Jackson rolled over, an arm draping across Meredith's bare side as he snuggled up against her. They had spent another hour inside his office, making amazing use of his desk and desk chair, before they made their way to his apartment where they found themselves locked within each other's arms once more. They both had centuries of pent-up desire that, once unleashed, wasn't about to be put out with a quickie. Finally, about five in the morning, they collapsed in his bed, snoring contentedly.
It was Monday, and while Jackson usually opened Thirst, he left a note for Web that he would be in late, if he showed up at all. Jackson intended to make the most of every minute with Meredith, feeling the need to make up for lost time.
He felt her grab his arm, pulling him tighter against her as she
