Meredith just wants to turn around again, press against him — well, no, not just. She wants this to be simpler, too, but there's nothing for it but trial and error and hopefully not much of that. Leaning back against him instead, she looks over her shoulder and nods, humming her agreement. "Yeah, okay." She reaches back to touch him any way she can, angling her head for a kiss before she adds, "Condom, we need a condom." Her heart is trying to climb up her throat out of sheer impatience, thrumming all along her skin, her desire a physical ache spreading through her. With their luck these days, though, she's taking no chances.