This was requested by my friend Rose after I reblogged a 'writing prompts' post. It's very short but I think it turned out to be sweet, so I decided to post it on here as well. If you have any prompts, or you would want me to write something for you, my tumblr url is rhaenastark, so feel free to follow me and ask me!

"I don't think that's how it's done, Katniss," Peeta says softly as he stands next to Katniss.

She ignores him and continues to stretch towards the ceiling, where the light bulb is. She's using a small bench but she's still not tall enough to reach it, that's why Peeta has his hands on her waist, tightening his grip on her whenever she stretches too far up. He doesn't want her to fall. Her hand goes up to the flickering light bulb and touches it hesitantly, testing to see if it's warm enough to burn.

"Katniss." Peeta warns from below.

"It's okay," she says, looking down at him and trying to keep her tone soft.

He's only looking after her, after all. She'd be just as cautious if it were him in her position. It doesn't matter that they're only changing a light bulb; after everything they've been through, it's only rational to worry about the other, even over the simplest things.

"It's not warm." Katniss lets him know.

After she sees his small smile, she goes back to working on the light bulb. She unscrews the bulb and balances it between the crook of her elbow and her torso as she grabs the new bulb. Once she has the new bulb in her right hand, she stretches upwards once again, ready to put the new bulb in place. But, while doing so, she loses hold on the other bulb and it goes tumbling down towards the floor, where it shatters in tiny little shards of glass. Peeta cries out in pain when one of the shards somehow digs into the soft skin of his unprotected calf.

"Peeta!" Katniss exclaims, looking down at him with alarm. "I'm sorry! Here, let me—"

"It's all right, Katniss." Peeta dismisses as if it's nothing but Katniss will hear none of it.

In one quick motion, she puts the new light bulb on its place and jumps off of the bench, careful not to step in any glass. She grabs Peeta's hand, leading him to the kitchen, where the floor is devoid of any broken glass. He sits in one of the chairs as he tries to inspect the wound; Katniss joins him soon enough, ready to cleanse the wound and remove the shard of glass.

"It'll hurt you a bit." She informs him, looking up from the wound and meeting his eyes.

"It's okay," he says.

He doesn't need to finish his sentence, she understands the message loud and clear; I trust you. So, she starts to look for the shard of glass in his skin, trying not to flinch whenever he flinches at the pain. She finally finds it and is able to remove it. She then slowly and carefully cleanses the wound, making sure it's clean enough so there will never be any infection. She bandages it and smiles up at Peeta.

"All done," she says, standing up.

"Thank you," Peeta tells her, squeezing her hand.

After that, they both clean the floor in the living room, where the bulb shattered. Once they both make sure there's no glass left, they end up cuddling in the sofa, Katniss' head resting comfortably on the crook of Peeta's neck as he holds her close, just like he did after she'd have a nightmare in those awful nights while on the Victory Tour or, later on, in the Games. She smiles whenever he drops a cautious kiss into her hair and, after a while, she scoots even closer and closes her eyes. Sleeps founds them both in that position and they spend the rest of the night in that couch, in one corner of a house, in one corner of a street, in one corner of a District, in one corner of Panem, in one corner of the world. It may not be much but, to them, it's perfect.