Meredith gasps and turns her head to bury her face against her arm, head swimming, a little relieved herself just to feel him inside her again. It's been too long and he's right, they've been so good and had so much bad happen, and none of that even really matters when he feels so good. She moans into the pillow, drawing her knees toward her and out of his way, pushing back against him, tightening around him, as much as she can. The future and the past and everything outside this room, nothing matters right now but the way he makes her feel.