Meredith tries to stay put, really she does, but she's every bit as susceptible to the sight of him as he is to her and she's no good at pretending otherwise. Unable to resist any longer, she sits up, pushing herself up to kiss him again, running a hand over his chest and down, fingers trailing over his dick. "I'm pretty sure people would complain," she says, not really paying attention to the conversation anymore. She's got nothing to complain about right now, after all, except that she's still just sitting there.