Meredith stifles a moan against his shoulder, rocking forward as her hand slides down his side. She's always been quick to catch his desperation. Fingertips pressing hard into his hip, she kisses up his neck until she finds his pulse, stopping to suck at his skin before she finds his mouth again. She's gone a long time without sex before, much longer than a couple weeks, but going even half so long as she has without him on her, in her, is maddening now.