Meredith's all but forgotten the idea of taking her time, and even if she remembered, she'd feel they've taken plenty as it is, not least because of all the waiting over his injuries. Even if that weren't the case, drawing things out means she's wound up enough that simple touch makes her want more anyway. Pulling him closer, she turns her head away to kiss his jaw, the easy, almost drowsy mood of a few moments ago gone. It's always been one of her first responses to trouble, which has made the last couple weeks difficult in some respects, though it's been a lot better than she expected it would be. That things are looking up doesn't make her any less eager.