The Gift That Keeps On Giving

TITLE: The Gift That Keeps On Giving AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 4 of ? FANDOM: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles SHIP: John / Cameron RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Smut SPOILERS: Season One and Two UNIVERSE: Companion piece to "Happy Birthday". Connor decides to see what else Cameron can show him about being with a woman. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the creators, writers and producers of the show. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER FOUR John lay on his bed, his hands behind his head, staring up in the darkness at the barely visible ceiling. The play list on his I-pod had ended about fifteen minutes ago, but he made no move to restart it, choose another or even remove his earphones. Sleep, simply would not come no matter how hard he tried, he was just too preoccupied. He couldn't get Cameron out of his mind, and not just what they'd been doing, but her reactions as well as his own. He was starting to have serious doubts about her motives and the truth about her secondary mission, but god help him, he could still feel, taste and smell her. He was glad his mother had her own shower; the cracked tiles would have been a little hard to explain. As, it was, the fine spidery lines on the white porcelain were a constant reminder of that night and what he'd done and how un-machine-like she had reacted. He had been avoiding her as best he could without raising too much suspicion from either his mother or Derek, but he was starting to get looks from his mother. He knew that, if he had noticed, wouldn't say anything. He barely tolerated Cameron, he only saw her as Metal. "Is that what I am supposed to do? Am I supposed to see her only as a machine, a tool, as something that was only a malfunction away from being an enemy, as Metal?" he mused. He had used her; he wanted to use her again. It was a rather startling admission, but his twitching, semi-erect cock in his sleep shorts was proof enough of its truth. He sighed and finally tore the earphones from his ears. He needed to speak to her. He needed to find the truth. A flash caught his eyes and a rumble of thunder followed before the sound of heavy drops hitting glass filled the room as the promised storm finally broke. John got up and walked to the window to look out at Los Angeles, distorted by the drops on glass. The rain here seemed somehow melancholy. He missed the way it rained in the jungle. It was about the only thing he missed about that time of his life. There was a moment, just before the rains came when every living thing seemed to hold its breath for just that fraction of a moment before the very air seemed to become water. It would rain for fifteen, twenty minutes and then it would stop. He had secretly thought it was god watering the lush jungle and that it stopped so suddenly because he had turned off some celestial faucet. Everything seemed fresh and clean then, especially when the sun valiantly fought its way through the heavy canopy to touch the ground in bright spotlights. Strangely, he wondered what Cameron would make of that. He saw his reflection in the glass, his eyes staring back at him searchingly. He nodded slightly and turned away. He opened his door; the house was silent, except for the muted sound of the rain and the soft creak of a settling foundation. He padded quietly down the hall to find Cameron's door open. He peered inside and another flash of lightning revealed her silhouette apparently staring out at the storm as he had been doing only moments ago. The darkness returned, but two points of glowing blue indicated that she had turned. "Come in, John and close the door." She suggested in a soft, calm voice, turning back to the window. John hesitated for a moment. He wanted to talk to her, but at the same time was apprehensive at being alone with her. He didn't know how far he could trust himself or, a little alarmingly, her. He squared his shoulders and entered, closing the door and reaching to the side to flick on the lights. The darkness, just felt too intimate. He managed to stifle a groan as things got a lot harder for him on several levels as the light revealed that Cameron was naked. He closed his eyes, blocking out the sight, but it still replayed itself behind his eyelids as she turned to face him. "Could you put something on?" he requested, surprised by the hoarseness of his voice and the dryness of his throat. "Does my appearance offend you?" she enquired, a lilt of curiosity in her voice. "No... No. It's just a little distracting." He responded, still keeping his eyes closed, willing his breathing to remain normal and concentrating on getting his erection to fade without success. "Distracting?" she wondered and he gritted his teeth. "Yes, distracting." He repeated without explanation. "You're erect. It is illogical for me to dress if we are going to further explore how a man and a woman can be together." She stated and he opened his eyes to find hers. "That's not what I came here for. We need to talk." He informed her, clenching his will to keep his eyes on her pixie face and not let it roam down her lithe feminine curves. "But you have an erection, your heart rate and respiration are elevated as well as your pheromone level." She insisted with a tilt of her head. "Be that as it may, I am not here to have sex with you, right now. So, could you just put something on?" He responded surprised by the stipulation he put on the statement as he reached over