Emma smirks mischievously.
"Emma, you better not." Regina warns. "You better…"
Emma wiggles her brows. "Better not what?" She asks before practically pouncing on the woman.
"Emma…" her voice still holds that warning tone but she is flashing a humored smile. It is Emma's cue to proceed. She lifts the mayor's shirt just enough to reveal her belly, presses her lips to the woman's naval, and blows. "Emma, I'm going to kill you!" She is trying to suppress a laugh but it isn't entirely working.
Emma takes a moment of pause before resuming her fluffy attack. This time Regina laughs more openly, "Emma, I swear…" she musters through her laughs. "I'm at work."
"Raspberries are funner than tax forms." Emma declares. Regina gives her a light swat as she continues to blow on her belly, making that ridiculous spitting sound.
"Yes, but taxes need to be done." Regina quirks a brow.
"And sheriffs need attention." Emma counters. "And mayors need days off." She boops Regina's nose. She rolls her eyes and sits up.
"I give you plenty of attention." Regina remarks.
"You don't give me raspberries!"
"Something tells me that you like giving them more than getting them."
Emma's devious smirk returns. "Your suspicions are correct."
"Em…" This time she doesn't even get to finish her warning before Emma is blowing on her tummy again. The mayor tosses her head back in a more or less uncontrolled fit of laughter.
"This is why I can't get any work done."
"It's not my fault that you're so ticklish. And that you snort when you laugh."
Regina bolts up, "I most certainly do not."
"You do so." Emma declears.
Regina folds her arms over her chest. "I have work to do."
"You're trying to change the subject." Emma accuses.
With a soft 'hmmph', Regina pulls her shirt back down. And just on time for Mr. Gold to walk in. "Has my building permit been approved?" He asks.
"We'll finish this chat later, Swan." She turns to Gold. "It has been. I just need you to sign a few things."
"If you say so, Madame Mayor." Emma grins. "I'll see you at home."