Though Meredith had every intention of continuing on down, the way he bends his head back, exposes his throat, draws her back up again to suck at his skin, careful in a not altogether conscious way. She isn't much thinking about whether or not it's a good idea, only about how she wants to take advantage of the moment, taste him, drawing her teeth lightly down the line of his neck. This is one time the silence doesn't bother her, accustomed as she is to his being quieter in bed than she is, to hearing on his breath and her own soft sigh.