and grabbed the robe he saw lying on the foot of her bed and tossed it to her. The robe was silk with a watercolor floral design. She caught it deftly and with only a slight pause slipped into it. He didn't quite know what was worse, when she was completely naked or the way the short, robe revealed just enough of her form to be intriguing as well as enticing. "What do you want to talk about, John?" she enquired sitting down on the chest in front of the window, stretching her legs out in front of her. It suddenly occurred to him that it was strange that she had a robe at all. It wasn't like she had modesty to consider. "It isn't part of her cover, so why would she have one." He wondered. "I need to know if what you told me is true, that I gave you the mission... the mission to show me about sex. Is it true?" he asked as directly as he could. "Yes." She answered simply and without the slightest trace of hesitation. Her face was just too unreadable as he searched it for some sign of duplicity. Terminators, they were designed to lie. "Would you like to try some more sex now?" she queried. "No... Do you and I do this in the future?" he asked. "Yes... We talk often. We have a lot to discuss." She answered as he ground his teeth. "No, that's not what I meant. Do we have sex in the future?" he rephrased his question. "That was what I was proposing." She stated, sounding like a teacher trying to explain something to a rather dense child. He sat on the edge of her bed, which he knew for a fact had never been slept in, and raked his hand through his hair. "Do you have sex with my older self in the future after judgment day?" he asked slowly grinding out each word, trying to decide if she was messing with him or if he was just hitting a wall of unwavering logic or that language and time travel were just one big minefield. He looked up when her answer was not immediately forthcoming. "We... we sleep... slept together. You understand me better then." She answered with uncharacteristic hesitance as if she were choosing her words carefully. "What does that mean?" he asked pouncing on the ambiguity of her statement. "I have no way of explaining it more clearly than that." She responded unhelpfully. "Not good enough." He insisted although he couldn't keep his eyes from sliding up her shapely legs as she shifted them. "Things are different then." She stated by way of explanation. "Would you like to try anal sex next?" she asked. "What?!?" he asked, standing up in shock. "You can stick your cock in my ass." She stated as if all he needed was an explanation of the mechanics. She unbelted her robe and with a shimmy that dragged his eyes down her body with it, shrugged the silk garment off to puddle around her on the chest she was reclining on. "Jeesus... her mission must be real, terminators are dogged and relentless in the pursuit of their objectives and she sure has only one thing on her agenda right now. " he thought. He'd had enough of them try to kill him to fully understand the scope of their determination. "Cameron... Stop that." He warned even as his dick, which had softened to below half-mast suddenly surged to almost aching attention. He remembered the way the little rosebud of her asshole had clenched under his accidental touch and the thought that had sparked in his mind. "She can't possibly have known about that?" he wondered, dragging his eyes off her once again naked form to the door, finding himself smack dab in the middle of the two. She was Metal... He should just leave, open the door and walk away. Use her in the fight to stop Skynet and that was all. He wasn't going to get to any kind of useful truth, not from her. "It is the right thing to do." He decided, his eyes shifting back to her as she moved, standing, turning away from him and placing her hands on the chest, presenting her ass to him and looking over her shoulder expectantly. His resolve falters and then crumbles as she sways her shapely ass slowly from side to side in blatant invitation. "Is it just seduction or can he sense a hint of impatience in her actions." He wonders trying to penetrate the complicated layers he kept discovering in Cameron while battling the responses she evokes in him. He glances at the door one last time and then turned to her. "Was that a smile? Did she just smile?" he asks himself as he swears he just saw her lips curve up and her white teeth flash, but he couldn't be sure, He should leave, but his feet lead him away from the door and towards the temptation he is quickly losing the will to resist. He reached out and placed his hands on her buttocks and their swaying stills, but she presses back into his touch. He knows what she is and no matter how intimately he has touched her, he still expects her to be cold and hard, but she is not. Warmth radiates from her skin, which is firm, but pliable as he closed his eyes and drew in a slow deep breath while his fingers flexed, testing that pliability. Her skin was smooth, but not perfectly so he realizes. "You're not perfect." He stated in a hushed tone, his hands exploring and fondling the globes of her ass without his conscious thought. His dick twitched and throbbed, straining against the cotton of his sleep shorts. "Perfection led to failure. We found this out with the first series of T8s; the resistance spotted them almost instantly. Everyone has flaws, it is part of being human and we mimicked them for the purpose of infiltration," she explained unasked. "Who would see you, much less feel your ass if you were infiltrating a base to kill everyone?" he