The Gift That Keeps On Giving

TITLE: The Gift That Keeps On Giving

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 8 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 EIGHT

He had just pleasured Cameron, who was a killing machine from the future who could (and had) flipped from being his protector to trying to kill him and then he had more or less invited her to do something about the resulting erection he’d gotten. So, it was official, he was insane, but what did it matter in this case, his world was based on being presented with the insane and dealing with it. John thought Cameron was reaching for his manhood, but instead she reached across him and grabbing his ass she pulled him onto her and between her legs. The covers felt rough against his throbbing erection compared to the satin of her thigh. He started to lower his lips to hers and shift forward to drive himself into the welcoming heat he felt radiating from her when she surprised him again.

With, strength, speed and agility that made a lie of the petite teenaged girl she appeared to be and reminded him, in an oddly arousing way, what she really was. When he could gather his wits she had not only reversed their position, she was straddling his hips, the hot, slick folds of her sex resting on the base of his cock. John groaned in delight as she slowly rocked her hips, sliding her velvet lubrication along his length with tingling friction and pressure. Her hair shifted around her face as a soft, dark curtain in a counterpoint mimickery of her hips and his eyes followed the hard little points of her nipples as they moved toward him and then away while her perky breasts swayed just ever so slightly.

His dick twitched against the hot, slippery caress of her swollen folds and he clenched his ass and gritted his teeth to control the tightening in his balls and the sudden, growing urge to simply cum. Her face remained perfectly calm, but her eyes held his with an intense scrutiny that was frightening and at the same time strangely intimate. John had just begun to buck and undulate his hips to add to the pressure and friction when she rose up, abruptly taking it away and without taking her eyes from his, positioned his cock and impaled herself on it. He tried to bite back the cry that rippled up his throat, but was only partially successful as the sudden and intense sensation of her snug sex enveloping him in liquid heat and molten friction made his back arch and his head press back hard into his pillow.

She slightly rocked and slowly rolled her hips after she settled on his crotch, her tight channel having drawn a trail of deliciously electric friction down his entire length. “Did I see her eyes widen? Was that shiver hers or mine?” he wondered wildly, the thoughts muddled and intertwined with the surges of pleasure that jolted into him as she rocked and rolled her hips with more purpose to stir her molten, pulsing core with his throbbing manhood. His eyes closed to slits and he breathed hard through his nose, his jaw clenched shut as he rode out his reaction to the delightful stimulation, but eventually he had to reach for her hips to still them. Yet, he still had to flex his fingers and squeeze, hard, for her to comply. “Was that annoyance that just flickered across her features?” he wondered as he regained a measure of control and he relaxed his grip.

Cameron’s hair fell across one shoulder in a cascade of dark waves as she tilted her head to the side as if trying to decipher what he wanted and then she had her hand on his chest, finger splayed wide before she was slowly rising and falling along his length. Her strokes started off short and shallow, just barely moving him inside her, but by slow degrees they grew longer. Her pace never varied in the least, remaining slow, steady and intimate like the breathing of a sleeper. John licked his lips and swallowed to wet his throat as he kept his breathing measured and his muscles under as much control as he could muster. That control allowed him to match her pace in delicious counterpoint, more an undulation than thrusts, grinding him up into her when they met.

He was gratified to see her react to those meetings. The slight flutter of her eyelids; a quick flare of her nostrils; teeth exposed and lightly pressing into her lower lip, a sharp inhalation of a breath she didn’t need or the tip of her tongue just peeking out made him believe she was not as unaffected as she tried to appear. He felt the urge to shout at her, tell her to pick one: Play the human or be the machine, but thoughts were hard enough, the ability to convert them to words were, at that moment, beyond him. The best he could do was communicate his responses to her rising and falling sex was with grunts, groans, moans and other noises of pleasure.

Cameron’s reactions were minute, but significant to his growing catalogue of intriguing occurrences that made her seem more than what she was. His study of her also had another effect, it was just enough of a distraction to keep his desire from overwhelming him and allowed him to enjoy the wonderful sensation of her riding him. He ran his hands up and down the tops of her flexing thighs; alternating between letting his palms slide along her silky smooth skin and flexing his fingers to squeezing and testing her firm flesh. She made soft, little, breathy sounds as she rose and fell on him, her sex a greased, velvet glove that massaged him from tip to base. He found himself mesmerized by her graceful beauty.

Still, once her strokes reached full length and they synced in near-perfect harmony. He could feel his balls start to roil and his taut belly quiver with the electric charges that arched into them. Their mutual, slow pace; different from what they had done before and was wonderfully enjoyable, but it was only prolong the inevitable. John continued as long as he could, longer than he thought he could and then used his grip to pull himself up into a sitting position to capture her lips as holding back his imminent eruption started to skip across the border between pleasure and pain. He kept his eyes focused and open to catch her reaction and was surprised to see her eyes go wide and then soften before fluttering closed with a soft feminine sound against his lips as he clutched her to him, wrapping his arms around her. Her breasts flattened against his chest, the hard points of her nipples pressing into his skin and dragging along it as she continued to move. Her sex flexed and twisted around him as their tongues tangled and fenced.

Her arms were around him too, but where he just desperately clung to her, her dexterous fingers kneaded and massaged the muscles of his back and shoulders, adding a whole new dimension of tactile pleasure. He dragged his lips from hers to suck in heavy draughts of much-needed air to cool his burning lungs and fuel his hammering heart as they writhed together. He shivers as she licked, nipped and then sucked at the side of his neck. The shiver became a series of tremors and then a continuous shudder as his hips bucked hard. John threw his head back with a strangled cry, his body tensing to a taut vibrating bow as he desperately and uncontrollably tried to get even deeper into her as his climax overwhelmed him.

