At that, Meredith opens her eyes, squeezing his hand as she looks at him again. Meeting his gaze, her heart skips a beat, and she can't bite her lip anymore, lips parting for another gasp, a low moan, cheeks flushed. It shouldn't be possible for him to be so gorgeous at this angle, in this position, but need rushes through her all over again all the same. She just keeps watching him in return, right up until he pushes her right over the edge and she's tensing, shuddering, crying out as she comes, toes pointing and head tipping back while it hits her in waves, makes her electric. She doesn't let go of his hand.