-changed her mind already, wanting the weight of him over her, wanting to kiss him when her breathing's already shallow with anticipation. "I guess I'll have to make do," she sighs, watching him. There are so many things she wants to do to him when he looks like that, but for now, it's all she can do just to hold still.