It was entirely possible there had been a whole shimmying-slash-hopping situation when Annie had put them on earlier. But that's what you had to do when your pants fit like a second skin, okay?

"Maybe they'll be easier once I've broken them in a little more," Annie suggested, glancing down at herself. (Toplessness only seemed to improve how good the leather pants looked; who'd have seen that one coming?) "We need practice."

But also she wasn't super worried about her pants at the moment, considering she had her naked husband here at hand to distract herself with, and her hands were busy skimming over his skin again. (Though she was kindly not being too distracting, considering she had been the one to propose focusing on one thing at a time.)