There's a tiny part of her that never quite believes that, but it's effectively silenced now, guilt and doubt shoved wholly aside as Meredith stretches under him. Thoughts of her bruises go with them. Self-consciousness can't last long when he makes her feel like this so easily, everything he's doing running straight through her, making her gasp. That sharp, sudden intake of breath hurts still, but she tries to ignores that, too, her head falling back against the pillow, hand finding the back of his neck. "With you, I do," she says, moaning as she glances down to see him with his mouth around her. "Sean..."