While there's a part of her brain that's distinctly aware that it really might not be, depending on the outcome, it's drowned out by the overwhelming sound and feel and taste of him. Meredith nods blindly, kissing him again, reaching up to rest a hand on his neck. It isn't fair, she wants him too much to keep saying no, but she can't bring herself to care. "Yes," she says, a little strangled, heart in her throat. "Yes, god, Sean, please."