Meredith shifts closer, weight on one arm as she leans into the kiss. As much as she loves everything else, there's something to be said for this, too, the simple feel of his skin against hers, his mouth on her mouth, his tongue against hers, everything slow and easy. There's no rush, no hurry, nothing to think about or even escape from. She almost asks how they got this lucky; in light of everything else, it seems absurd. Instead she rolls onto her side, pulling him with her.