[ the point of contact for the kiss practically explodes into heat and juno does his best to remain absolutely still against it, the barest sigh passing his lips as peter settles his hands on him. it's... well, it feels okay, for the moment. that they're alright. staring in this mirror, it's not at all like they've been through hell and back, like juno's gone and left him for a city that doesn't love him back. it feels like they've been doing this for a long time even if they've still got a hell of a lot to learn about each other. he knows far more about nureyev than nureyev could ever claim to know about him, research or not.
he glances down at bit at the hands stilled on his waist, lifting his own up to hold them for a moment before pulling away in response to all of that. ]
Alright, alright, then, [ his fingers slip up Peter's wrist, guide him towards the door and nudge with his knee a little, the skirts shifting out of place again. it's a nudge that could be considered rude by most, playful to maybe a handful of people that know juno. the timbre of his voice rough, the laughter behind it half-concealed. ] Out you go. A lady's gotta have his privacy.
[ a brief squeeze of the wrist there, a stroke of the thumb, before he shoos Peter out thoroughly and locks the door again, bracing his back against it a moment and letting himself feel the flush surge from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes, a brief moment he relishes in before shaking it off. he peels off the first dress slowly, deciding wisely not to treat it like the rest of his clothes (sort of half bundled up on the edge of the small bench in the dressing room). he hands it up and moves onto the next, a warm shade of peach that feels even softer and more luxurious on his fingertips. the first felt like a warm up, this second one makes juno feel a little bit more like he can do this. the phantom sensation of fingers on his hips, the kissed sensation tattooed on his cheek... well.
he might be a little more resolute to get this dress on, taking extra care with the draping, the fabric, more than he'd usually take, until he gets to the concept of the clasps and zipper in the back - which start out fairly low, but the reach is awkward and he gets about halfway up before realizing he may need to (unfortunately) call in for reinforcements.
which takes a good five to seven minutes for him to ask.
which results in the door cracking open just a bit, juno holding the top portion of the dress up, part of it draped over his shoulder, the other bare. it's... cold, but at the same time, juno (a dumbass all the same) is very much aware of how he looks sticking his neck out like a tease. ]
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he glances down at bit at the hands stilled on his waist, lifting his own up to hold them for a moment before pulling away in response to all of that. ]
Alright, alright, then, [ his fingers slip up Peter's wrist, guide him towards the door and nudge with his knee a little, the skirts shifting out of place again. it's a nudge that could be considered rude by most, playful to maybe a handful of people that know juno. the timbre of his voice rough, the laughter behind it half-concealed. ] Out you go. A lady's gotta have his privacy.
[ a brief squeeze of the wrist there, a stroke of the thumb, before he shoos Peter out thoroughly and locks the door again, bracing his back against it a moment and letting himself feel the flush surge from the top of his head down to the tips of his toes, a brief moment he relishes in before shaking it off. he peels off the first dress slowly, deciding wisely not to treat it like the rest of his clothes (sort of half bundled up on the edge of the small bench in the dressing room). he hands it up and moves onto the next, a warm shade of peach that feels even softer and more luxurious on his fingertips. the first felt like a warm up, this second one makes juno feel a little bit more like he can do this. the phantom sensation of fingers on his hips, the kissed sensation tattooed on his cheek... well.
he might be a little more resolute to get this dress on, taking extra care with the draping, the fabric, more than he'd usually take, until he gets to the concept of the clasps and zipper in the back - which start out fairly low, but the reach is awkward and he gets about halfway up before realizing he may need to (unfortunately) call in for reinforcements.
which takes a good five to seven minutes for him to ask.
which results in the door cracking open just a bit, juno holding the top portion of the dress up, part of it draped over his shoulder, the other bare. it's... cold, but at the same time, juno (a dumbass all the same) is very much aware of how he looks sticking his neck out like a tease. ]
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