Inhaling sharply with desire when Atlas' mouth found the sensitive flesh on her neck, Minerva pushed him away - though half-heartedly since he already began to start a flame of need in her abdomen. "Stop that, you prat. You're distracting me and you know it."
She downed her whiskey, then put the glass on a table by the bed and leaned into the pillows beside Atlas. Minerva sighed as he toyed with her hand, his thumb making circles gently. "It sounds awful," she whispered, reaching up and pushing back his hair. "I know you've gone through it before, but still..."