As soon as she's regained some semblance of control over her breathing, Meredith's half-twisting around to try and kiss him again, holding tight to the arm around her, reaching with the other to find his neck, his shoulder, anything. Always vocal, she's even more so now, unable to suppress the sharp, short moans breaking through her panting. It doesn't matter if it takes longer to heal, she can deal with the pain. She can't be without him, can't live without him pushing into her, lined up against her. Tangling her legs with his, she pushes back as hard as she can, desperate for more, never troubling to hide how badly she needs this.