Welcoming her advance, Emma stepped closer and placed both hands at Regina's narrow waist. "How'd you even know I'd come?" Emma asked as she leaned in to smell the shoulder-length raven hair before gently kissing Regina's neck. She kissed five times, letting eager lips bounce softly, open and shut, kneading her neck and lingering hungrily as the mayor's chest began to rise and fall as she struggled to breathe evenly.

"Because I'm painting, and I know how much you...admire my work."

Emma's hands moved from Regina's waist, slowly up the sides of her body and back down again, as she pressed her own body gently against the mayor. Regina kept painting.

"And I'm sure I know just how to make you come," Regina added. She squeezed her thighs together tightly in an effort to help ease the tension there.

"Oh, you are good," Emma said as she continued kissing the mayor's neck. "And I'm gonna hold you to that." Her silken tongue briefly grazed Regina's neck between kisses, and the brunette whimpered almost inaudibly—just enough to send a shot of adrenaline unexpectedly tingling through Emma's body. Her hands traced Regina's sides again, this time slowing down past the curves of her breasts, then it took everything within her to return her hands to the mayor's waist.

"I fucking love watching you paint."

Emma felt herself getting wetter at the thought of touching Regina's breasts, but she wanted the tease to last a bit longer, so she pulled herself closer and instead wrapped her arms around Regina's middle, kissing down her neck to her shoulder and back up to her neck again. By sheer touch and by some miracle, Regina dropped her paint brush into a cup of water with precision, and leaned back against Emma, biting her lip to stifle a frustrated groan.

Emma smiled, proud of herself for adequately working Regina up. Regina reached her arms overhead and quickly untied her apron strings, and Emma removed the thick fabric which covered the front of her beautiful body and tossed it aside. Soft hands began to explore, wandering onto the mayor's lap and she touched the tops of her thighs. Regina let her knees fall apart slightly, and Emma ran her fingers along the mayor's legs slowly, letting the backs of her hands settle gently in-between before returning to the brunette's stomach. Emma traced light circles with her fingertips across toned abs, and she felt Regina's torso stretch and roll back against her. Regina moved her hands on top of Emma's and moaned with need as she felt the blonde's tongue lightly contouring her neck.

"I want you, Emma," she said with deep inflection, and she brought the blonde's hands up to her breasts and grasped the edge of the stool as Emma held her, caressing her softly through her shirt. Emma loved it when Regina lost control like that—giving in to her desires, but simultaneously taking the lead by guiding Emma to touch exactly where she needed her. Emma's mouth drew up in a half-smile and she began to move her hands slowly over the brunette's full breasts with open palms, feeling sensitive nipples excite as Regina arched forward into the touch.

"Is this what you want, Regina?" Emma said, taunting her.

She loved that her breathing was labored now, the sensations intensified courtesy of the blindfold. Emma looked down as saw the paint-smeared apron she had tossed to the floor and she couldn't take teasing Regina a moment longer.

"This is what I want," Emma said, and she squeezed Regina's breasts firmly, closing her fingers sharply as the mayor's nipples slipped between them. Regina groaned, threw her head back, and let her mouth gape open as her breathing became completely erratic. "Yes, oh yes!"

Emma's hands slipped underneath Regina's shirt, and in an instant she had unhooked the mayor's bra. Regina turned toward her, still seated, blindly reaching toward Emma, her fingers waving through the empty air. Regina laughed, considering how odd she probably looked, but before she could ask the blonde to come closer, she felt a warm hand rest beneath her chin. She hooked a hand around Emma's waist and the blonde held the mayor's face as they kissed each other ravenously, intensifying the heat they both felt. Sculpted arms wrapped around Emma's body, pulling her close as their lips danced. Again Emma's hands slid beneath Regina's t-shirt to feel the softness of her warm skin. The mayor raised her arms over her head to take the shirt off, and her bra fell to the floor. "You are so beautiful," Emma said, letting her eyes lustfully wander over Regina's half naked body. Emma smirked mischievously when an idea suddenly popped into her head. Carried away by the sensuous beauty, she was glad Regina was still wearing the satin blindfold. Taking a tube of paint, Emma squeezed some into her hand and ran slick fingers along the sensitive crevice of the mayor's collarbone. Regina breathed in, and her smile spread at the ticklish sensation. She felt hairs raise on the back of her neck. The paint was silky and warmed quickly between Emma's hands and Regina's body, leaving a colorful clue to the places she touched. It faded as the blonde continued to rub, drying faster than she would've expected.

"Emma, is that...? Are you painting me?" the brunette asked, guessing that Emma probably had some deep-seated fantasy of Regina covered in gold paint, rolling around on the floor like Farrah Fawcett in her iconic Playboy photo shoot.

"Maybe, but uh 'there will be no peeking?' you said?" Emma pressed her luck, shifting her eyes from side to side playfully. She smiled and gazed salaciously at Regina, taking note of the human canvas, and she grabbed hold of another tube of paint. The blonde squeezed the next color more liberally and rubbed it between her hands. Warm fingers grabbed bare sides as Emma deeply kissed the mayor, rubbing over her body gratuitously with the wet paint. "You look amazing. And I'm...uh...inspired." Emma said, trailing her fingers down the brunette's body through a haze of heat, admiring how the pattern of paint accentuated Regina's curves. Taking full advantage of the moment, Regina suddenly stood and kissed Emma back, biting her lip playfully and then she pulled off the satin mask to reveal an almost predatory gaze.

"But I'm the artist, dear. And I'm about to work you. Hard." Regina spouted, as she tore at Emma's tank top. She smirked happily at the giddy expression on the blonde's flushed face. Then she pulled Emma's shirt the rest of the way off and kissed her body, letting perfect teeth gently scrape along the surface of white skin. Her tongue traced pink nipples, and Regina grinned lustfully at the blonde, their eyes meeting as she slowly bit at each breast. As Emma groaned out in pleasure, Regina gave a wicked grin and stopped. She walked behind the blonde and began rubbing Emma's arms and kissing her shoulder.

"Your surprise now, dear," she reminded as she slipped the satin mask over Emma's eyes to let her know it was time. "Although you seemed to enjoy finger painting, I think you'll find you prefer my long, smooth strokes. Oh, and I like my canvas wet."