Meredith moves to accommodate him, raising her legs, flexing her toes. She stretches, arms moving up over her head, just enjoying the freedom of it. That lasts a bare moment or two before she hooks a leg over his shoulder to draw him closer again, laughing a little. Anything that brings him nearer works for her; she's hyper-aware of the way her pulse seems to have settled between her legs, of how badly she wants him to follow suit. "Definitely a plus," she says. "I'm completely in favor of less clothes."