She groaned back, understanding his frustration and Minerva cupped the back of Atlas' head. She didn't want to stop. She wanted to stay with him until the sun came up, kissing him and having him inside her until it hurt too much to keep going.
Minerva crunched her eyes shut, the stab of lust that went through her at his words damn near impossible to ignore. "I know," she breathed, her hand going to her mouth and tracing her bruised lips - her legs rubbing together as if to ease the ache between her thighs.
Sitting up as well, Minerva pushed a hand through her hair. "Well I have no choice but to go down to the flat. My handbag is still down there," she said with a chuckle. "I'll say goodbye to Oc - and I'll take you money but I'll only hold on to it. If you need it back, I want you to owl me," she informed him, then stood.