The Gift That Keeps On Giving

TITLE: The Gift That Keeps On Giving AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 5 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 FIVE He had been doing so well. John had managed to avoid being alone with Cameron or simply ignoring her presence for the last two weeks by dint of diligence, planning and blind luck. He'd even pawned her off on Derek to do supply and maintenance runs on their alternate and safe locations and supply dumps. That had gone down a treat with the resistance fighter. John actually wondered where he was at the moment; he had left earlier without a word. But, it seemed every streak came to an end. She was after all a terminator on a mission, even if he could quite fathom the parameters and goals of it clearly. It didn't mean that she hadn't been on his mind for nearly every unoccupied moment, though. He also had the sneaking suspicion she was giving him space, which just added to his confusion. She was an enigma. He knew what she was, knew the cold, hard facts, but they just didn't sync with what he had seen and experienced of and with her. He suddenly found that he trusted her more and less at the same time. It was irritating and frustrating on a number of levels, the least of which was physical. Cameron had awakened something in him. He hadn't really considered himself in terms of being a sexual being until that first night on his sixteen the birthday. It felt like a lifetime ago when it was only a couple of months. He had not considered sex as part of his life; he was too busy dealing with his vaunted destiny and all it entailed. He wasn't a monk by any stretch of the imagination. He watched porn and jacked off on occasion and he'd even had a bit of over the clothes action in the one or two places he had managed to stay long enough to make that kind of connection, but he hadn't taken it seriously, never pushed to go further, simply because he had known it was pointless. Now, images of her plagued him, memories as vivid as the day he had made them would dance across his mind's eye, unbidden and unstoppable. The feel of her, the taste, the scent, the sounds and noises, the way he felt, all combined to tempt him and he found himself spending quality alone time with himself more and more often. But, his feelings about her were too tumultuous and uncertain without getting his teenage hormones involved. He also kept trying to consider what his future self had been thinking sending her back. "Was her behavior now part of that?" he kept wondering. He almost thought he was hallucinating as she walked past him in the kitchen while he talked to his mother on the phone. She was wearing a black polka dot brassier that accentuated and revealed her cleavage to great effect, hot pants panties, so tight they looked painted on and those damn cowboy boot and nothing else. He followed her progress with out conscious thought and watched as she lithely hopped up onto the kitchen counter and he ended the conversation with his mother with resolving the matter they were talking about. She thought there was something strange going on, but she had nothing on what was going on in their kitchen as he snapped his phone closed while his dick scraped across the cotton of his boxers as it stiffened. "Cameron, what the hell are you doing? For Christ sake, get down from there and put on some clothes." He instructed and she simply tilted her head slightly to the side, sending her dark curls cascading over one creamy shoulder as if his words puzzled her. "You've been avoiding and ignoring me." She stated in an emotionless, factual tone that somehow still felt like an accusation. "What does the one have to do with the other?" he asked, not even attempting to deny her statement. "Given our recent... interactions, it seemed to be a valid stratagem. And, it was successful, you are not ignoring me anymore." She explained and he wondered how her expressionless face could radiate smugness. John ground his teeth. "Interactions?" he thought with an angry mental snort. "I can remedy that." He said out loud and turned away, preparing to leave the kitchen and the vexing terminator behind him. "John." She called his name softly and he froze, his back was to her, but the image of her was crystal clear in his mind and he suppressed a groan. She called his name again and he slowly turned. He should have known better. He turned just in time to see the brassier slide down her arms and down to the floor and reveal her pert breasts, her nipples already hard and pointing to the heavens. He closed his eyes, but it was already too late. His dick lurched with a heavy twitch and started to pulse, the tension in his nuts an undeniable ache of arousal. "Do you want to... interact, Cameron?" he asked, straightening shoulders that had slumped as he felt his resolve start to crumble, swallowing hard to wet a throat that felt suddenly dry and scratchy. "Different locations and