Minerva sighed, rolling her head on her shoulders when they got into the room. "Gods, its good to be someplace where there is a bed and quiet," she groaned, dropping her bag on the floor with a loud clunk.
"I don't want to even unpack yet."
She grinned, pulling off her jumper so Atlas could work her shoulders without being hampered by the fabric. She was wearing a tank top and her bra underneath.
Minerva shimmied her bottom between Atlas' thighs onto the bed, and leaned back. "Work your magic, wolfman," she teased.