Author's warning: If you're a Disney reader - And/or not at least 18 with an open mind - this probably isn't for you. I hope to write about those stories again some day - maybe after GMW ends I'll edit a story to reflect where they finished and pick it up from there. Or something new for Descendants 2. We will see what the future holds. I don't write stories; stories write me.

Author's note: This story has gone from porn to kink. I don't have a clue how you'll react to this one. To a certain degree, I've run out of anything conventional or vanilla. So either I get wild or I stop. I was going to do a straight up sexting one but really to work, it would have to be screenshots. That's the only way the left/right conversation would work. Can't do that here. So, here's something that touches on what was a joke in the very first chapter I posted here at FanFiction. Mindy, helpless in a hospital bed, desperately needing to pee. Well, this time is a little less funny. Dedicated to Jschmidt3 for, well, absolutely everything. Without her, this series may never have continued. Kink, in my very extremely limited experience, is something where you have to feel each other out. There is an incredible amount of learning, trust, and respect required to venture even into those things you might think odd or even degrading. Real kink isn't 50 shades. Not even close. But this story isn't bondage or Dom/sub. This story is, well, wet... ;)

Stakeouts suck.

I mean, they really suck. They involve a lot of watching where nothing will happen for hours. Maybe even for days or weeks. And when what you've been waiting to see is finally there, it might be for only a few seconds. It's really fucking easy to miss it. And then, not only did you not see what you needed, but you don't know about it and you'll keep watching and watching and watching….

I think you get my point.

I try to use cameras when I can because human biology is a big part of why stakeouts are a pain in the ass. Eating and drinking isn't so bad – just bring damn cooler with you. Getting sleepy is tough; getting bored as fuck is worse. But you can push through all of that. What you can't push through is the need to pee.

Dave and I had been taking turns watching this scumbag that we were pretty convinced was laundering stolen money. Problem was, we couldn't prove it. Not only was it not clear enough that a court wouldn't buy it, but we weren't quite sure enough that I was willing to put a bullet in his head. He hung around with some pretty bad dudes but I wasn't about to kill some guy for having shitty friends.

The view we had over parts of Central Park (where the potential scumbag liked to jog with aforementioned dirtbags) had afforded some real weird sites. A bottomless jogger was the first one. It was damn cold out but some girl (yes girl!) jogging along with a hoody, extra coat, hat, gloves, boots, an umbrella and NO FUCKING PANTS – NOT EVEN A THONG AS BEST I COULD TELL) was the first shock. Dave, of course, thought I was just fucking with him when I told him about it. The next day, he claimed he'd seen a guy hunting butterflies with his tongue. Just climbing over the rocks like a freaking lizard. I'd called bullshit on that one because it was too fucking cold for butterflies but Dave wouldn't back down. So, since we were typically texting back and forth during our turns, we adopted a little internet meme to prevent these disputes.

"Pic or it didn't happen." Whenever one of us saw something beyond belief and sent it to the other that was always the same reply. "Pic or it didn't happen." Or, in simpler terms – prove it, asshole.

One night, I was running late to relieve Dave. And I got an insistent text from him. "Can you hurry love? I really need to pee."

"Just hold it" I texted back. "I'll be there soon."

"I can't." Dave texted back.

"Fine. Just whip it out and take leak up there. It's not like anyone can see you."

"I can't. I'm in a wet suit, remember?" Dave shot back.

"And your point is?" I asked, hurrying down the block toward the building. I mean, I wasn't heartless.

"It doesn't have a zipper in the front. I'll have to pull half the thing off. And it's freezing up here!"

"Dude, do what you need to do, OK? I'm coming but it'll still be a bit before I get up there.

"Shit! I'll wait." Sent Dave. Then about five minutes later, he sent another message. "Damn it's hard to reach this zipper!"

"You're pulling your suit off?!" I sent back in shock.

"Yep!" came the reply from Dave.

"Pic or it didn't happen!" I shot back, amused as fuck. And then, to my amazement, I got a pic of Dave with his suit pulled down and his dick hanging out. He still had his mask on. It was very odd. To see him that way. Kind of like a Mexican wrestler with their mask and bare chest. Smirking, I zoomed in a bit on his dick, cause I'm his girlfriend, damn it, and I like seeing his dick. I noticed that there was a little drip hanging off the end. Something in the pit of my tummy twisted. It was… Fuck. Suddenly in shock, I sent a message back. "Wait one fucking minute. Your dick is wet! You took this AFTER you peed!?"

