Even with him working her up like this, Meredith finds there's something peaceful about lying here like this with him. It feels like just them again, the whole rest of the world disappeared, unimportant, nothing mattering so much as the slight weight of his head and the press of his fingers. "Sean," she says, her breath catching in her throat, little moans and whimpers escaping, and it's all she can do not to buck up into his touch.