Meredith lies there just trying to catch her breath, not sure how long it is before she lifts her arms to wrap loosely around him. Any misgivings she had earlier seem unimportant now, at least with regards to this; he was clearly more than up to the task after all. Even once her breathing starts to even out some, she doesn't want to move, limp and warm, deliciously worn out, except to turn her head and kiss the side of his.