"I really had to go…" was all the reply I got. When I finally got up to the top of the roof, he had a tough time looking me in the eye. And as soon as he could, he headed down the stairs and out of site. I kept thinking about the picture though. It was…

Look. I liked it. Didn't have a fucking clue why, but I liked it.

Shut up.

It couldn't have been more than twenty minutes later that suddenly I had to go. And go really bad. Talking about it with him must have put it in my head.

"You asshole!" I sent to him.

"What?" he replied? You knew, being really original.

"Now I have to pee, damn it! You put it in my head! Get back up here so I can run down and find a bathroom."

"No." came back not more than a second later.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?" I sent back frantically.

"There's no reason. I mean, you told me to pee on the roof. Why can't you?" Dave replied.

"Because I'm a girl, you fucking idiot? We're put together differently! I don't have anything to whip out!"

"Big deal. Just squat or something." Dave replied, apparently feeling pretty brave. Normally a comment like that would have earned him a serious ass kicking. I guess he figured I'd calm down before I saw him again.

"No! Not gonna happen. Get your fucking ass up here now!"

"I'm sorry. Please don't smack me later. I mean, I would if I could. But I can't. I'm already on the subway and I took the one with only a few stops. I could get off at the next one and take the other train back but it'll still take me quite a while. Maybe you could just leave for a few minutes and take care of it."

"If this guy is to schedule, he'll be along any time now. I can't leave now. But I've got to go!" I sent.

"Then I don't know what to tell you." Dave replied.

"Fuck it!" I was almost dancing I had to go so bad at this point.

"Fuck it? What do you mean 'Fuck it'? What, you're going to leave? We've been waiting for this for weeks! What about catching this guy?" Dave asked.

"I never said I was going to leave." I wrote, unwilling to write more. But I started pulling off my gloves.

"Then you're gonna…" He left it hanging.

I stared at the phone, hesitating because I had to admit it to myself as much as to him. I took a deep breath.

"Yep." I wrote back and then started pulling at my belt. My cheeks were flaming red.

Then the worst thing possible happened. "Pic or it didn't happen." showed up on my phone in mocking glowing letters.

I paused in my disrobing to reply. "You're fucking kidding me…" I sent back.

"Nope. I don't believe you. I don't believe the noble Hit-Girl would actually do it. In fact, I think you made this whole thing up to fuck with me."

"You really think I'd do that?"

"You mean you're actually going to claim you wouldn't?" was his reply.

"Double fuck!" I sent back. I stopped, my hand on my zipper. Could I do it? Send him a pic of my snatch up here on the freezing roof just to prove I'd dropped my panties to pee? I wasn't sure I could actually do it. I was torn as I started to tug my pants and underwear down because the urge was getting stronger and I didn't have much time left to think.

I glanced at my phone and three little laughing smileys mocked me.

"Fine." I sent. Then I started to squat down and figure out how in the hell I was supposed to hold the camera for the pic without falling over.

I finally decided that I'd set the timer on the phone and just put it on the ground aimed at me. But after two tries and almost pissing on my shoes trying to hold on, I gave up. I just turned on the video, aimed it at my snatch so I could get a good screenshot after I was done and then cleared my head. I could do this. I waited a few seconds so there would be enough footage to steal a clip from without me pissing and and then I let go.

God that pee felt good. Relief drained out of me along with the Monster energy drink that I'd drained on the way up to the roof. When I was done, I kind of bounced a little to get rid of the excess and then pulled up my panties. They felt a little wet but honestly, Dave turned me on so much that I was rather used to feeling wet. Then I got my pants back on and bucked up. Finally, I grabbed the phone, stopped the video, and went through it to find him a good view of my pussy so he couldn't claim I'd faked it. I'd just about found it and was about to screen shot it when I heard noise down below.

I looked over the roof and saw that the guy we'd been watching was now having the shit beaten out of him by those friends of his. Swearing up a storm, I pounded at the phone until it said 'sending' and shoved it in my pocket. Then I pulled my gloves back on, clipped my harness onto the railing, and repelled down to save the day.

The fight only took about ten minutes but it took another hour before I'd tidied up and gotten back to somewhere safe. I pulled my phone out to tell Dave that money guy and thugs were all dead, leaving us about twenty thousand richer and the city a little bit cleaner. I pulled out my phone to find a text waiting from Dave. I started trading messages with him.

