Meredith closes her eyes, a sound like a hum in her throat at that slight touch. Making her way up to his ear, drawing it lightly between her teeth, she stretches against him. It's so easy to get lost in this, moving in a kind of haze, drifting somewhere between a sense of security and renewed arousal. One hand seeking out his free one, the other skates along his side again. At times like these, she's stopped thinking if she'll get a lifetime of this; for the most part now, she assumes it, and somehow that just makes it better.