Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls by PloverKey, literature
Literature
Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls
"Are you finished yet, Fury?"
An uncharacteristic giggle rose from the plume of hair behind the canvas, "Almost."
"You said that half an hour ago. I swear, you're doing this just to spite me now." Death groaned.
Fury clucked her tongue in admonishment, "I told you that I intended to collect the full payment. Now be quiet and let me work."
Death couldn't really remember why he ended up in this risqué position. Or rather, which bet it was exactly that his sister was collecting on. For all he knew, it could have been on any number of them that they had made in their periods of boredom. Oh! What a mistake that was...
Not that they had m