wondered. "You'd be surprised, not all flaws are on the outside." She responded. "Take out your dick, John." She prompted, half instruction, half sultry invitation. As, usual her uncanny ability to change the subject on a dime throws him slightly, but the discomfort of his erection trying to tear his shorts has him doing her bidding without too much delay. His dick throbs and feels hot in the storm-chilled air. He isn't quite sure he wants to do this, he isn't sure he can do this, but his body seems to have a certainty his mind does not. Lightning flashes outside and highlighted her features as she looked at him over her shoulder. "You need some lubrication." She informs him, the pink tip of her tongue peeking out to make a circuit of her lips. "Is that apprehension?" he wonders as her teeth lightly worry at the corner of her lower lip for just the briefest of moments. After what happened in the shower, he is now almost more aware of her reactions than his own. He doesn't know what he is more afraid of, finding the machine or finding something else. John let one of his hands slide between her legs and his fingers heat and moisture as he slides them through her swollen, open folds. Cameron pressed back when he found her entrance, impaling herself on two of his finger. She clenched around him and her cream coated his digits. He drove his fingers deeper without conscious thought, searching for the source of all the slippery liquid heat, but his fingers are just not long enough. He withdrew his fingers and held them up, seeing them glisten, the scent of her juices tantalizing his nose. "Work it into my ass." She instructs and for a moment he was frozen, torn between what she required and his own desire. Her scent had reminded him how good she tasted and his fingers had been rising to his watering mouth. He lowered his hand and collected even more of her cream from her silken folds and then did as she instructed. He is out of his depth; he doesn't quite know what he is doing as he presses two of his fingers to the rosy starfish of her asshole. He applies pressure, slowly at first and then a little more forcefully when he meets more resistance then he had anticipated. He twists his fingers slightly and the coating of her cream does its job, letting his fingers slowly slide into her. He blinks as her flesh fluttered around his digits and Cameron lets out a hiss that becomes a sort of soft drawn out groan, her ass squeezing his fingers, bringing the to a halt before they are all the way in. The sound she makes is not entirely pleasurable. Her ass continued to squeeze, bearing down on his fingers as if to expel them by pure force and he started to withdraw them, the sensation similar, but not quite the same as when he explored her snatch. Her snatch had been inviting, but her ass was not. "I shouldn't be doing this." He thought, his resolve stiffening even though it is now impossible for other parts of him to get any stiffer. He wills his feet to back away, to take that single step that should break the mesmerizing spell of her naked body, the intriguing curiosity her offer and his own conflicting desires, but they only shift further apart. "Do that again. Work them in and out, stretch me... get me ready... it will make it easier." She urges, her dark hair partially obscuring her face, but he would have sworn on a stack of bibles he could see a blue glow flare and pulse behind her eyes as they uncharacteristically narrow slightly. John collected more of Cameron's, copious, slippery cream and did as she bid. The small, analytical part of him that somehow remains mostly unaffected by his growing need and excited arousal asks why she would need him to get her ready? She is a machine, completely in control of her body. And, the way she had phrased her instruction, part clinical and part... part something else, something he cannot find the words to explain, even in his head. It does get easier, her flesh still throbbing and pulsing around his fingers as he drove them in and out of her ass, but not as resistant and the soft sounds she makes are more familiar. He is so hard, it almost hurts, and his dick occasionally jerks to slap against his hard stomach. "That's good, John." She praised. "Now... Put your dick in me, get it all wet and slippery just like your fingers." She encouraged. He didn't need to be told twice and he was actually a little disturbed by his eagerness. John guided himself through her slippery folds and found her entrance. He found the restraint from somewhere not to just ram himself home and groaned as he let his head loll back as he slid into her tight, hot flesh. No matter how may times he did it, he was just never quite ready for how absolutely amazing it felt to have her snug channel wrap around and then caress his length with hot friction. Something like a purr drifts over her shoulder to mingle with his whistling, hiss of an exhalation and his eyelids droop, half closing his eyes as pleasure snakes up his spine. It is forever and a fraction of an instant before his pelvis is pressed against the curve of her ass and he can go no further. Her tight channel flexes and squeezes his length as he feels her flood in wet, slippery waves while he slowly rocks back and forth. John let his hands slide up the smooth, curved expanse of her finely sculpted back, feeling it shift slightly under his fingers as she grinds back onto him. He leaned forward, resting his weight lightly across her. "Do you like this?" he asked, not sure she would answer as he increased his range of