"You know what? I think you should just take what's yours and leave." She turns away. Arms crossed protectively over her chest. Stupid fight.
Just as she crosses the threshold into the living room, he speaks.
"Fine. I will!" She can hear him grabbing his keys and phone. Opening the door. Then a rush of footsteps and -oh!
"What are you doing?" He's scooped her up in his arms.
"I'm taking what's mine and leaving. Like you said."
He's what! "You're what?"
"I'm taking what's mi–" she doesn't let him finish. Covers his mouth with her own. Lips moving possessively.
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Tumblr Prompt: Last night I got into a fight with my husband and told him to take what's his & leave. He picked me up and walked straight out the door.