The way that look alone sets her heart hammering in her chest can't be good for her. Meredith dismisses the thought as soon as it crosses her mind; shallow breathing minimizes strain, so it evens out. Either way, she presses up into his mouth with a soft whine, open-mouthed, nails pressing into his back. "That, too," she manages, hooking a leg around him, but it's always about wanting more, the desperation that makes it possible to forget how tired and unhappy she's been.