There's a long, long list — in no particular order, not consciously formed — of things Meredith loves about Sean, but right now, this is incredibly high up the list. It's not just the way he makes her breath catch in her throat or the things he can do with that wonderful, wicked tongue of his, feeling her pulse throbbing as much under his mouth as in her chest. It's his hand warm in hers, too, and the utter lack of pretense. She's never been one for embarrassment in the bedroom — or on the floor, against the wall, wherever — but there's something about being this vulnerable and this adored all that the same time that makes her skin hum and head spin just as much as the rest of it. It's asking for this and getting it and being able to wake up beside him and not want him to leave, wanting him never to leave. Lips parted, she tips her head back, not trying at all to hide the sounds he draws from her every time.