The Gift That Keeps On Giving

TITLE: The Gift That Keeps On Giving

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 7 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 SEVEN

John shifted in his sleep, groaning, a smile twitching his lips. He was having a good dream. It didn’t have any images, just sensations, good sensations that kept him floating comfortably in the haze between deep sleep and waking. Soft smoothness sliding against his skin, leaving tingling trails of heat; warm, firm pressure around his hard cock and then slowly, smoothly sliding back and forth along his length, again and again. The pressure increased until he was throbbing against it and his skin buzzes with the pleasure of the friction of its movement.

The pressure concentrated around his base and then new heat engulfed his tip that became liquid and a ring a pressure moved down his shaft accompanied by a light wet, swirling, sliding touch. The pressure became all encompassing, a continuous, full-length caress. It felt wonder, too wonderful, and too real. John jerked awake and looked down his body. He didn’t know if he groaned out of the pleasurable sensation as she sucked harder or at the fact that he realized whom it was who was creating them. She lay stretched out against his side; her breasts warm on his torso with her legs bent away from him at the knees.

He started to sit up and reach for her, not knowing whether he wanted to make her stop or encourage her but instead he slumped back to his pillow as she took him into her throat and the pleasure made his hips undulated to thrust into its tight confines. And, so started a vicious, but thoroughly enjoyable cycle as his reaction to her sucking mouth, rippling throat and bobbing head increased the pleasure. He felt her nails press lightly into the skin of his thigh as his head pushed back into the pillow with the wonderful sensation of her lips, mouth and throat caressing his throbbing length. He sucked in a deep breath and felt his stomach tense and quiver with the intense waves of delight as she pushed him ever closer to release. “God alone knows what her justification for this is.” He thought, trying to focus on anything else, wanting to continue even more than he wanted to reach his inevitable conclusion. A weak voice still tried to protest, to tell him to stop her, that this was somehow wrong, but it was quickly drowned out by the surges of pleasure.

John managed to prop himself up on one elbow so that he could run his hand up along the silk of her back and neck to bury his fingers in the dark curls of her hair. The tactile sensation of his hand on her skin and hair was a strange distraction, but a welcome one. Her head shifted under his hand as she bobbed and drew her lips back and forth along his length and his fingers started to flex, unconsciously massaging her scalp to that same rhythm. She kept her pace slow, smooth and steady, covering his length in a divine caress of liquid heat, pressure and sizzling friction that had him breathing hard. Her lips occasionally vibrated against his skin as she made soft noises to accompany the soft, wet slurping sound of her oral ministrations.

He tensed and his hips jerked when she again held him completely buried down her throat and swallowed to ripple it around him. He grunted and then lost it, stifling a cry behind clenched teeth as his ass rose off the bed while his nuts pulled in tight and he uncontrollably humped against her lips with his hand tensed to keep her head in place as he spilled his seed in hot, heavy spurts. He felt her nails dig lightly into his thighs, but she made no effort to pull away from or resist his less than gentle treatment. Shudders ran through him, his spine arching and relaxing with the powerful waves of ecstasy that pulsed into him with his release. The electric energy of climax rushed through him and then ran its course. He dropped back onto the bed; a rush of air expelled from his lungs as the trembling tension vanished and his hand fell away from her head. His body went limp with relaxed satiation and he licked dry lips and swallowed as he panted to catch his breath.

He groaned as Cameron slid her lips back up his sensitized length, but then continued to nurse lightly at his dick head, making it twitch as overloaded nerves protested. Although her attention was at its tip, his entire length throbbed with that strange, wonderful feeling that wavered between enjoyment and discomfort. He garnered his strength and forced himself to sit up and again reach for her. This time, he swept her hair away from her face before tangling his hands in the luxurious mass and using it as a convenient handle to pull her off him. She sucked hard for a moment before he popped free of her lips. He saw the pink tip of her tongue peek out to run a slow circuit of her slightly swollen lips as she turned to look up at him and just for a moment he caught an expression on her face that was something other than the blank, cold calm she usually wore. He wasn’t sure what it was and it was so fleeting, he could almost bring himself to believe he imagined it, but he filed it away, hoping to study and decipher it later. He knew asking her about it wouldn’t particularly lead anywhere useful.

Cameron started to turn and pull away from his grasp, shifting and rolling, her intent clearly to rise from his bed and leave without so much as a word. He tightened his grip in her hair to pull her up short while calling her name. “Stay?” he requested instead of instructing and her hair tugged against his hold for a moment. He was about to simply let her go, but then she turned to face him again. Her head tilted fractionally, speculatively and then she reversed direction. She changed her orientation to him until she was lying next to him, close in the limited space afforded by his bed, her shoulder and arm touching his, her hair tickling his skin. And, as always, the warmth radiating off her and against him and the soft smoothness of her skin were a surprise and a mental mismatch to what he knew her to be. His breathing returned to normal and he was able to notice that it was barely light, but that it was growing brighter quickly.

