The Gift That Keeps On Giving

TITLE: The Gift That Keeps On Giving

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 6 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 SIX

John blinked and pinched the bridge of his nose as he stared at the laptop in front of him. He knew he should take a break, the information on the screen was starting to blur together, but he felt that he was so close to uncovering the information he was looking for. Yet, at the same time it had stayed just out of reach for hours now. He realized exactly how engrossed he had been when he hardly reacted to the hands that suddenly rested on his shoulders or felt any concern that he had let her sneak up on him. He could smell the faint scent of vanilla body lotion wafting off her and for the umpteenth time wondered why she now used the stuff. It wasn’t that it was unpleasant, it just seemed unnatural for her, but that seemed the least of it.

He closed his eyes as Cameron started to expertly massage the tense knots out of his shoulders. “You’re tense.” She noted unnecessarily and he grunted in response. What was necessary or unnecessary seemed to be a moot point with the Terminator of late. “It’s late. You should go to bed.” She suggested her voice lacking its usual tone of instruction as her thumbs kneaded the back of his neck soothing the tight muscles. He wanted to tell her to leave. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with her, but her hands felt really good as they manipulated his muscles with the perfect amount of pressure to loosen them by gentle, slow degrees.

“What do you want?” he asked in resignation, suspicious of her tone. “What’s best for you, of course. For you to go to bed.” She told him and he snorted at the innocence and sincerity of her answer. Her hands left his shoulders and he swiveled his chair around and froze. “Dammit, Cameron.” He groaned as he found her naked, feet surrounded by the silk, flower print slip dress she had been wearing without anything else it seemed. She gave him a quizzical look, her head titling in question at his reaction. He knew she would be able to detect the inconsistency between his words and tone and his body’s reaction, which had his pants suddenly feeling a size too small. He took a deep breath that did little to stem the rapid growth of his erection, but it did steady his voice. “Get dressed.” He instructed her with the result that her eyebrow rose in further question.

It had been weeks since the kitchen and although he had found her occasionally and unnervingly staring at him from time to time, things had seemed to go back to normal, all things being relative. He had begun to hope that she had completed the secondary mission of educating him about being with a woman and that the strange behavior that had accompanied it had run its course. Not, of course, that he didn’t think about or dream about the things they had done, the pleasure she had given him or that he had taken from her. It was hard not to, but often as not as enjoyable as those vivid, visceral memories were, they more often than not left him feeling confused and, at worst, guilty.

“Sex is a good way to relieve tension and stress. It releases endorphins and other useful hormones.” She stated with cool confidence as she ignored his instruction and instead stepped out of the puddle of flower print silk and straddling his thighs settled onto his lap. He flexed his fingers into fists, not sure if he reached for her whether he would pull her closer or try to push her away. “We… We can’t do this. This isn’t part of your mission. There is no lesson here.” John rationalized, attempting to defuse the situation before his willpower failed him. Heat radiated off her and the scent of vanilla increased, slowly being accented with a spicier scent he had also become familiar with. His dick throbbed, now fully erect and straining against his boxers and cargo pants and pressing against the trim, curved plains of her belly.

“Practice increases proficiency and giving you practice and stress relief at the same time is an efficient use of time and resources.” She countered evenly, almost lecturing and he groaned as she shifted on his lap, grinding against him. Her words and tone just further illustrated the disparity between the woman she looked and occasionally acted like and the killing machine he knew she was. “Do you want to have sex?” He asked her outright as he forced his hands to relax as his fingernails were digging into the skin of his palms. He forced his eyes to remain on her face even though they wanted to stray down to her pert breasts and the hard little peaks that topped them and caught a faint blue glow behind her eyes, as she seemed to process his question. The glow pulsed. “I don’t want anything.” She answered after a moment. “You don’t want to complete your missions?” he asked, pushing the issue.

