Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls [CLOSED; ClassicalMusician & Admin]

Naomi blushed and began her painting. Dear god was she distracted greatly by the beauty before her. After a few strokes she moved from behind the easel and looked her over, she wanted to get all the details possible.

Astrid was grinning from ear to ear on the inside. Out of her peripheral vision she was Naomi blush. Her plan was working perfectly.

She walked back to her painting and added many more details. She focused on the painting to get her mind off of Astrid and her beautiful skin.

~Time Skip~

Astrid glanced her eyes up at Naomi. She was in the zone, and it was adorable. "Is the painting almost finished?"

Naomi nodded. "I am putting on the finishing details right now." When she finished she sighed and headed over to Astrid handing her the maid outfit.

Astrid clapped her hands and stood, hair still cover her chest and the thin robe covering the rest of her. She took her uniform back and placed it, neatly folded by her purse. "To celebrate such a work of true art! I even have some glasses for our drink." Astrid had placed elegant looking wine glasses on a nearby table and poured two glasses of wine. She walked over and handed one to Naomi. "To my wonderful artist and a wonderful woman. France is more beautiful than anywhere else. "

She was back to laying it on thick.

The woman nods. "Very true. Thank you." She smiled at the shorter woman. She was a bit nervous to tell the truth that this girl was rather enchanting.

Astrid took a drink, sighing happily at the drink, and gazed up at Naomi.

"Madame, being such a beautiful and talented person, do you get many suitors? I mean, you must!"

"I do, but I refuse them all. I do not find the male species very attractive." She smiled and took a drink from the glass. "You now, are quite enchanting."

Astrid blushed mildly and swirled the glass. "Enchanting, oh my dear Naomi, you are quite the flatterer. Although, I must say, you have a certain charm around you that makes me wonder..." She set the glass down and lightly stepped close to Naomi.

"A many a women call me a Lady Killer, but it must be my skill in pleasure that kills their desire for others." She laughed and eyed the shorter woman hungrily, now that the alcohol was affecting her she was getting more bold.

Astrid playfully tapped the woman. "You sound quite confident. I must say, I want a taste of what makes you so good~" Astrid took Naomi over to the bench she had previously been sitting on and sat her down, standing in front of her.

At least now they were face to face.

"How can I not be confident when I have a beauty such as yourself within my grasp~" She smiled and wrapped her arms around the big busted girl's waist. "I want to know my lady what makes you so confident in believing I love the ladies?[/color]"

With the arms around her, Astrid knew it was the time for her to strike.

"I could sense it~" Those strong arms around her made her start to melt, and she moved forward, slowly climbing onto Naomi's lap, facing her. "Naomi, 'pleasant', 'beauty', apt descriptions for you~"

Naomi blushed. "Please, I'm not those descriptions, if anything you are my lovely." She nuzzled the woman and smiled. Perhaps this was the start of something new.

Astrid played with a curl of Naomi's hair. She picked up Naomi's glass and drank half, steeling her nerves. "If it weren't true, I would be able to contain myself. But, alas, I cannot~" Astrid's cheeks were glowing slightly, the alcohol finally taking control.

Astrid closed the small gap between them, looking in to Naomi's eyes. She placed one finger under her chin and tilted her head back ever so slightly. "My sweet, sweet Naomi."

Naomi looked Astrid in the eyes. It was clear that the woman was getting intoxicated and she was sure today was going to be a great day. "Yes my dear Astrid?" She smiled and her eyes softened. This woman truly was a masterpiece. She'd love to paint her all day every day and catch every single one of her facial expressions and body positions. Astrid was what she would call the holy art, it would put the most beautiful angel to shame.

"Astrid~ May I paint you with kisses?" There it was, the first question that would seal their fate for the day. If Astrid declined she would be heartbroken but she would understand completely.

"As long as I may do the same to you, my sweet~" Astrid leaned forward and laid her delicate lips on Naomi's pillowy lips, forgetting everything but the moment.

Fade to black~

Naomi awoke to a blistering hangover and looked around the room. It smelled an awful lot like paint. Oh yeah, she finished that painting of the pretty blonde. What happened after that? She couldn't seem to remember. Why is is so cold? And why is she nude?

Uh oh.

Astrid was snoozing near Naomi, obviously undisturbed by the cold and nude as well.

Interesting.

Naomi began panicking and looking around for her clothes. She wasn't sure what happened when she finished the blonde's painting and she must have gotten drunk. She couldn't remember anything perhaps the blonde was drunk too and she forced herself onto the smaller one.

Her panicking became worse and she began getting dressed. Quickly grabbing the blonde's clothes and throwing them on the bed she began pacing back and forth.

Astrid woke up to this scene of panic. She immediately broke into a mischievous grin.

"Oh come now, I wasn't that awful was I? Come sit."

Naomi looked over at the blonde. "I didn't force myself on you right? I didn't make you have sex with me? Right?" She was very worried about this.

"Oh, it was very consensual my dear~" Astrid pat the bed side in front of her.

Naomi sighed in relief. "Thank Lord. I thought I had forced myself on you, I have that habit when I am drink. Especially to straight women." She sits next to Astrid and puts her hand on her cheek.