He couldn't really bend his left leg very well, due to his injury, but while kissing Minerva, Atlas maneuvered himself around so that she was between his outstretched legs, and he was pulling her flush against him.
"Why are you so obsessed with my leg?" he asked, pulling back for a moment before leaning back in to nip at her neck and shoulders. Her skin was soft, and she tasted so good. After a few minutes, he pulled back and sighed. "Alright," he said. "Take a look."