“I am programmed to complete my missions. They are what I was built for. It has nothing to do with desire, it is my purpose.” She countered calmly. “Who said anything about desires?” he noted even as he tried to suppress his own as his erection throbbed and twitched in his pants. “Your level of stress is increasing.” She noted critically as if he hadn’t said anything and he nearly laughed with the frustration he felt on so many levels. “Do you like this mission?” he enquired, trying yet another tack. “It is my mission. I must complete it.” She replied without actually giving him a useful answer. His frustration was getting the better of him, as was his need with her nubile, naked body pressed against his.
“Get off.” He growled wearily and grasping her waist pushed her off his lap. She passively stood in front of him as he let his hands drop away from her to hang at his sides. They remained like that, silent and unmoving until she tilted her head in that annoyingly disconcerting way that spoke of both question and consideration before she turned and with silent, lithe, grace walked over to his bed, sat on its edge, leaned back on the props of her hands thrust out behind her and slowly spread her legs.

His eyes had followed her. “Why am I trying to understand this crazy machine?” he asked himself. She offered him something he couldn’t otherwise have and according to her, he had been the one to program her to give it to him. Why was he questioning it? It was a convenient enough arrangement. There was no down side, unless his mother or Derrick ever found out… But, the way she acted when they did it… It just made it too easy to forget what she really was. He looked at her, but kept his eyes firmly fixed on her calmly, infuriating, patient face. “Is that what’s bothering me?” he wondered. Did he need to know her motivations, the mechanism that governed her reactions in this particular situation, to be sure it was just programming because he wanted her to be more… More than just a machine, to know that she could be more? Was this why he kept letting her entice him into these ‘Mission Objectives’ or was he just a horny teenage boy with the misfortune of a conscience?

John rose off his chair and stripped off his t-shirt. His dick throbbed and ached in the confines of his shorts and pants. “Why… Why are you doing this?” he asked plaintively, feeling his chest heave as he sucked in a heavy breath. “Because, it is my purpose, part of my design.” She replied with easy, whole-hearted sincerity and believability. He wished he could just trust in that believability, but he knew she could as easily tell him that day was night in the same tone. If he believed in God he would have asked for his or her help, but as willing as his spirit was, his flesh was weak as he stepped forward and between her spread knees.

She sat up and her hands quickly and deftly unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and pulled down his zipper. Without, the containment of his trousers, his dick all but sprang forward, straining against the less restrictive cotton of his boxers. She deftly pulled back the waistband of his boxers and then pulled both it and his trousers down to his knees. The air felt soothingly cool against his shaft and balls, but only for a moment until her warm hand firmly wrapped around his base. John drew in a sharp breath through his nose with his ass clenching as she firmly stroked his length from stem to stern and then back again. “Relax.” She instructed softly, the breath of the word hot on the head of his dick, her eyes staring up into his. “Not likely.” he muttered under his breath and the groaned when her warm, wet mouth engulfed him.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his short nails digging into his palms as Cameron slowly devoured him, drawing him first, into her mouth, her tongue swirling and caressing his skin before easing him into the tight confines of her slowly rippling throat. John fought to keep his breathing even and control the sudden tension in his balls and the fierce need for release that came with it. “Why don’t I just let go?” he asked himself. If he did it would be done with. His stress would be relieved and he could simply state human weakness as the excuse to get her to leave. But, still, he held on, regaining control of his body. She began to raise and lower her head and the jolt of pleasure from the friction made his breath catch and the battle started all over again. His fingers unclenched and his hands shook slightly as they hovered over her dark head for a moment before he let his fingers wind into her silky curls.

Her head stilled as he flexed his fingers along her scalp as she surrendered control to him and let him set the pace. His thighs trembled and he barely avoided flinching when she lightly grasped their backs while his hips started to slowly buck to drive himself into her wonderful mouth and throat as he drew her head toward him. He focused on his breathing to find an anchor amidst the maelstrom of pleasure; to strike a balance between control and the enjoyment and excitement he felt as he slid his cock in and out through the sweet suction of her lips. He continued for as long as he could, groans and soft grunts issuing from between his clenched teeth until he felt his control start to falter and then pulled her face off him with a soft, wet pop. Cameron looked up at him and he looked down at her, his cock twitched, glistening wetly in front of her face and still connected to her lips by a string of spittle.

