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“I want to see you piss yourself.” Says Angela out of the blue one day while she and Fareeha are sitting together in the Gibraltar base. They’re alone in a common area; something that rarely happens. The base is always so busy and full of people that there’s constantly someone coming and going, passing through for various reasons from getting food to finding someone who’s missing.
“It’s just another form of losing control.” Angela explains, the smile on her face open and unassuming. After a pause, she clarifies; “well, giving up control.” Fareeha is stunned. She’s not inexperienced with sex, be it vanilla or kinky, but there are some things she’s never even entertained the thought of trying and this is one of them.
“If you have any questions, I’ll be happy to answer them.” Angela offers, eyes searching Pharah’s as if she was trying to read Fareeha’s mind. “Concerns, too. And there’s no pressure! I know it’s a little… Unconventional.”
“I - “ Fareeha starts to speak and then pauses, taking a deep breath. “I’m not saying no, but I want to think about it first.”
“Of course!” One thing about Angela Ziegler is that she’s like an open book, her emotions always obvious in personal situations. In her job as a medic it’s a completely different story, but between Angela and Fareeha there are no secrets. The day Fareeha had told Angela her biggest secret was the day that the two of them became real; from them on there was nothing hidden. Nothing to hold them back.
“Isn’t it messy and dirty?” Fareeha muses out loud, mindlessly fiddling with the beads on the front strands of her hair.
“It’s mostly sterile. But definitely messy; in fact, I dare say that it’s part of the appeal.” Mercy’s blue eyes are shining brightly, her hands folded in her lap.
“Run it by me again?”
“Um, sure… You drink a lot of water, and then you hold your bladder for as long as you can.” Fareeha’s nose has a tiny wrinkle in it, the minuteness of it making it barely noticeable to Angela.
“So you like pee? Do you want to pee on me?”
“It’s not the pee. Not really. It’s part of it, but for me it’s mostly about watching the way people react when you deny them something that they need.” Angela’s hands move uselessly as she talks, trying to emphasize her point with gestures. “If you tell someone not to cum - they don’t need to cum. If you tell someone not to pee, that’s not something they can obey for an indeterminate amount of time.”
“Eventually, they will.” Pharah muses out loud in response, starting to better see the point that her girlfriend is making. She can’t deny that she’s intrigued. “Have you done it before?”
“Yes,” Angela answers easily, “I’ve held it and made other people hold it.”
“How does it feel?” Brown eyes meet blue as Angela starts to reminisce.
“Embarrassing.” Fareeha’s head tilts a little, glinting golden beads gently hitting the side of her face inaudibly. “It’s so fucking hot,” Angela rarely swears, and Fareeha feels a jolt of arousal in her stomach. “It’s not bad embarrassment, though. It’s good, like when you yank on my hair and call me a slut.” Grinning widely, Angela stretches. She pulls her knees up underneath her on the couch, sitting on them to lean against Fareeha. They’re still for a moment until Fareeha moves her arm to rest it on Angela’s slender shoulders. “The feeling of release is the closest thing to an orgasm that I’ve felt.”
“I remember,” Fareeha muses, “when I was in the army.” Angela looks up at her, eyebrows raised.
“I would hope so.” She says, cracking a kind smile. Fareeha swats at Angela with her free hand, lazily patting her on the shoulder as she rolls her eyes with a grin she’s unable to hold back.
“We’d been in the desert for days doing training. Nothing for miles but small clusters of Bedouin people, absolutely no bathrooms. Standard, really. But that day we were being punished - I don’t remember what for.” Fareeha sounds wistful. “Likely someone with a mouth too loud for their own good. It was just drills, but when your sergeant is barking orders at you, you don’t want to ask to be excused.” She shifts slightly, leaning into her girlfriend even more. “I was desperate for the toilet. It was so early in the morning!”
Angela laughs, the sound ringing through the air like a cheerful bell.
“I hadn’t had time to go to the toilet! We were doing drills for hours. By the end, I could barely walk.” Fareeha snorts as she remembers it. “The walk back to base was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I thought my legs weren’t going to hold me. When I saw the toilet, finally, that was almost it. It was like my brain couldn’t cope with being so close. Those last steps…” Her eyes search Angela’s face, and she knows - without a doubt - that Angela is aroused. “And trying to take my trousers off!”
“But when you finally got to pee, I bet it felt so good.”
“Yeah,” Fareeha suppresses a shiver. “It did feel amazing.” She chuckles slightly breathlessly.
One of Angela’s hands is resting on her thigh, thumb rubbing slow but meaningful circles against the soft, curved flesh. “What about you?” Angela murmurs lowly, voice heavy with undisguised lust. “Is there anything that you would like to do?”
Color immediately flushes Fareeha’s face, sitting high on her cheeks underneath the clearly defined dark ink of the eye of Horus tattoo. She shuffles a little, moving her legs but not pulling them away.
“There is, isn’t there?” Angela doesn’t need a verbal answer; she can tell that there is. Fareeha nods, eyes looking at the plain carpet on the ground. It could do with a good going over with a hoover, she thinks idly.
“I want you to, ah, uh…” Fareeha trails off for a moment, rubbing her forehead with the hand not on Angela’s shoulder. “I like medical things.” She says, hoping it’ll be a sufficient enough answer. Angela’s mouth forms such a perfect ‘o’ of surprise that she almost looks comical. It’s only for a few seconds, however, and then she regains her composure.
“Do you need a check-up?” Asks Angela, the tone of her voice making it perfectly obvious that Fareeha’s message had been received loud and clear. Pharah nods, unable to bring herself to answer verbally in case she trips over her words. Angela’s fingers have now joined her thumb in rubbing Fareeha’s thighs, her trimmed nails gently dragging over the fabric of Fareeha’s shorts.
"Nothing hardcore, though." Fareeha's nose crinkles up again, more obviously this time. "I don't want you to hook me up to a heart monitor, or give me an enema or anything like that." Angela nods thoughtfully as she mentally takes notes.
Fareeha throws a quick compulsory glance around the room to confirm that it’s still empty - she knew it was, if someone had entered the room she would have heard them - before crushing her lips against Angela’s. She tangles her fingers in Angela’s hair, holding instead of pulling. For a moment their kiss is just their lips pressed together, but it doesn’t take long for Fareeha to suck Angela’s bottom lip gently into her mouth. She runs her tongue over it carefully, sending a shiver down her girlfriend’s spine before sinking her teeth in. Angela’s hips jerk and she whimpers softly.
Fareeha pulls away and gets to her feet, holding her hand out with a cocky grin on her face.
“Shall we take this to the bedroom?”