Her arms were an unyielding support at his back as she ground against him and he cried out again at the powerful surge of pleasure that dissolved his world into a million tiny pieces to be swept away in a flood of sensation that inundated every nerve and every pore with bliss. Her sex clamped down in a sharp, squeezing spasm before rippling around his length to milk him. He spurted into her, emptying his balls, hips jerking and twitching as muscles misfired. Each pulse sent new ripples of pleasure cascading along his nerves and singing through his blood until they overlapped and overloaded his senses.

He lost some time, he didn’t know how much, but when normal sight and sound returned he found her hand cradling his head to her breasts while the other stroked soothingly up and down his back. He was limp, relaxed, satiated and energized at the same time. He pressed his lips lightly to her skin, surprised to taste the salt of sweat, before sucking in a shuddering breath. The scent of sex was so strong around them that he could almost taste it. He took control of his body once more and she let her hands fall away. He was still inside her, shrinking slowly, surrounded by slick, liquid heat and having to fight her clutching sex as he retreated. He groaned a soft, drawn out groan as the friction sparked to make already over-stimulated nerves protest. He met her eyes for a moment, finding them cool and unaffected, the machine mask once again firmly in place. He remembered the kiss they’d shared before he came, the way she had reacted and then with a slight shake of his head and a snort, let himself drop back to the bed.

Cameron did that thing with her head again and he didn’t know whether she was questioning his reaction of calculating hers. Before, he could ask, she turned her head sharply toward the window. John grunted as she sudden rose off him and all but jumped off the bed to snatch up her clothes. “Your mother and Derek are almost home.” She informed him by way of explanation as she dressed with swift efficiency. “You should shower while I strip and change your bed.” She suggested. “How could you? Never mind.” he started to ask and then remembered whom or what he was dealing with. He hated when she did that, making a suggestion without giving him the slightest impression that he had a choice.

It reminded him of his mother, made him want to be obstinate and contrary just because. He knew she was right, a blind man could sense sex had been had on his bed, it reeked of it and on further inspection, there were stains too. His mother might not come to the true conclusion of whom that sex had been with, but the hassle was more than he wanted to deal with. He had enough lies in his life to have to make up an imaginary lover, girlfriend, sex partner, fuck buddy, whatever… Cameron was more than complication enough.

He sighed and bit back the retort that hover on his lips and just did as she proposed. The water felt good as it cascaded onto his head and down his back. He turned his face up into the spray for a moment and then dropped his head to let the spray beat down across his shoulders. The questions and doubts returned even as steam swirled around him and the hot water soaked the last of the tension out of his muscles. “What the fuck was he doing? His judgment when it came to Cameron had always been… Flawed.” He admitted to himself after having to search for the right word. She unnerved him. The other T900s he had encountered, despite their human façade, looked the part, big, muscular and capable of violence, but Cameron… It was just so damn easy to forget and then there was the way she behaved, especially toward him. Was it her design, her programming or was she learning, evolving into something that was neither machine nor human? She made his head spin and what worried him was that he didn’t find it all that unpleasant.

He’d only been reacting to her so far, but now he had started something the night before by asking her to stay in his bed and had continued it his morning. This wasn’t a mission or practice or any of the rationalizations they’d used before. His own words had been a lie, a pretense to do what he wanted. “Could she be that human or was he as calculating as a machine?” he wondered. John shook his head angrily sending water flying every which way and just barely stopped himself from driving his fist into the tiled wall. His eyes fell on the webs of fine cracks that already radiated out from two distinct points. He remembered the night she’d made those and his dick twitched with the vivid memory. He was surprised that no one had mentioned the damage, even in passing.

What I wanted… What I still want.” He admitted, making no pretenses with himself. He had liked having Cameron in his bed. He hadn’t slept like that in ages and an annoying little voice chimed in that having her wake him the way she had hadn’t sucked either. Another voice chuckled nastily at the choice of words. She was programmed to do what he told her too, up to a point, was it still necessary to keep up the charade of her “mission” or could he just tell her when and what he wanted? He wondered. “Is that what I want or is part of the attraction that she seems to want it too?” he quietly asked the steamy air, needing to hear the words out loud hoping to circumvent the snide voice in the back of his mind that should tell him she was just a machine and it shouldn’t matter. Lost in his thoughts, he jumped slightly when there was a knock on the bathroom door and his mother announced that she was home.

John acknowledged her and shouted back that he would be right out. He took a deep breath, held his face up to the spray once more before slicking the water out of his face and hair and then showered. He luxuriated in the heat of the shower for a few minutes more and then shut off the water. He stepped out and dried off before wrapping his towel around his waist. John entered his room to find the bed too precisely made and he immediately slightly loosened the perfect hospital corners and ruffled the covers. He sighed as he noticed that she’d actually laid his clothes out for him. John knew it had been her, because like the bed, the clothes were just too perfectly folded. “Goddammit!” he growled under his breath. “Now she’s trying to be my mother too.” He thought with distasteful malice as that facet of her jarred with his thoughts of her in the shower. He grabbed his boxers angrily and frowned. They were warm, she’d ironed them and he shook his head at the idea of such domesticity and the further image of Cameron it invoked.

TO BE CONTINUED