He caught a glimpse of faint, slowly pulsing blue light underlying the large chocolate orbs of her eyes as they stared at each other for a moment. “Tell me you want this. Tell me that you feel something when we do this.” He whispered hoarsely. “I want this. I feel something.” She said without emotion or any more intonation to indicate that they were anything more than words. The frustration bubbled up inside him again and a growl rumbled in his throat as he put his hand on her shoulder and shoved. She fell back onto the bed, the bedsprings squeaking as she bounced slightly, her hair a wild, dark halo shifting around her oval face. “Dammit.” He muttered under his breath. If he had any kind of resolve he would simply pull up his boxers and pants, turn around and just walk out the door, but lying, naked on his bed with her sculptured form cast in plains and pools of light and shadow, she was a thing of beauty.

Cameron called to his need in a way that he could not deny or resist. He had felt it the first time he had seen her, before he knew what she was and it had continued even after he did. He knew that this was what scared and worried him. He knew exactly what she was and yet he was held helpless in the grip of her allure and his own human frailty. “Was this mission of hers a sham? Did it really matter? He was the one going along with it, wasn’t he?” he asked himself as she continued to look up at him, her eyes an unwavering challenge. He bent his knees and guided himself between her thighs before lowering himself on top of her. He felt heat radiating from her before he felt the slick, silken caress of her folds on his dickhead. He hovered above her, his hands pressing into the bed as he supported his weight before thrusting forward.

John hissed as slick, moist heat and delicious velvet pressure surrounded him and drew a wonderful trail of friction along his length. Cameron undulated slowly against him as he pressed firmly against her, completely buried inside her molten, pulsing core. The smooth silky skin of the insides of her thigh brushed against his hips as she wrapped her legs lightly around him. He drew back and then thrust forward again, exhaling sharply as he did, the shockwave of his collision with her making her breasts quiver and expelling her breath in an audible puff and soft moan. “She doesn’t even need to breath.” A treacherous voice noted in the back of his mind. He did it again and again and again, keeping his strokes steady and powerful, his breathing measured and even. He processed the wonderful jolt of pleasure that accompanied each thrust and withdrawal, allowed it to wash through him, but not overwhelm his control.

He watched her every reaction; the way her breathing changed, the way her eyes either narrowed or widened; when she bit her lip or licked them her back arched or the way her fingers occasionally clutched at the covers under her. Sweat lightly beaded her flushed skin, her nipples just brushing his chest as she drew in a breath before dropping away when she exhaled. The way her taut belly quivered against his as they slid along each other and the soft sounds she made. All these were all such very human reactions to a very human act. As, he understood it; there were actual women who were less responsive to sex than Cameron appeared to be.

Programming, mimicry, whatever it was, her reactions were human, so why couldn’t he just accept it. He’s older self must have unless her whole story was fabricated, but then why send a terminator to protect him in this guise? One of the bigger, bulkier, more powerful T900s would have been better suited to the task if that were all there was to it. The thoughts flashed across his mind as he plowed into her again and again, the tension was mounting in his balls as her legs tensed and relaxed in unison with his driving thrusts. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deeper breath before he straightened up.

John reached behind him and captured her calves, the muscles shifting under his fingers. He unlocked her ankles and drew her legs forward and up to drape them over his shoulder. He leaned forward again, the bed creaking as he rested his weight on her, bending her knees toward her chest, his face directly over hers. Her eyes were wide, but widened even a bit further as he drove down into her at a new angle. He captured and sucked at her full lower lip before tilting his head to kiss her deeply, hungrily. Their lips slid sensuously together as their tongues fenced and then tangled. Her eyes finally fluttered closed, hiding her unwavering stare and making the illusion complete. Their bodies met with a wet slap again and again, accompanied by the soft squeak of the bedsprings, and when his lips moved from hers to the column of her neck, their soft groans, moans sighs and gasps.

His eyes were closed now and nothing else mattered. The sight, smell and feel of her were the entirety of his world and he luxuriated in it. One moment he was in control his strokes steady and even and then his hips were going into overdrive as he jack hammered into her. He was grunting, his lips no longer on her skin as his gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw. Her cries also grew louder along with the protesting squeak of his bed. Her strong fingers bit into his ass, flexing to urge him on. He would have been grateful that neither his mother nor Derrick would be home until later the following day, had been able to form a coherent thought because the noise would have surely attracted their attention if they had been home.