motion, taking longer, more forceful strokes, but still keeping most of himself buried in her sweet embrace. "Yes." She whispers back after a pause, so softly he can barely hear her. Cameron lifts her head slowly and looking over her shoulder, he can see the reflection of her face, as well as his own, in the rain-splattered window. Her eyes are half lidded, but he can see a blue glow pulsing behind them and he realizes the rhythm of it matches his inside her. Her eyes close slowly and when they open again, the light is gone and only, large chocolate orbs are staring back at him. His mind seems frozen, locked on her beautiful features mixed in with the fury of the storm while his body continues to move with hers. Thunder rumbled, close, loud and ominous before the darkness lights up with a bright flash, obliterating her reflection and jarring him out of his near mesmerized state. She craned her head around to look at him through her dark curls. "Do it." She instructed simply and he slid out of her, lifting his weight and grasping her hip with one hand and the base of his cock with the other. The air is cold on his wet dick and he misses the heat of her snatch and then he is positioning himself at the glistening rosebud pucker of her anus. John hesitantly started to apply pressure, feeling her flesh give, and his tip sinking into her. He gained some confidence and pressed harder, only to almost immediately find resistance, her tight ring contracting sharply to expel him and succeeding as he backed off. Her eyes find and lock with his; her unwavering chocolate stare was a plea and an explicit challenge. Her face is not quite as passive as it usually is, or he is starting to be able to tell the slight nuances that have always existed. He can see an almost intangible tension there, which made her seem both fierce and vulnerable at the same time. He dragged in a steadying breath through his nose and then slowly let it out through his mouth before he nodded curtly. He repositioned himself and started to thrust, committing his hips as well as some of his weight to the endeavor, tightening his hand on her hip. He feels her brace and continued to apply pressure, wedging himself into her even as her flesh resists him. "Relax, dammit or this isn't going to work." He gritted out when they reach an impasse, her twitching, contracting ass halting his forward progress, yet unable to expel him. John grunted as his dick started to bend uncomfortably as he tried to exert more pressure. "She is prepared for this, isn't she?" he wondered as he considered backing off again, not because of apprehension or guilt, but because he believes it may be physically impossible as he strained and still made no headway. It happened so fast, he doesn't know what astonished him more, the sudden feel of her tight, hot flesh surrounding his dickhead or the sound she made when it does. It is a drawn out wail that fades to her panting heavily. It is a sound of pain and it torments him as well as fascinates him. He never meant to hurt her, but has seen her get hit in the face with a lead pipe, take a clip from a machine gun straight to the chest without a hint or sound of distress, yet... The surrender of her ass and the underestimation of how much effort he was putting into breaching had caught him off guard and he plunged into her, hard and fast for about an inch and a half before he could get control of his momentum. He had thought her snatch was tight, but her ass was like an industrial strength pneumatic vice, clutching and squeezing at his shaft, twisting and flexing in an attempt to repel his invasion, but it has the opposite affect on him. Her flesh throbbed and pulsed with life as it kneaded his and he wants to know what that will feel like on his entire length. He pulled back slightly and paused groaning at the friction from her tight ring of muscles sliding so snugly along his skin. He heard her panting slow and looks to the mirrored surface of the window, but her dark curls cover her bowed head. "Are you okay?" John asked, concerned as well as unsure about what to do. "Proceed." She commanded tersely in response, but her voice doesn't sound right, it has a tense note to it. "Cameron, I..." he started, but she cut him off. "Do it, John. Put it all the way inside me. I... I... I want... Do it, John. Do it." She instructed, her voice strained and hoarse, but finding that hard note of military command at the end. His body responded while his mind was still processing her words, his hips driving forward and his cock forging it's way through her tight flesh. Her rear channel stretches parts grudgingly, fighting his invasion and every millimeter gained is a sweet, fiery battle. Two words, two little words, part of an unfinished sentence: "I want..." They reverberate through his mind. Coming from Cameron, those two little words have the weight of thousands, hundreds of thousands. He should be questioning them more closely, but he had more... pressing concerns. Her flesh resisted, but after initially being passive, Cameron started to push back onto him as well, urging him on. Sounds drift from her, part pleasure, part discomfort and part something else. He too occasionally grunts or groans when her hot flesh clamps down on him, squeezing with almost painful force, testing his resolve as he has to power on through. His progress is slow, but steady and he finally let go of his dick to grasp her other hip and he pulled her onto his last inch, flattening his pelvis into her ass cheeks and grinding into them. The very act of