here I am with gentle domesticity fluff and bickering! i blame @krshush and today’s @todaynureyevis 

Nureyev blows a raspberry at him. 

Juno looks up from his comms, and stares. “Did you seriously just-”
He does it again.
“Are you twelve?!”
“Dear, you know that I am right just admit-”
“No!” Juno is halfway to a laugh, turning around in Peter’s arms to face him properly. “No, you’re not and you know it! there’s no way they could have stolen something that big-”
Peter Nureyev, Master Thief, Homme Fatale, Man of Mystery, blows a raspberry at him. Again.
Juno can’t help but laugh, because really? “You can’t win an argument by-”
And again.
“Peter-” He doesn’t actually finish the sentence, too busy laughing.
Peter’s grin is wide enough to match Juno’s, and this is the man Juno loves, this one, with the carefree laugh and bright smile, who will absolutely resort to underhanded tactics to get what he wants. Underhanded tactics in this situation means ’acting like a child’ and what he wants is ‘for Juno to smile’.
He knows this, because when Peter drops a kiss onto his forehead he says “You look absolutely gorgeous when you laugh, Juno.”
Juno narrows his eyes, smile still tugging at his lips. “You’re still not right-”
“And you are no fun at all, what if-”
“No! It’s impossible! You can’t fit that in your pocket!”
They dissolve into merry bickering, and Juno forgets about the rest of the day, letting the sun filter in through the blinds and crawl across the room, staying right here in Peter Nureyev’s arms, because hell, it’s not like he’s got anywhere better to go.