positions alter the sexual experience and thus the way a man and woman are together." She responded with crisp logic without answering his question. John licked his lips, flexing his hands at his side as his eyes swept across her almost nude, slightly reclining form and he fought to master his arousal. "That isn't what I asked, Cameron. Do you want to have sex?" he rephrased his question more directly. "I... I need to fulfill my mission objectives." She responded and he could see the telltale, blue glow of her true-self pulse behind her eyes for a moment. He didn't miss the slight hesitance in her reply, either. "Does fulfilling your mission objectives give you pleasure?" he queried, moving closer to her. She looked at him quizzically, her head tilting again. "I don't feel pleasure. I am a machine... I don't feel... anything." She stated as he stood in front of her, the height of the counter leaving them eye to eye. "Then what made you react the way you did in the shower and in your room?" he asked as he placed his hands on her knees and stilled her swaying legs. "Did I react incorrectly? Is that not how a woman reacts to satisfactory sexual intercourse? The information I assimilated indicated I was within acceptable parameters." she countered his question with two of her own. "No... Woman do, but only if they experience pleasure. Cameron... Acceptable parameters? Seriously? You had an orgasm... You climaxed. Machines do not climax. Do you feel good when you dance?" he asked suddenly changing tack. "I do not feel." She reiterated. "Then why do you do it?" he followed up watching as her head shifted slightly as if she were having difficulty processing his question. He slowly let his hands slide up to the middle of her thighs, lightly testing the firm flesh, even though he knew she was powered by metal and servos and stepped between her legs. Her head stilled and she looked at him impassively and did not answer. "What do you feel when I do this?" he asked, reaching out and cupping and lightly fondling her breast and rolling the hard nub of her nipple with his thumb. "I detect warmth and pressure." She responded concisely. "Is the warmth and pressure bad or good?" he continued. "It... It is just warmth and... pressure." She responded, but he felt her press slightly into his hand as he caressed her breast a little more firmly. His dick was throbbing and his skin felt hot, making his clothes feel stifling and itchy. He needed to walk away. His need for answers was quickly being overpowered by far more base desires. She felt wonderful and a faint, feminine scent of vanilla wafted off her, another quirk, she moisturized, he'd seen her do it. He started to remove his hand and suddenly found her hand gripping his wrist in a light, but immovable grip. "You don't even know why, do you?" he stated more than asked, considering the truth of his words as he looked into her large eyes staring unwaveringly back into his. "She likes dancing and I think she likes sex too, but she doesn't even know why or how and I'm asking her to explain it to me. I'm asking a machine to explain the illogical." He realized with a wry laugh at himself. "Was it simply a quirk of programming and assimilated information? And was it wrong for him to want it despite all the questions and complications? Would he still want to have sex with her if she didn't react in such a human manner? Was that what was bothering him so much? That he couldn't just treat her as a mechanical sexual tutor and evidence to the contrary, she could? That he felt something, something he couldn't quite define or quantify yet, for her and those feeling intensified when he saw her as something other than a Terminator? Why had he fought so hard and risked so much to bring her back online after she had malfunctioned after being blown up?" the questions rolled and reverberated around his mind in a buzzing cacophony without answer. "Oh Cameron, what are we doing?" He wondered with a sigh as she slid forward slightly, pressing her crotch against the bulge in the front of his jeans. "We're doing what we have to... for the mission." She replied. His question had been rhetorical, but he found her reply amusing and a little disturbing. "What we have to." He whispered. "Wasn't that what he was raised to do." He thought and surrendered, running his free hand over the smooth curve of her cheek to bury his fingers in her soft, dark hair and cupped the back of her head before pulling her into a hungry kiss. She arched back under the force of his kiss and then braced herself and then slowly straightened again as her fervor matched his, making a soft sound in her throat that he found sexy and all to human. She released his wrist as her lips parted under his and their tongues dueled in the arena of their joined mouths. Cameron's hands tugged at his t-shirt and pulled it out of the waistband of his jean and then were warm on his skin as she moved them up along his