John’s lungs burned in his chest as he sucked in air to fuel his straining muscles while his heart hammered at his ribs. Sweat trickled down his back in tickling rivulets, his arms, thighs and calves trembled with strain as the energy in his loins roiled and compressed in on itself. Lightning strikes of delight arched out to play havoc across his nerves as he panted and groaned. His balls ached and throbbed with the build and pent up tension, skipping back and forth over the line between pleasure and pain. He managed to deliver one more powerful thrust before it all became too much and his hips humped and ground against her as his spine became a taut bow and he erupted inside her with a growl that graduated into a rumbling roar. Her channels squeezed and rippled around him, milking his seed from him as he expanded against the tight grip to expel his seed into her.

Cameron’s back arched off the bed, mashing her even tighter against him and he felt a fresh flood of liquid heat surround him. He could have sworn he heard her say his name in a strained whimper before she let out a stifled, stuttered cry, but he couldn’t be sure as his sense were dulled to the outside world as the bliss of his orgasm overwhelmed them with stimulus from within. Electric ecstasy coursed through him, making his muscles twitch as they tensed and relaxed in quick successive surges. Energy zipped and snaked through his system, making his skin tingle, every part of him alive and powerful as he emptied himself into her.

His climax ran its course and one moment he was all-powerful, the king of the universe and then he could hardly stand. Her legs dropped from his shoulders, spread to either side of him as he collapsed limply on top of her. It took him a moment to find the coherent ability to draw breath and he found joy in his relaxed satiation at the simple pleasure of cool air filling his lungs. Her nipples pressed into his chest, surrounded by the softer pillows of her breasts that were flattened by his weight. Her scent, mixed with sex and sweat filled his nostrils as he breathed it off her skin. He caught his breath and with a groan rolled off her, pulling his semi-erect cock out of her at the same time. He lay next to her, his shoulder pressed to hers with barely enough room for them both on the single bed.

“Your tension is…” Cameron started, but he told her to be quite before she could finish. A few moments passed and then she started to rise, but he reached across her and stopped her. “Don’t go.” He instructed staring up at the ceiling and she settled back. “What the hell. If I’m going to sleep with her, I might as well actually sleep with her.” he thought as he turned his head to look at her calmly staring at the ceiling much the way he had been. She turned her head to look at him when he said: “Come Here. “I am here.” She stated, her head shifting back and forth as she tried to process his request. John chuckled at his own absurdity, but wormed his hand under her neck until he could reach her far shoulder and then shifting closer to the middle of the bed, pulled her toward him.

She finally grasped his intent and shifted onto her side. He pulled her closer so that she was snug against his side, her head resting on his shoulder, her hair tickling him when she shifted and her arm draped across his midriff. He shifted her leg across and between his, his cock twitching as it brushed against her skin. His arm ended up down the length of her back and he slid his hand up across the small of her back to rest it on the curve of her hip in a light embrace. Cameron co-operated without resistance, letting him position her as he pleased, but he could feel a stiff tension in her spoke of unvoiced perplexion. The weather was hot and the breeze wafting in through his window barely dried the sweat on his skin. She was warm and comfortable against his side and he tightened his embrace slightly. She was right about one thing though, he was completely relaxed, the tension gone from his shoulders, washed away by the energy of his climax.

He took her hand and placed it over his heart and looking down he saw an actual frown on her brow. “More and more human. A mystery folded into an enigma wrapped in a nearly indestructible cyborg shell.” He thought, drawing in a heavy breath watching her hand rise with his chest. He almost expected her to ask him what they were doing, but the silence stretched out and his eyelids grew heavy. He reached over and turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. “I should leave, it would not do for us to be discovered… like this.” She suggested, her voice soft and disembodied in the dark. “No, not tonight.” he responded softly, but with command in his voice. “Think of it as a part of your mission that your avid research and programming might have neglected. This… What we are doing now is also a way that a man and a woman can be together.” He explained not in the least sure she would truly be able to understand his meaning before he surrendered to sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED?