Meredith draws in a deep breath and even the answering pang from her ribs can't pull her back down to solid ground, her thoughts hazy with lust. She knows the logic here, knows what she's afraid of, but it's nothing she wants to think about and she wants even less to say it. He makes it so easy not to think, to consider only that they've gotten away with it before. Hips pressing automatically back against his, she turns her head to kiss his neck. "You know the risks," she says, but it barely even tries to be a protest now.