She caught a glimpse of his mouth before Gideon moved in closer and Minerva instinctively closed her eyes. His kiss was warm and almost tender, but strong enough to show to her that there was plenty of desire behind it.
Minerva leaned in, her mouth moving under his and when they found a better angle she nudged his mouth with hers, deepening the kiss.
He tasted of sour ale and the meatiness of the stew he had eaten earlier. It wasn't at all offensive, and the kiss made Minerva fell normal again.