sides and ribs, lifting the tee in the process. He broke the kiss and lifted his arms to allow her to remove the t-shirt. She pulled it up and to his hands and left him to do the rest of the work while she went to work on his belt. He tossed his t-shirt and leaned forward to capture her lips for a moment, sucking at her lower one before nibbling his way down her neck and chest to find her nipple. He ran his tongue around the hard nub and then groaned against it as he drew it into his mouth when her nimble fingers found their way into his pants and her hand stroked his length through the cotton of his boxers with firm, warm pressure. Her hand was gone too soon, but she needed it to push his jeans off his hips, allowing it to slide down to his feet. He let his hands roam over her skin, enjoying it's smoothness until he found the waistband of her panties. John straightened up, sucking hard at her nipple, stretching it before letting go as he worked his fingers under the elastic and with firm tugs, urged her to lift her ass so that he could peel the tight fitting material off her hips and buttocks. John lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders as he pulled her panties up off them. She straightened her legs, the backs of her thighs warm and smooth against his as he passed her knees. Her boots became a problem and he had to tug those off first, tossing first one and then the other carelessly over his shoulder before being able to remove her last article of clothing. She settled back onto the counter, going still as he let his gaze slide down her legs and along her body to her face. The late afternoon sun slanted through a window and the nipple he had nursed on glistened wetly with his saliva. His dick throbbed against the cotton of his boxers, tenting them. He let go of her legs and stretching the waistband of his boxers pulled it free of his erection and off his hips to clear it. He grasped the base of his cock and leaned forward, bending her knees toward her chest as he guided his dickhead between her folds, finding them moist and open. He rested more of his weight on her as he found her entrance and seated himself snugly. He hovered over her, her knees almost framing her breasts, his face just above hers. Heat from her sex radiated onto his shaft as he let go of his cock and gripped the other side of the counter on either side above her head. Her spread out wealth of dark curls tickled his arms as she raised her head slightly and pressed her lips to his. John opened his mouth under the light tap of her tongue against his teeth as he shifted his head slightly. He thrust forward, while gripping the counter and pulling himself forward as well. She gasped into his mouth and he grunted as he lanced into her tight, hot slick flesh. She surrounded him with heat, pressure and friction as he filled her and her sex reluctantly stretched to accommodate him. The sensation of entering her was becoming familiar, but it was never quite the same as his butt clenched and he pulled his mouth free of hers as he arched his back and clenched his jaw at the surge of pleasure that snaked up his spine and swarmed his nerves as he pierced her molten core and ground against her as his hips continued to hump. Her hands had gripped his arm just above his elbow when he had started his thrust, her eyes half closing. She now blinked, something all in itself uncharacteristic of her, as her grip relaxed and she slid her hand up along his arms up to his shoulders and then down his back. The inside of her calf brushed against his ears as he slowly started to rock inside her with slow shallow strokes, reveling in the feel of her snug, oiled, velvet caress along his length. Her hands reached his ass and she pulled him to her, driving him that little bit harder into her. He increased the length and speed of his strokes at her none-to-subtle urging as she pushed and pulled at his ass, her nails emphasizing her desire. She moaned, groaned, gasped and panted and his noises of enjoyment and delight joined hers. He lowered his head, his lips meeting hers with crushing force for a short, intense kiss before trailing onto her neck and lower. Her sex flexed, twisted, squeezed and flooded around his thrusting shaft, clutching, caressing and massaging him as their bodies colliding again and again. The backs of her thighs were smooth as they slid against his chest, her heels occasionally pressing into his back, the edge of the counter biting into his fingers as they strained together. He closed his eyes and buried his face in her cleavage, lapping at the shadowy valley as the shockwaves of his hips slamming into her shook her firm globes against his face before going in search of one of the hard peaks of her nipples. He explored her breast with his lips, teeth and tongue until he found the rubbery tube of her nipple and suckled hungrily at it. He nipped and lapped at the hard nub even as he sucked in breath to fuel