After a few minutes of silence he rolled onto his side, propping his face on his hand to face her and, out of sheer, morbid curiosity, asked why she had done what she just had, anyway. She turned her head to look at him. “You had an erection. It seemed the most expedient way to deal with it.” She replied in that all-too-reasonable tone of hers. John sighed, but couldn’t stop himself. “What made you feel you needed to ‘deal’ with it or did you want to ‘deal’ with it?” he enquired. She blinked, her long lashes drawing down the curtains of her eyelids over her large, chocolate eyes for a moment. He found himself mimicking the gesture unconsciously. He bit back an inappropriate smile as he realized he seemed to have found a chink in that infallible logic of hers. “Neither.” She responded without any further explanation, turning her head to once more look up at the ceiling.

He wanted to continue pushing for an answer, but he had that feeling that he was just at the precipice of another one of those frustrating loops he often fell into with her, so he just took her hesitation as his victory. Silence settled over them and he didn’t find it uncomfortable as he let his gaze slowly wander down her naked form. He had seen her torn to shreds by bullets and shrapnel, but looking over her now he couldn’t find a single blemish or scar along her smooth, feminine curves. He worried at his lower lip for a moment and then reached over to rest his hand on her flat, firm belly. Her skin was warm, sumptuously smooth and pressed into his hand with the rhythm of her breathing. “You don’t need to breath, so why do you?” he asked curiously also remembering how her breathing had reacted and changed on the occasions when they’d had sex.

“It’s the human thing to do.” She replied as his let his fingers flex, slowly caressing and lightly testing the well-defined musculature of her abdomen. “Do you like acting human?” he asked, letting his fingertips skirt the edge of the dark, little triangle of curly pubes that pointed down between her thighs. “It is what I am programmed to do. It is one of the primary objectives of my model. To be as human as possible to best…” She responded and then trailed off and he got the distinct impression she was censoring herself. He filed her reaction away for later consideration. “And, I… The future me, added to that programming for this secondary mission of yours?” he probed. “Yes.” She answered with her usual, unhelpful succinctness.

He frowned as an odd, random thought skittered across his mind as he momentarily pondered the possible chicken-and-egg dilemma his current situation with Cameron could be. “Were they doing, what they were doing because of what his future self had done or had his future self done it because of what he experienced with her now?” he pondered and then shook his head slightly. Time travel was a real bitch to live with and let it go as just too confusing and disconcerting. His fingers blindly wondered through her silky, tickling pubes and he felt her twitch slightly.

“How many of your particular model are there?” he wondered as her words made him realize she wasn’t as unique as he thought she was. “At the time I travel back to your time, ninety-nine operational units were under Skynets control.” She responded. “So, you were unit one hundred.” He stated, not missing the distinction she’d made. He watched a strange, cute little smile twitch her lips for a fraction of a moment. “Both, correct and incorrect. There were one hundred of my model, but I was the first, not the last, designation T900 F.I.N.E.001.” She explained. “Fine? Really?” he mused, wondering if Skynet had either a sense of humor or irony as he looked at her feminine perfection. “Female Infiltration Nanotech Endo-skeleton.” She elaborated and he simply nodded, keeping his thoughts to himself

He wasn’t sure where he was going with this, but his curiosity was piqued. “How… How were you captured by the resistance?” he asked, encouraged by the depth of her answer and the information she had volunteered. Her head turned incrementally back and forth, her eyes closed for a full minute while the rest of her went perfectly still under his hand. She then exhaled heavily, almost a sigh before her eyes opened again and her belly again rose and fell against his palm. “I have the data, but I do not have access to that information.” She told him and he saw the slightest hints of perplexed furrows on her usually smooth forehead while something akin to displeasure twisted her lips at the discovery. Her reaction seemed very human and he again keenly felt that disconnect between what she was and how he perceived her. He also found he didn’t like the expression of discomfort on her face.

“Do you like feeling human?” he asked with quiet sincerity. If, he hadn’t known her for what she was, he might have thought she hadn’t heard him, but he simply thought she wasn’t going to answer as the silence drew out and grew heavy. “Sometimes… Yes and… Sometimes no.” she finally admitted in a voice that was as soft as his and somehow, he wasn’t sure how, wistful. He had expected a denial or rhetoric about feeling and he was pleasantly surprised by the honesty of her answer. “You are truly exceeding your programming, Cameron.” He complimented her and that strange little smile quirked her soft lips again. “I am designed to learn and better myself.” she stated and this time he smiled at the hint of unexpected smugness that colored her tone.

John slowly licked his lips. “If… If I do this?” he asked, slowly letting his fingers slide over the hood of her clit and down amongst her folds. He found them hot, slippery and moist as he stroked his fingers up and down her slit, caressing and exploring her with firm pressure. “Would this count as a yes-time?” he continued, grinding the heel of his palm against the pebble of her exposed clit as he delved two of his fingers into her and sawed them slowly back and forth. He felt Cameron tremble as she spread her legs and her hips slowly undulated to press into his hand with a soft sigh. It wasn’t very nice of him, but he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He noted as her eyelids fluttered and he caught a pulsed glimpse of blue light in her pupils.

