She was quiet, her eyes closed as he worked. Her hair was soft and shiny once it was untangled, and slipped easily through the brush and his fingers.
He paused, considering her for a moment after he had finished before setting down the brush, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek. "Done."
About two weeks later, Fleur and Ferris were in his apartment. It was the middle of the night and they were sleeping, having gone to bed a few hours prior. His phone buzzed and he stirred, sitting up sleepily.
He looked over at her before answering the phone, getting out of bed and talking quietly so as to not wake her. "Hello...? Yes." There was a pause. "...why haven't you gotten rid of him yet, Jeffords?" He stood at the window, looking out across the city, his hand on his hip. "Why is it so hard for you to do one, simple task? You're on your last strike. Do you understand me?" He was quiet as listened to the response. "No. I have been generous and patient with you. This is your final warning. Get it done." He hung up, his shoulders slumping as he looked out across the twinkling lights.
His shoulders stiffened and he was silent for a moment before he turned to look at her. "Nothing, Princess. Go back to sleep."
He looked a little panicked, running his hand through his hair. "It's... it's just work," he said quietly. "It was just work. That's all."
