Prompt: I have a prompt for you: Effie and Haymitch are arguing and the the mood changes and they just laugh because they realize that when they argue, they are fine. I hope you'll write it. Thank you, you are my favorite.

Arguments In Domesticity

"I do not think it is an unreasonable request, Haymitch." Effie snapped, slamming the plates on the table to go grab the cutlery.

Haymitch stirred the pastas that were cooking on the stove with a glare. "I make requests all the time and I don't see you saying yes to everything."

She glared right back, lined the forks and knives with the plate and reached for the glasses in the cupboard. "I refused to have sex with you once. Once in how many years? I cannot believe you would toss that in my face when…"

"Ain't talking about sex, sweetheart." he cut her off. "Ain't that kind of a jerk yet. I'm talking about the box of tampons I've asked you to keep in the fucking cupboard. Think I wanna see that box every time I go take a piss?"

She pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes at him and tilted her head to the side. "It is easier for me to leave it there rather than reach for it at the far end of the cupboard every two hours. Truly! You are a grown man, you can deal with reminders that I am a woman. What I cannot deal with on the other hand is your inability to check your pockets before you put your pants in the clothes hamper or the washing machine! When you even bother to do more than toss them on the floor for me to pick up, of course."

He rolled his eyes. "It's always like that with you. Me, me, me. That's all you care about."

"I do not like your tone." she hissed.

"Too bad you're not my mother, then." he spat, eyeing her up and down. "Though, the way you're acting I'm wondering if that's a new kink of yours."

It was so preposterous an accusation that she found herself short of a reply.

She met his eyes, they stared at each other for a few seconds and then they burst out laughing at how ridiculous they were being.

"Remember when we used to argue about serious stuff?" he snorted eventually. "We're getting old."

"And so domestic…" she chuckled. "If you had told me we would become that domestic…" She shook her head. Arguing about laundry and open boxes of tampons… She flashed him a grin. "Arguments used to end up in more… heated ways too."

Haymitch wordlessly turned off the stove and pushed plates, glasses and cutlery aside, before nodding at the table. "Hop on."

She pouted. "It used to be more spontaneous. Now it will only…"

That ended up in a shriek when he grabbed her waist and sat her on the table to attack her neck with his mouth.

She laughed again, she couldn't help it.

As long as they were arguing, they would be alright.

The day they stopped though… That was when she would start to worry.