his racing heart and cool his burning lungs as his thrusts grew even faster, but once again shorter. Cameron's pants became soft little cries as he felt himself near the point of no return. He felt his balls tighten, the sweet tension in the pit of his stomach barely able to contain the pleasurable energy that sparked and surged in him. He raised his head as he heard a peculiar sound from her, something between a cry, a gasp and a grunt, to find her head thrashing from side to side, her eyes wide and glowing with her lower lip so tightly pinned behind her teeth that he was surprised not to see blood. Moments later he felt a shudder run through her, her nails digging into his ass and her heels digging into his back, urging him to continue as he stopped mid-thrust in surprise at the spectacle. "If she didn't feel, she was doing a goddamn good job of imitating it." A dry, analytical voice noted in the back of his mind. Her sex clenched around him as he drove himself forward more by instinct than her urging and then surrendered again. He humped against her as he emptied his balls into her in heavy, pulsing spurts. He heard a whimpering sound and it took him a few moments to realize it was coming from him as her channel tensed and relaxed with intense pressure against his swelling and spurting cock. Pleasure inundated him in crashing waves, flooding his nerves and washing away any trace of conscious thought. His blood sang in his ears and sweat stung his eyes as he threw back his head as his muscles locked and misfired with the electric stimulus of his climax. Her ass also rose off the counter to meet his humping hips and he could feel his legs tremble with the effort of holding himself up and driving forward. A whine bubbled from her lips and then another shudder ran though her with another wave of liquid heat around him, her body vibrating under his and then she went limp. John slumped forward moments later as he the energy of his climax ran its course and he slumped forward onto his elbows, drained. John looked down at Cameron's still form, the only sign of life the heaving rise and fall of her chest that matched his. Her face was obscured by the wild, damp tumble of her hair as she rested on her right cheek as his weight had her doubled over against the countertop as he tried to muster the strength to rise. He took a deep breath and using his arms pushed himself off her. He underestimated himself and his legs weren't as steady as he had assumed and he stumbled back, his jeans around his jeans and boxers around his ankles hindering his balance, pulling free of her with a grunt as the sudden friction stung his sensitive shaft before he could manage the feat. It also drew a gasp from her and it both horrified and fascinated him as she rolled onto her side and curled up into a fetal ball as a result. He pulled up his boxers and jeans before stepping back to the counter. He lightly brushed the hair out of her face finding her eyes closed, her features smooth and, he couldn't swear to it, but it looked lie it to him, a soft smile curving her edges of her lips before called her name softly. He received no response and called her name a littler louder and with a note of concern. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up in one smooth, swift, startling motion. He looked at her incredulously as her head turned to look at him and despite the wild disarray of her hair, the sheen of sweat and the flush of her skin she was once again every inch the machine she claimed to be. The suddenness of the transformation shocked him to the core as she hopped lightly off the counter and with silent efficiency gathered up her bra, panties and boots, she even handed him his t-shirt. "Cameron. Stop." He instructed once he had found his voice and she turned to face him, her underwear in one hand and her boots in the other. He could still see the marks his teeth had left on her breasts and remembered the moan that had drawn from her as well as the wet trickle of his seed on the inside of her thigh. "Do you know what just happened?" he asked "We had sexual intercourse." She replied succinctly and clinically. John took a deep breath. "That's right, Cameron we had sex. But, that's not all. You had an orgasm because we had sex. Do you understand what that means?" he clarified his previous question. Her nudity was distracting as he felt his cock give a half hearted lurch in an attempt to harden. She tilted her head slightly and he had the distinct impression she was processing. "It means you are gaining skills and are a proficient lover and that my mission is progressing at an acceptable rate. Well done, John." She responded and he felt his jaw go slack as he gaped at her. "No... I mean yes... That's not what I... This isn't about me... I want to... Dammit!" he sputtered as she coolly walked off the way she had come leaving him alone in the kitchen and in as much of a quandary as ever. TO BE CONTINUED??