Meredith nips at his neck, a whine in her throat as she presses back, turning her head to kiss him again. Though he's pressed close against her, she strains toward him all the same, every inch trying to get closer, as if with enough effort that could be possible, like she's trying to disappear in it all. She'll never manage it, but she won't stop trying, leg hitching higher against his hip, holding him against her.