Too many clothes

Prompt: Cruella can't swim and Ursula takes her out to the beach or lake one day, and won't step a foot in because she is afraid to drown. So she clings to Ursula the whole time they are in the water. While Ursula teases her about it.

"Do you really think your attire is appropriated for a day at the beach?"

Cruella just gave herself a look into the rear-view mirror. Leather pants, heels, fur coat and the inevitable red gloves: the same attire as ever, plus a pair of sunglasses. Sure, maybe it was a bit too hot, but it was eight in the morning and it was only the first days of June. It was not even summer yet, as a matter of fact.

"What's wrong with my attire?" she asked with a disarming confidence.

Before getting an answer, she was already out of the car and it was a good choice because an answer never came. In fact, Ursula just looked at her moving her first steps on the sand, cursing at the sight of a crab, and eventually lay out a white beach towel with black pois at a few metres from the water. It was only when she saw her also sitting down on it and pulling out of her bag a magazine, that she forced herself to remember that she hadn't lost completely her voice after all.

"Cru, what do you think you're doing?"

"Isn't that obvious? Feel free to swim a little, darling… If you don't take too long, we still can manage to take the best brioches at Granny's"

Ursula looked at her incredulously, but she wouldn't have let herself be tricked by that behaviour. They had a deal after all, and, if she wanted, she could become more dangerous than Rumplestiltskin.

"Oh, but I remember the plans to be different…" she pointed out, taking away the magazine from the other woman's hands, not caring for her complaints. "Now you come with me… I told you that today I would have thought you how to swim and now I intend to keep that promise!" she continued then, hinting an enthusiast smile and offering her hand.

Cruella raised the glasses on her head and looked at Ursula in a way that maybe was intented to be confused, but instead ended up to be begging. However, remembering the long argument of the previous day, she eventually decided to give up and found herself grabbing the offered hand to stand up. Leaving the bag, the magazine and even the heels on the towel, she was literally trailed to the shore and soon – too soon – she had one foot into the water. A shiver – either of cold, disgust or fear – took control of her and immediately she stepped back.

"Com'on Cru! Even dalmatian puppies can swim, you know?" the sea witch teased her, trying to play down the situation. Because now that she was seeing the meeting between her girlfriend and the sea, she could certify that it was a tragedy indeed.

"I don't care! I could drown, you don't understand!" the other exclaimed without listening to reasons, skipping in order to avoid the waves.

Ursula looked up to the sky, slightly annoyed by that drama, and then removed the light dress remaining just in a bathing suit. That was the appropriated attire for the beach and she was going to prove that to Cruella as well. In fact, without saying a word, she started to remove her fur, the gloves and every other garment; the other woman let her, curiosed by the suddenly hot turn of things, but when she was just in her underwear, a strange sense of reserve forced her to protest.

"Hey, someone could see me, darling! And we can't leave my clothes here… Someone could steal them!"

"No one is here at this time! And certaintly no one is going to steal your clothes, trust me…" came Ursula's ironic reply. "But you were right about one thing… You could have actually drown with all those clothes on!" she explained then, erasing that way any mischievous idea from her mind.

Usually Cruella wouldn't have lost the chance to retort, but the shock of taking four steps into the water - and finding herself immersed until the calf - was so much that she was out of breath. Obviously, this progress was made squeezing the octopus lady's arm on the edge of crushing, and that was a vision meant to cause incredulity but also tenderness. That didn't prevent Ursula from teasing her though.

"It isn't normal for a villain like you to fear the water! What do you think Mal and Regina will say when I'll tell them?"

"Oh, don't you ever dare!"

Five steps.

"But you see, it really isn't normal at all! I mean, we are together and I am the sea witch!"

Six steps.

"What does that even mean? I don't complain about the fact that you can't use a gun!"

Seven steps.

"But it's not the same"

Eight steps.

"But it is… Tomorrow I'll take you to Storybrooke's polygon"

Nine steps.

"There is not a polygon in Sto-"

But Urusla was forced to stop her answer when she found Cruella's body literally pressed against her own and she could therefore feel her shaking. But after all, it was known that water at the height of the waist was dangerous. Anyway, she slightly pushed her away and, still holding her hands, turned into an octopus, starting to wrapping her body with her tentacles.

"Hush, love, you have ten hands holding you at the moment…" she whispered sweetly, letting their faces meet and placing a quick kiss on her lips. "I am your personal life belt and I promise not to let you drown okay?" she proposed in such a voice as if she were talking with a three years old child.

Perhaps it was the sudden kindness of the voice, the tender kiss or the feeling of being wrapped by the tentacles, but Ms De Vil finally managed to relax a bit. Claming another kiss – this time longer and more passionate – she found herself bravely immersing more into the water. She had to recognize that she didn't mind that feeling now and, when their mouths were apart again, she had even the strenght to smile mischievously.

"You know, I still think I could drown… I should remove these clothes too!" she teased, referring to her own underwear.

Ursula just looked at her for some moments and then let out a small chuckle. "I don't think that is necessary…" she replied, but her voice was mischievously too.

And in some seconds, Cruella was naked anyway.

Feel free to imagine what happens next... Because well, I did ;)