[A/N: This is based off the tumblr post by ephemeraltea "Ok but which part of ur otp unironically calls themselves "a fucking delight" and which one immediately snorts." I had to.]
Lena raised one eyebrow at her blustering wife, who was aggressively tossing their children's belongings off sofas and onto the floor. "Stef, really? You could ask them to pick up."
"That doesn't work!" Stef raged. "This shit's been here for a week and I am sick of it." Lena winced at the raised voice. Stef, seeing this, softened slightly. "Sorry. Stuff," she corrected herself. "This stuff's been here for a week. And if it's in a pile on the carpet they have to take it to their rooms. I don't even care if they put it away. I just want my couch back."
Lena couldn't help it. A tiny laugh tumbled out of her mouth.
"What?" Stef grouched. "Is it so wrong for me to want to sit on my own damn couch?"
Lena shook her head. "Honey, you need to take a breath."
"I'm breathing," she grumbled back, and Lena chortled again.
"Aren't you pleasant?" she teased, laying a soothing hand on Stef's shoulder.
"I'm a fucking delight," Stef replied, twitching away from her wife's comfort and continuing to hurl Polly Pocket clothes, toy cars, and Lego pieces from the crevices between the cushions.
This time Lena really couldn't restrain herself. A fully-fledged snort filled the den. "Alright, enough," she chided, getting between her partner and the objects of her anger. "You need to get outside and go for a run. I mean it, go. I promise you by the time you get back, you will have a couch again. Okay?"
Stef sighed. "Fine," she said, dropping the handful of fuzzy plastic Calico Critters animals she'd just dug up. "But I'd better."
Rolling her eyes, Lena dropped a kiss on her wife's mouth and then pushed her gently towards the stairs. "Go change and get out of here."