"Ha! Not bloody likely," Minerva said, poking Atlas in the side. "My arse isn't there to be labeled as anything but perky," she advised him, looking up at Atlas with a wide grin on her face.
"It can be both." Minerva could feel the tiredness coming off of Atlas in waves, and she pushed him back into the bed. "You need to rest now."
Cuddling into him, Minerva put her hand and arm on his chest, drawing circles on the bare skin as she rested her head on his shoulder. She yawned so widely her eyes watered. "So do I. Sleep is very good and when we wake up, I'll nurse you even more," she murmured.