The light pulsed faster and then vanished. “This… This serves no purpose.” She admonished him suddenly, her hand reaching to still his. “Don’t.” he said sharply, stalling her hand. “Spending the night in my bed didn’t serve any purpose either. Think of this as another one of those man / women things you don’t know about. And… And, a way for me to become better acquainted with the female… physiology.” He pointed out. He knew his argument was thin, but he had come to the conclusion that with Cameron and sex, thin was more than enough. He flicked his eyes back and forth between her frozen hand and her face as he shifted closer to her. Her reaction to his intimate exploration had renewed his erection and it brushed lightly against the outside of her thigh as his face hovered over hers and her hand dropped back to the bed.

She opened her mouth to say something, but he silenced her with the simple expedience of pressing his lips to hers. He kept the kiss hard and insistent until she started kissing him back and then relaxed and let her share it, their head tilting and twisting as their lips slid and suck at each other. He let his tongue tangle with hers in a slow, sinuous tango, tasting just a hint of him, until she probed back, battling his tongue back over the ramparts of their teeth. He felt a flush of satisfaction as well as arousal as her breathing picked up. He pulled back slightly and sucked and then nipped at her lower lip before trailing his lips away from hers.

He felt a fresh, hot flush of cream around his thrusting fingers as he changed the position of his hand and her flesh squeezed at his digits when his thumb found and stimulated her clit. He dipped his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat and swirled it around, sampling the flavor of her skin. There was a surprising hint of cherry. Her hips undulated slowly, rocking to thrust against his hand and the movement also rubbed her thigh against his now raging hard on in a reciprocal caress. He kissed his way to the slope of her breast and then used his tongue to draw a slow, decreasing spiral around and towards the turgid peak of her nipple. Reaching his destination he flicked and rolled the stiff little tube of flesh with his tongue before sucking it and some of her breast into his mouth and nursing at it while continuing to lave the little nub.

John felt Cameron’s hand slide up his back and neck before her fingers burrowed into his hair. Her fingers flexed rhythmically to massage his scalp as her sucked and lightly nipped at her breast while his fingers continued to plunge in and out of her and his thumb diddled her clit. He was a little surprised and proud at his ability to remain co-ordinated as his own arousal had him humping her thigh. She made wonderful little noises that could not be misconstrued as anything other than pleasure and he felt waves of tremors vibrate her against his hand and lips.

He’d read something somewhere, but he couldn’t remember where and curled his fingers inside her to stroke them back and forth inside her. His eyes flicked up to her eyes at the sound of her gasp as her hips bucked and her back arched into a taut bow. He felt her snug, slick flesh ripple around his fingers as she slowly settled back down onto the bed by slow degrees. He repeated the maneuver and her gasp was louder, the tension lasting longer and the ripples more pronounced. He found that he loved the way he could make her respond and felt a sense of pride and satisfaction while he started to wonder how much her ‘lessons’ had to do with his proficiency. Her hand left his head and he leant further over to capture her other nipple, feeling the one he’d left slide and poke, hard, but slippery-wet with his saliva, against his skin. His dick throbbed, twitched and with a lurch drooled on her thigh where it was trapped between it and his tense abdomen.

John repeated the movement with his fingers in quick succession and sucked hard at the same time. He lifted and turned his head in surprise at the sound she made, a soft whimper, pulling, twisting and stretching her taut nipple as her back arched and her sex locked around his fingers while her thighs snapped closed, effectively and almost painfully immobilizing his hand. She shuddered and he felt a blast of liquid heat around his trapped digits. Her straight white teeth bit into her lower lips so hard he was surprised she didn’t draw blood and her eyes were wide and a blue glow flared to make her brown pupils invisible with its intensity. Her expression was something he could classify as strained. Cameron stayed poised like that with a few quivers for several moments, her sex pulsing and squeezing around his fingers while her nursed lightly at her breast, trying to sooth the nipple he had unintentionally abused and then with a soft sigh she relaxed completely and went limp.

She twitched when his thumb lightly brushed her clit as he withdrew his fingers. He kissed her breast one last time before finally lifting his head. “Wow! You just had an orgasm, didn’t you?” he noted licking his lips, fully aware of his own aroused need, the tightness in his balls and the aching hardness of his erection. “You fulfilled a specific set of parameters and I responded appropriately.” She answered, her features once again smooth and calm, her brown eyes staring into his as she propped herself up to turn and look at him. Her shift also moved her thigh away from his pulsing erection. “You responded appropriate? Really?” He chuckled rhetorically, deciding to be amused rather than agitated by the cool, dismissal her answer made of his efforts.

“I guess your enjoyment was appropriate, given the circumstances.” He stated and then smiled, as she made no answer to refute his statement. Her head tilted and her feature arranged them selves in a set of disapproval. “You have another erection.” She accused in the same tone his mother might have used had he left the milk out and it had soured. He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment. “Do you want to deal with this one too?” he asked with an answering tilt of his head.

TO BE CONTINUED