Eyelids fluttering shut, Meredith sighs, head tipping back, and she reaches blindly to touch his face, his hair, his shoulder, anywhere her fingers can brush. Mixed in with all the longing, the need, the arousal, there's something like relief. After what seems like an eternity of feeling useless, broken, stupid for getting herself in this mess of hers and for not being able to fix his, it's so overwhelmingly good just to feel like this again: sensual, desirable. In control, as much as either of them ever are here. Her other hand trailing carefully down over her body, she hooks her thumb in the waistband of her panties, tugging them lower, barely noticing herself talk when she murmurs, "I want you so much right now. Or always. You always make me so... I want you so much."