Already it feels like her heart's going a mile a minute. A whine catching in her throat when he stops, Meredith looks up, hazy and desperate. She wants what's next more, though, and she does her best to pull herself together before, slowly, deliberately, she rocks her hips against his, gasping again. She's still reserving judgment on just how much this makes up for, but god, how he gets to her.
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