Sheepish Juno getting all purty in a dress & shit and peter being totally floored by his bf
“You know what? I changed my mind. Let’s just go.”
Peter quirks an eyebrow. “I can get you a different size if you need it.” Though he was certain he’d gotten the size right. Usually he’s got an eye for these things.
“No, don’t bother,” Juno mumbles from the other side of the dressing room stall. “It fits. It’s just…” He makes a vague noise of frustration.
“Unusually eloquent today,” his thief says. “Would it help if you show me what’s wrong?”
Juno makes another unintelligible sound. The dressing room door unlatches, but it remains shut.
“Juno?” Peter applies the slightest pressure to the door, and it swings open with a slow creak. “Juno, what’s…”
He doesn’t get much further than that.
“See what I mean?” Juno asks. He would cross his arms in frustration, but the dress is so ornate that he doesn’t know where to put his hands without messing it up.
Meanwhile Peter hasn’t said a word. He’s too busy staring, his eyes sweeping up and down Juno’s form and back again. The look on his face is nothing short of stunned.
“It’s too much,” Juno mutters.
Right now Peter isn’t sure if he’s referring to the flowing skirt or the trailing gemstones or the price tag, but he’s very sure he doesn’t care. “It flatters you,” he manages to say– the first words he’s been able to utter since he laid eyes on his detective in that dress.
Juno just wrinkles his nose and starts reaching around to his neck. “Let’s just get this off me and go already. Help me with the zipper?”
“Of course.” If Peter tugs the zipper lower than is strictly necessary, and bares a little bit too much of Juno’s back to be entirely appropriate, that’s simply an accident. He just so happens to feel particularly helpful right now. Who’s to blame him if he just so happens to enjoy the sight of Juno disappearing behind the closed door with that dress falling off him.
A few moments later, the dress is thrown over the door of the stall while Juno changes back into his street clothes. Peter gathers it up in a heartbeat.
“I’ll just take care of this, shall I?” he asks, and Juno grunts an affirmative. That’s all the excuse Peter needs to make a beeline for the register.