Peter enjoyed the simple things. He'd never admit it to your face but he loved being pampered. So, naturally, when you offered to help him shave his sideburns into shape he jumped at the chance.

Peter was sat on a stool in the bathroom, towel over his shoulders and his hair swept back over his shoulders out of the way. You were straddling him, razor in hand, making sure he stayed still while you helped shave the sharp line into the scruff just under his cheekbone. Peter's hands rested on your thighs to help you keep steady.