( he is not often used to being on this side of the dressing room, and his occupied time without juno is frankly boring, staring at his nails and debating the color necessary to match the dress he hasn't picked out yet. it proves a fruitless endeavor, peter too indecisive for his own good and more likely to buy an entire rack of dresses before deciding on just one to fit his mood at the time, but it's something to fill the space of time. if he imagines juno getting undressed a door over, after all, his collar starts to feel a little hot.
trying to keep his thoughts elsewhere ends up being a moot point once juno exits, all high strung and tension in the air, obviously uncomfortable but never once more beautiful. maybe once. maybe many times. none especially come to mind now as peter is staring at him, a little awed but with his expression mostly controlled -- he expected this, after all. he knew juno would be a stunner in anything he put on, but. theory and practice are two separate concepts. juno showered in gray, with the fluorescent lights overheard drawing attention to each and every gem on him, starting at the dress and ending at his single, green eye -- it's reason to stare. more than reason, it demands it. his taunt shoulders and pouty lips do little to dissuade the look.
standing after a once over, peter crosses over to him, reaching smart fingers out to poke and prod at the dress, pulling fabric this way and that to suit him more perfectly, to drape more elegantly. at the end of it, he's poised behind juno, facing the mirror, watching the way his fingers pick at juno's skirt, helping it lay just right. the image in the mirror paints a perfect mirage of two happy people standing beside each other, a more insecure lover letting their other pick the dress they look most flawfree in. in truth, there are more than a few obstacles that keep the space between peter's fingers and juno's hips away from each other, more mountains to climb and rivers to cross. they'll probably never get back to the way they were before, but little steps have never really been their way on going about things. ( peter propositioned him for sex before juno even knew they were on a date. slow is not in his vocabulary. )
so, in a grand leap, peter presses a fond kiss to juno's cheek. when he smiles, he's smiling at him, and not the lady in the mirror. )
Divine. ( his hands don't move from their place at his hips, even with the skirt settled. ) Although, from the look of the pout on your lips, I expect this was some kind of attempt to spite me. Unfortunately for you, you'd look perfect in any of the dresses in this store or any other, so I remain -- thoroughly pleased. That said, I don't think this is the all encompassing One. Come, show us another.
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trying to keep his thoughts elsewhere ends up being a moot point once juno exits, all high strung and tension in the air, obviously uncomfortable but never once more beautiful. maybe once. maybe many times. none especially come to mind now as peter is staring at him, a little awed but with his expression mostly controlled -- he expected this, after all. he knew juno would be a stunner in anything he put on, but. theory and practice are two separate concepts. juno showered in gray, with the fluorescent lights overheard drawing attention to each and every gem on him, starting at the dress and ending at his single, green eye -- it's reason to stare. more than reason, it demands it. his taunt shoulders and pouty lips do little to dissuade the look.
standing after a once over, peter crosses over to him, reaching smart fingers out to poke and prod at the dress, pulling fabric this way and that to suit him more perfectly, to drape more elegantly. at the end of it, he's poised behind juno, facing the mirror, watching the way his fingers pick at juno's skirt, helping it lay just right. the image in the mirror paints a perfect mirage of two happy people standing beside each other, a more insecure lover letting their other pick the dress they look most flawfree in. in truth, there are more than a few obstacles that keep the space between peter's fingers and juno's hips away from each other, more mountains to climb and rivers to cross. they'll probably never get back to the way they were before, but little steps have never really been their way on going about things. ( peter propositioned him for sex before juno even knew they were on a date. slow is not in his vocabulary. )
so, in a grand leap, peter presses a fond kiss to juno's cheek. when he smiles, he's smiling at him, and not the lady in the mirror. )
Divine. ( his hands don't move from their place at his hips, even with the skirt settled. ) Although, from the look of the pout on your lips, I expect this was some kind of attempt to spite me. Unfortunately for you, you'd look perfect in any of the dresses in this store or any other, so I remain -- thoroughly pleased. That said, I don't think this is the all encompassing One. Come, show us another.