"OMG"

That's what Dave had sent me. I replied. "OMG? Really? What are you, twelve? Where's the shock? It's a picture of my pussy. You've seen it before."

"I can't believe you really did it." came Dave's reply almost immediately.

"Told you I would."

"Umm, wow."

"Why wow?" I was still surprised at the reaction. I mean, it was a pic of my snatch. He'd seen tons of those.

"I've never seen that before."

"Yes you have." I replied. I mean, the fucker went down on me last night. He'd definitely seen it.

"Never. I mean, sure I've been the bathroom with you a couple times but I looked away. I mean, I hadn't actually… Holy shit Min. I can't stop watching it."

Watching? What in the fuck did he mean by watching? You don't watch pictures, you look at them. Right?

RIGHT?!

Dave continued. "It just starts… and I can see your muscles move… And it starts flowing… And it's like I'm right there. Watching."

Starts? Move? Flow? Mother Fucker! Oh fucking shit! I began to pace as realization dawned. I scrolled up and checked what I'd sent. In my rush to go catch the bad guy, I'd hit the wrong button. I hadn't sent a screenshot. Nope, it was worse. Much worse. I'd sent him the entire fucking video. Pulling my panties out of the way, pissing, and even the little god damn bounce to get rid of the drops at the end. Part of me was embarrassed as fuck. I mean, nobody wants to see this, right? Or only perverts and shit? But another part was part of me was excited by his reaction. Because this wasn't some weird guy peeking in a bathroom stall. This might have been an accident but I hadn't been spied on. This was Dave, watching what he at least believed I'd freely sent. Somehow, I liked him liking it. But then I felt like the weirdo so I started type some sort of reply to regain my dignity. However, his next text arrived before I could hit send.

"That's the sexiest and most intimate thing I've ever seen." Dave's words hung in front of me.

It took me a few minutes to reply. Especially since I had to backspace over the bullshit joke I'd been trying to make and it was really long. Finally, my screen was clear and I could start over. "It was?" I asked, almost afraid of his answer.

"Definitely." Came Dave's simple message. "Watch it and tell me I'm wrong.

I pulled the video back up and actually watched it without just skipping to see how far it went. It showed everything. From the first little dribble of pee coming out to my little bounce at the end to get rid of the drops. I didn't quite get why he liked it so darn much. Then I watched it again and thought about being Dave, sitting there, watching me. Then I thought about seeing him. Ah fuck. He was right. It wasn't gross at all. Our bodies are beautiful. Marvels of engineering, really. And I hadn't hid a thing from him in this video. Damn it, my pants and panties hadn't even obscured it for a moment.

So, I started typing again, trying to explain the error but that I didn't mind and that I was glad he liked it. And again the mother fucker typed his response faster than I could.

"Do you want to see me?" Dave's words taunted me and my eyes bugged out as I reached a new level of shock. I couldn't type. I thought about it again. Did I? Could I share that same closeness with Dave? Admit how I really felt about it? Guilt and shame tried to overwhelm me but finally I just accepted the truth. So I nodded and waited for the video to arrive. After a few minutes of waiting, a message arrived instead of that video. Dave said "I mean, earlier I recorded myself peeing when I was on the roof. The whole thing. I was going to send it as a joke or something. I figured you'd make fun of me but sometimes I like it when you tease me. Now… Now it isn't funny. It's something more than that." I nodded again and waited. What the fuck was his problem? Why wasn't the video coming through? Again, after the wait, he typed some more. "Look, if it's weird or I've made you feel uncomfortable, I'm sorry. I'll never mention it again. I.. It just caught me by surprise. I mean…" he stopped typing and I was confused. Why was he back pedaling? He'd liked mine. I wanted to see his. I stared at the phone wondering why I was in love with someone who was this fucking dumb. What was the problem? Why was he freaking out? Why wasn't he sending his video? I mean, I'd said yes…

This was when I realized that I'd never actually sent a message that said 'yes.' I'd been nodding at a cell phone. Apparently I was the dumb ass.

"Send it." I wrote quickly, my face flaming. "You're not weird. I don't think you're weird. Not at all."

"Look, I'm sorry I got so excited."

I moaned a bit. "Look, just send the video. You saw me. I… I want to see you."

"You really want to see it?"

"Yes!"

"You're not just saying that?"

"Send the fucking video or I'll cut off your cock and you'll never piss again!" I sent back, almost shouting the words out load. Within just a few seconds I was rewarded by the fuzzy transferring video box. The tension built as the video arrived. It took a little while. Either the cell service sucked or he'd REALLY had to go. I stared at it for a good thirty seconds before I found the courage to play it.

His suit was pulled down in front. And I could see his abs. Fuck I love those things. One of these days, I'm actually going to try washing clothes on them…

Then the shot zero' d down on his dick. His hand was shaking at first. Then he seemed to adjust his stance and how he was holding the phone and his dick. And he started to pee.

The twisty part of my stomach suddenly did a back flip. It was like I was there with him, just like he'd watched me. I took a moment to ackowledge that it was also really cool how guys can control where the piss goes. Just aim the damn thing. I mean, girls usually squat down, try to keep their shoes out of the way, and hope for the best. He could… Well, I was reminded suddenly about those jokes regarding guys writing their name in the snow.

Look, this was weird. It was supposed to be grossing me out. And not something I'd want to see. However I was mesmerized. I understood why Dave hadn't been able to stop watching me. This was something Dave and I had never shared. We were so far apart right now but at the same time, so close. I tried to process how I felt and kind of failed. Except to wonder why my panties were getting so damn wet.

DON'T FUCKING SAY BECAUSE I WASN'T ABLE TO WIPE, DAMN IT! THAT'S NOT THE KIND OF 'WET' I'M REFERRING TO!

Although I can't deny that pulling up my panties in such a rush like that did leave them a little…

OK, fine. I'm just making up bullshit excuses at this point. He liked seeing me pee. I liked seeing him pee. Was that it? I mean, seriously, where do we go from here?

Actually, my only real option was to go home. So I did. When I got there, Dave was pacing the living room. I came in and asked him to sit down but he didn't appear to be able to.

"You really don't think I'm fucked up for liking that?" Dave said, sounding like he already was messed up and was just waiting for me to drop the guillotine blade.

Since I'd been about to ask the same question, I took a deep breath. Then said. "Well, then I guess we're both fucked up because seeing you was hot as fuck."

The tension visibly drained out of Dave and he sat down next to me. When he leaned over to kiss me, pushed back into the kiss hard. Then I slid my hand up his leg to check if he was hard. He was. I stroked it a little bit and he moaned. It was a little different than he normally did though. I stopped kissing him to look at his eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked.

Dave flushed. "I need to pee. I've needed to for a little while and I was waiting in case you, well, you wanted to see it live. Do you?"

I nodded at him. Because I was still a little bit shy to admit it and unlike the phone, he could see me nodding.

I pulled him up and pulled him into the bathroom. I pulled our clothes off and then into the walk in shower. Might as well take advantage of easy cleanup. I kind of aimed him at the drain and then stood back expectantly. His hard throbbing cock kind of hung there. I saw him try. Really try. Then he looked back at me.

"I can't." he said.

My heart fell. Maybe it was too weird. I turned to go but he touched my arm so I'd stay.

"I want to. Just well, I can't because I'm too damn hard."

I looked at him a moment and then started to chuckle. So did he. "I guess that would be a problem." I laughed.

When we'd calmed down, he looked at me. "Do girls have that problem too?"

"Being hard?" I giggled. "No, not generally…"

"You know I didn't mean that. But if you're really excited, does it stop you from going?"

"I'm not sure." I admitted. "I haven't really tried."

"Could you?" The words came out of Dave's mouth before he could stop them and I could see the vulnerability inherent in them. He was still waiting for me to call him a freak. That fear made me a bit braver than I would normally have been. I couldn't let him down.

"I'll try." I said. I squatted down and then, feeling awkward that way, went ahead and sat down on my butt. I motioned Dave between my legs for a better view. I leaned back and tried to get the muscles to let go. I couldn't. My body had learned that this was the wrong place and way to do this. So I stood up and started to move out of the shower. I saw the wave of disappointment show up on Dave's face. "It's OK. It's not easy for me either but I have an idea. Come with me.

I pulled him over to the toilet and sat down. He sat down in front of me, his head level with my pussy. I leaned back a bit to give him a better view and then concentrated on letting go. I rubbed my clit a little to get my senses focused at least close to the right place.

Dave's breath caught as he watched me pee. It squirted out – rather hard. My lips made it spray a bit crooked and a couple droplets ended up on Dave's lips. He didn't seem to mind. He face got closer as he watched it flow. I was rubbing my clit faster now, so turned on by Dave watching me so intimately.

Before I finished, his fingers slipped down into the spray, then up to rub my soaked pussy. As the stream calmed down to a dribble, those fingers slipped inside my pussy, curling to rub my gspot really hard. Given that I was already rubbing my clit, that basically made me lose all control. I moaned out his name. Moaned how much I loved him. Begged him to fuck me, fill me, breed me. I'm not even sure where some of what I said came from.

Dave picked me up, pee still dripping from my pussy and down my legs. He carried me into the shower, turned the water on, and pushed me under the spray just as he thrust his cock into me. He pumped frantically, like he'd lost control. Then just as I thought he was about to cum, he slowed, pulling me to him and biting into my neck in frustration.

"What's wrong, my love?" I asked. "You're mine and I'm yours. Let go and blast that load deep inside my tight little pussy." I figured that for some reason Dave couldn't quite hit orgasm and that a little dirty talk would push him over the edge.

With an animalistic growl, Dave pressed harder into me. "Baby? I'm not sure if I'm going to cum or piss or both. Once I let go, I don't have a clue what will happen.

And then I was possessed by some sort of naughty spirit that I'd never felt before. I started to whisper quietly in his ear. "Dave honey, right now I'm your little fuck toy. And your toy wants her cunt filled. I've been such a good toy, letting you watch me pee from so close that you could even touch. Only you get to see me like that. Only I get to see you. I'm yours to take. Pee in me and cum in me both. Stop worrying about anything and let go. Now!"

With a huge growl, Dave pumped in and out of me three time and exploded. First I felt him pee. With how wet I was, I don't know I knew it was different. I think it was the sustained steam inside me. And then he started to fuck me again. He hadn't quite cum yet. But every thrust pushed out a little bit of pee. It made this demented squishy noise that almost had me cumming just from the sound. He fucked out every drop of piss. And then he jammed in one more time and filled me with cum. That's when I lost it – when I felt those individual jets up into my cervix. We held together, then he collapsed to the floor. I followed him down, noticing the cum dripping out of me as I moved next to him. The water spray then cleaned up any remains of what we'd done and I slid a little closer, adjusting his head so he wouldn't drown or something before he could get his brain working again.

Once we were clean, we turned off the water, grabbed a bunch of towels to dry off, then climbed into bed together.

Once we were settled with me spooned against him, he breathed into my ear with a bit of a chuckle. "Fuck toy?" he said quietly.

"I only said that because you make me feel so amazing, so loved, so respected, so worshipped. If I didn't feel every one of those things, I could never use a word like that."

"Glad we're on the same page." Dave said, kissing my neck. "I was about to tell you I couldn't call you that if I didn't feel that way. I'd feel obliged to kick my own ass."

"You can watch me anytime you want, you know." I said shyly. "I mean, when I…."

Dave squeezed me. "I know. And you can watch me. Well, assuming I can be soft enough with you watching for everything to work properly."

I giggled. "Deal. And, if there's anything else you're fantasizing about, let me know." I got serious for a second. "Dave? I love you."

Dave hugged me one more time, but it was weaker and I could tell he was falling asleep. "I love you too. My princess, my superhero, my partner, my friend, my darling, my masterpiece, my angel, and now my sweet little fuck toy."

"You're my fuck toy too!" I shot back, a little defensively because I still couldn't quite believe I'd said it.

"Of course I am, my love. And damn proud to be it. My eyes are closing though. Goodnight darlin." And with that, Dave slid into sleep. It took a few minutes for me to process the day before I joined him.

This was a major step into kink with a capital K for us. Maybe you think it's weird that I'd like any of this. That I'd give that much of myself. Maybe you think it somehow diminishes me or that I should feel degraded. If you do, you're really fucking wrong. All of this strengthened me and my relationship with Dave. Because everything we're doing, we're doing both because we can admit we enjoy it and because we like making the other person feel good. Society's judgements can go fuck themselves with my favorite 12 inch strap on. The intimacy of our pee play – well, that's really where the turn on came from. It was a little bit forbidden. That was true. But it wasn't degradation, like it is for some people playing with pee. Now all power to them; I'm not judging what they like. But that just wasn't our cup of tea. For use, it was about sharing something that most people – even lovers – normally don't. It was about having every secret exposed, not worrying about dignity or pride – only the excitement and love of our partner.

And as a suggestion from me, if you ever find someone you connect to on that deep of a level, grab on and don't ever fucking let go.