Aw, babe. Well you got different shaped hips. Probably changes how that fits. Here.
[He'll come over and sort this out, because no, it shouldn't have to go into her underwear. He stands behind her and threads the barrel of the pistol between the belt and jeans to see if that's more snug, then reaches around and tightens her borrowed belt one more notch.]
That too tight?
[He settles his hands on her hips, tapping his fingers against her to the rhythm of a tune in his head. He doesn't blame her for being nervous either, but whatever happens, happens. It won't go perfect, almost by definition, but it won't be a total disaster either, because they're both too tenacious to allow that.]
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[He'll come over and sort this out, because no, it shouldn't have to go into her underwear. He stands behind her and threads the barrel of the pistol between the belt and jeans to see if that's more snug, then reaches around and tightens her borrowed belt one more notch.]
That too tight?
[He settles his hands on her hips, tapping his fingers against her to the rhythm of a tune in his head. He doesn't blame her for being nervous either, but whatever happens, happens. It won't go perfect, almost by definition, but it won't be a total disaster either, because they're both too tenacious to allow that.]