Ursula whined very softly with dismay as he pushed her away from him. As pleasant as his gaze upon her was she would much rather be back where she had been, up close and personal. She leaned in to his hold and gazed back at him with a heavy-lidded ardor. "Wherever you are is where I always wish to be." If she weren't besotted she might've been annoyed at him for disrupting the flow of their descent to debauchery but instead she felt some displaced impatience that seemed only to make it all the more urgent. "Won't you hold me?"
Thanks to Bee for this magnificent set <3