With a sharp cry, hips snapping up, Meredith turns her head away. It's as sudden as it is expected, overwhelming, and she needs a moment to recover the breath she's lost. He doesn't make it easy, occupying the whole of her attention, making it difficult to breathe or think, making her want that, any lingering doubts pushed aside. She looks up a moment later, hooking a leg over his hips as she tries to match him, a hand at the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss.