Shared nights and shared relief (Stardew Valley)
"Hey."
"Mmnh?"
The farmer woke up slowly and with a quiet, drowsy sigh of contentment. She had been napping so peacefully, just now, and it was so cozy, all snuggled up against Emily's warm body. She didn't wanna wake up, yet.
But when she closed her eyes again ("Just five more minutes, please...") her girlfriend was quick to poke her, to wake her up with a bit more force. With another sigh, this one a little less content, the farmer forced herself to open her eyes and to fully return back to the living world.
It was still dark inside the tent, the night still going on. And Emily, who was laying underneath the farmer, naked after they both had begun to share one sleeping bag and then gotten intimate with each other in said sleeping bag, was squirming her legs.
"Hey, do you think it's safe? To, uh... go outside?"
The farmer blinked slowly and tried to process this question. Safe?
Apparently she took a bit too long with that processing, because Emily had to clarify herself.
"Do you think that bear is still outside?"
Oh. Yeah. The bear. She remembered. That wild, scary-looking bear that had interrupted their romantic camping trip and had forced them both to hide away inside their tent. She remembered being pretty pissed at said bear in that moment, though that feeling of frustration had long since passed. Kind of hard to stay mad, when that rude interruption had led straight to such wonderful sex...
Again, the farmer was threatening to lose herself in her own thoughts, if not fall asleep entirely. Once again, Emily had to poke her, just to get her attention.
"Hey! Don't fall asleep on me, please! I just need to know. Is it safe?"
"Maybe? I don't know." The farmer shrugged, while rubbing her eyes. "It's safe in here, at least. I'm sure that bear will go away before tomorrow morning. We just have to wait until then."
That... didn't comfort Emily at all. A conflicted expression washed over the blue-haired woman and she squirmed her thighs together a bit more firmly. Before her partner could ask what was wrong, she admitted, her cheeks a bit flushed:
"I, uh... have to go to the bathroom."
Oh. Well, that explained her behavior, at least.
All at once, the farmer felt a bit more alert, driven by her good nature and her wish to help her girlfriend in need. Only... there wasn't much the farmer could really do. They couldn't exactly leave their tent, what with that bear possibly still around, and there wasn't anything in here that could be used as a toilet.
"I guess... you'll have to hold it. Or just... you know..." The farmer didn't finish her sentence, the implication clear. She sounded truly apologetic about it.
For the longest time, Emily kept quiet, only her subtle shivering giving her need away. Then she admitted, in a quiet and guilty tone of voice.
"I can't. Hold it until tomorrow, I mean."
"That's... alright. It's okay, really." The farmer quickly reassured her. "You can just..." She thought for a moment. Where was a good place in here to pee? She couldn't think of any and besides, the two women were still so snugly laying, limbs all tangled together, in this sleeping bag. Getting up would be such a hassle.
"You can go ahead and pee. I won't... say anything."
Surely the two could survive one night in a wet sleeping bag.
But despite the farmer's reassurance that it was perfectly okay, that she wasn't going to judge her for this, Emily stayed completely still - and her crotch dry.
Was Emily pee shy? Or did she feel too self-conscious about wetting herself, right where the two were sleeping? Either way, it seemed like the farmer would have to ease her girlfriend's nerves a bit, for Emily to fully let go and ease the burden on her heavy bladder. So, the farmer did the only thing that she could think of, in that moment.
She wet herself first on purpose.
With their bare legs intertwined - her right knee pushing into Emily's crotch and Emily's right thigh placed near the farmer's crotch - the farmer made the concentrated effort to relax all her lower muscles, to empty out all conflicting thoughts in her head, to ignore a life time of potty training.
It was surprisingly fast and easy, to allow her bladder to release a small stream of its own, that lightly dribbled against Emily's shivering thigh. Maybe seeing her struggling girlfriend in need like this allowed the farmer to more easily ignore her own sense of shame.
The unexpected feeling of water washing over her thigh made Emily freeze up. She blinked, staring at the farmer in surprise and amazement, as if in disbelief over what the other was doing.
...And then, aided by the ease with which the farmer had been able to let go and the feeling of said farmer's warm pee flowing down her leg and crotch, Emily finally followed suit.
The farmer knew right away that her little plan of encouragement had worked, when she suddenly felt something hot dribble against her knee, immediately followed by a drawn-out sigh. Emily closed her eyes in deep relief.
"There." The farmer exclaimed with a smile. "Feels way better, now, doesn't it?"
All her girlfriend was able to give in return was a lazy nod.
Things became quiet between them, as the two women got lost in their much-needed release. The dribbling against the farmer's knee was rapidly picking up force with each new passing second, making her wince in sympathy. It wasn't hard to notice just how badly Emily had needed to go. Just how long had she held it in?
The answer was quite long, apparently.
Even after the farmer's bladder had run dry, her partner kept going for almost another minute and once that minute was over, the subtle sound of hissing fully fading away, the blue-haired girl looked fully relaxed and ready to fall asleep.
The farmer could sympathize. She too was ready to continue her nap. Especially right now, when both their crotches and legs and all the fabric enveloping them was so nice and wet and warm...
And so the two did just that. They could deal with their mess and the bear outside tomorrow.
For now, they were just going to enjoy this special night.