Prompt: "Don't you love me anymore?"
If you were to interview Frank's neighbours, they could probably tell you two things about his relationship with Laurel; they like to have sex and they like to argue. Some arguments are small - based on the movie to watch or who's cleaning up from dinner - but every so often they blow up. Something big happens and the sounds of muffled shouts get picked up in the bathrooms and bedrooms of the surrounding apartments.
That night it had erupted into something big almost immediately. A stressful day at work topped with prepping for a new client's trial was bad enough. Frank berating her for not moving through the files quickly enough had pushed her to breaking point. She had been relatively quiet on the way home, not wanting to argue again with Connor in the backseat of the car. As soon as the front door shut, she unleashed her feelings.
Frank was hit with a long rant about his lack of consideration for her feelings, accusations of not working as hard as her and of him favouring the others. Sexism was thrown out again ("Your 'bro' Asher did half the work I did, or did you just not have time to see his crappy work because you were too busy suggesting that women can't do things properly?"). He countered by saying her arguments were stupid. Probably not his wisest move, but he was pissed she could even accuse him of that. His rebuttal just discredited all of her arguments until it was reduced to him being loyal to Annalise and making sure her firm worked properly despite his feelings for her.
"Don't you love me anymore? Is that what this is?! You just want me off your hook so you're going back to the ass I first met," she shouted back at him. Laurel took a deep breath and rubbed her forehead, "It's a funny way of going about it but I can just go if you've found someone who better satisfies your needs."
Frank tried to move closer but she stepped back from him. "You're actin' stupid, Laurel. Just calm down," he tried to reason. "Of course I love you. I just have to watch you ki–"
"Oh, so I'm just one of the 'kids' to you now?" she asked, moving forward only to shove his hands off of her. "Nice to know how much respect you have for me," she added, her voice quieter. Laurel walked into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, her hand shaking slightly as she bought it up for a sip.
While Laurel had her water, Frank decided to keep out of her way. He hung up their coats, rolled his shirt sleeves up and loosened off his tie. It would piss her off if he carried on as normal and he knew that. Of course, her silence didn't exactly please him either. He hated the lingering tension in the air. It had to have been five minutes of silence before he huffed and headed into the kitchen.
"I respect you. More than any of the dumbasses in there - more than freakin' Bonnie for the most part," he began. Laurel's ears perked up a little, but she wasn't ready to forgive him just yet. "I know how Annalise likes things done and sometimes I can be hard on you, but she's family and you make sure things are right for family - especially when it's their first case back after being shot."
Laurel nodded, "I understand. But next time, try to remember your other loyalties. I'm your girlfriend! You can't just go off on me because you think you're doing your job. I am the one you have to sleep next to, so don't give me a reason to kick you in your sleep."
Frank let out a small laugh, his hands now resting on her hips, "Got it. Now, you want me to order in? Chinese place will still be open."
"I think I'd prefer pizza," she said, placing a quick kiss on his lips. As she headed out of the kitchen to change, Frank knew he had no hope of winning this one.