Head falling back against the pillow, Meredith digs her nails into his shoulders before she thinks better of it, reaching up to grab at the headboard instead. It's almost too hard, too much, and there's nothing better suited to destroying the what lingers of that sense of vulnerability. She didn't want what he was offering before and she's not sure anything's actually changed at all, but she wants this, him, pushing into her so deep she can barely draw breath without some moan or cry coming out instead.