breathing sent pleasure running down his length to pool in his belly and curl up his spine while setting his balls to churning as her rear channel massaged his length. He started to rock inside her; each movement took effort as her flesh clutches at him, whether to try and hold him in place or force him out he could no longer tell. The heat, pressure and friction are intense and the sensations they create are too. Cameron doesn't quite adjust to him, but it does become easier and his strokes got longer and smoother as she once again starts to undulate back into his thrusts. The pleasure takes over as they move unison, bucking and thrusting and the slap of his torso colliding with her firm ass cheeks fills the air to mingle with the rain spattering against the window and their increasingly heavy and ragged breathing. It feels different, but no less pleasurable than being in her snatch, there is more effort involved, but also somehow, somehow he cannot quantify, more reward. He can feel his excitement spiral up inside him, the tension winding tighter and tighter each time he delves into her molten, dank depths. John started to thrust harder, his hands leaving her hips and sliding up her shifting back to hook over her shoulders. Her back arched as he pulls her back onto him, changing the angle of his penetration, allowing him to go even deeper. A sharp cry escapes her lips when he does, but at the same time she grinds back into him. The air around him is cool from the storm, but he can feel sweat trickle down his back with the heat and exertion of their coupling. His thighs are starting to tremble and his but clenches as he drive forward into her tight rear. He is close, the sweet tension and the energy it holds balancing on a knife's edge. He wants the release, but fights with every fiber to hold it back. He doesn't quite know why and flashes of her in the shower dance across his consciousness. "Is that what I am waiting for?" he wonders as he gritted his teeth as a heavy surge of pleasure nearly shatters his resolve. Her breath hitched, leaving a strange gap in the rhythmic sounds they have been unconsciously making and then her head was thrashing from side to side as she made a mewling whimper. Her ass clamped down around him with unrelenting force and his cry is one of pain and release as she squeezed his climax out of him. The delight of release as he swelled and pumped his seed into her bowels soon washes away the pain. His hips continued to buck, the small of his back contracting and relaxing while his ass cheeks remained clenched. John shuddered as he poured himself into her and her tight channel flexed and twisted around him, milking him. His head was thrown back, his mouth soundlessly open as he dragged air into his heaving chest. His eyes were open, but he can't see the ceiling above him. His nerves sing and tingle with the crackle of ecstatic energy coursing through them, his heart playing a thumping drum solo on his ribs while his blood pounds hot in his ears. Tremors rack Cameron and run through her into him as he collapsed forward, resting across her back when his strength drained from him and he is barely able to stay on his feet. She is panting raggedly as he pressed his lips lightly to her shoulder. Over her shoulder he can see ten deep gauge marks on the surface of the chest she was leaning on. John looked up to again find her reflection in the window and his eyes widened at the wild, intense look he finds there. The raw emotion he can see is fleeting as her cool composure returns right before his wondering gaze, but as it was as significant as her earlier words. Lightning cracked again, close and bright, a blinding barrage of light that left stars across his vision. He straightened, shaking his head and blinking and her ass convulsed on his shrinking sex, expelling it. John stumbled back and then found the edge of her bed and dropped to it. He pulled up his sleep shorts as she straightened and turned to face him. She casually bent and retrieved her robe. "What just happened?" he asked as she slipped the robe on and lightly belted it. "We had anal sex, John. You performed well within parameters. It was... Interesting." She responded raking her hair out of her face. "Parameters? Interesting?" he asked incredulously, his voice rising. "What the hell? You said you wanted this, that means you desired it. Machines don't have desires, Cameron." He continued before she could say anything and her head titled to a questioning angle, her face remain passive. "Was this not a proper response and encouragement to get you to continue?" she queried. "No... But..." he sputtered in the face of her irrefutable logic. John ground his teeth together and then got up. "I'm going to bed. I need to get some sleep." He informed her finally getting his feet to move towards the door and not her. "Goodnight, John." She told him, her voice neutral and light as if he had not been buried to the root in her ass only minutes ago before turning to once again look out at the storm. He paused with his hand on the doorknob and looked over his shoulder at her. He had even more questions than he had answers, some of those questions being his to answer. "What was the truth? Is she playing me? What... Who is Cameron really? Is this some unfathomable Skynet stratagem? Why couldn't he stop this? Why did he still want to have sex with her? Should he tell someone? Who? How? Why did she put on the robe, she doesn't get cold?" the questions tumbled through his mind as he opened the door and left. TO BE CONTINUED?