Happy Birthday

TITLE: Happy Birthday

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles

SHIP: John / Cameron

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Smut

SPOILERS: Season One

UNIVERSE: John has sent himself something from the future for his sixteenth birthday.

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: This is my first Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles fic, so 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

He woke, hearing his bedroom door creak open and reached for the gun he kept under his pillow. He thumbed off the safety, but made no other sign that he was awake. He heard the door close with a soft click and tensed, readying himself to protect himself. “John?” a familiar voice called his name, but a familiar voice meant nothing when they could mimic it perfectly. “John, it’s me Cameron. It’s officially your birthday and, before you sent me back, you programmed me with a gift for you.”

By her voice, he knew she or it was standing several feet away from him. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and he had an itchy feeling between his shoulder blades as he tried to decide on his next cause of action and wondered if she had a gun trained on him in her unwavering hand. “John. You are in no danger. I know you are awake. Sit up and train the gun on me until you can verify my identity and intent.” She suggested in a tone that made it less a suggestion and more a logical command.

He sat up and swung the gun round in her direction in one swift motion. The full moon painted his room in varying shades of blue and black. He could hardly make out her features in the dim light, but he noticed her eyes glow blue, for just a moment as she stood passively with her hands at her side. He narrowed his eyes to protect his vision and without taking the gun off her, reached for and turned on his bedside lamp. “What the hell, Cameron?” he queried in irritation as he finally concluded it was her and checked the clock finding it to be three minutes past one in the morning. He lowered his gun, but didn’t make any attempt to put it away.

“What do you want? It’s one o’clock in the morning for God's sake.” He asked, his tone surly, his voice still thick with sleep. “She tilted her head at him quizzically and he took a deep breath to calm his frustration. “Cameron? Why did you wake me?” he rephrased his question in a more reasonable tone. “I have something to give you. Something you sent yourself from the future, for your birthday.” She explained. He frowned, realizing she had said something of the sort before. “What did I send… me?” he enquired, slightly thrown by the idea and phrasing of the question and finally put his pistol down on the nightstand. “Me.” She replied with short simplicity. John’s frown deepened. “I already know I sent you back to protect me, Cameron. You didn’t need to wake me a this ungodly hour to remind me.” He informed her, letting annoyance color his tone. “Yes, that is my primary directive. This is another.” She stated, stepping forward and with casual indifference sliding the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and letting the garment slide down her body to puddle around her feet. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath and John felt his jaw drop as he gaped at her feminine perfection.

“What the fuck!?” he exclaimed in a startled tone as he felt his dick spring to attention in his sleep shorts and she continued to advance toward him, now completely nude. “Please keep your voice down. It will hamper my ability to execute my objective if your mother were to be roused.” She instructed. “Cameron, stop.” He commanded and she paused. “What is your objective?” he queried. “Initiate coitus with John Connor on his sixteenth birthday.” She answered, her head taking that odd quizzical tilt for a moment before she continued: “I am to show you what it is like to be with a woman.” And she continued to move closer to him. “Whoa. I mean… You have to be kidding. Can you even do that?” he asked his curiosity overcoming his amazement even as teenage hormones weighed in to make his erection throb and twitch against his belly. “I am an infiltrator unit. Sex is a good way to facilitate certain kinds of infiltration. I am anatomically correct and have all the necessary data. May proceed now?” She explained before querying.

He knew what she was, but she was also a nubile naked young woman, standing close enough to him that he could feel the heat radiating off her body. John swallowed hard. “Put your clothes back on. I can’t do this.” He said, dropping his head and casting his eyes down so that he couldn’t see her anymore, but her lean, but curvaceous, naked form was burned into his mind. Minutes passed and still she didn’t move or make a sound and he raised his head. “That is incorrect. You are able.” She informed him and John gasped as she reached forward and stroked his erection through the material of his sleep shorts. “She’s a robot, a terminator.” He repeated in his head, trying desperately to convince himself and use the knowledge to contradict the evidence that a decidedly feminine hand of a beautiful woman had slipped into the fly of his sleep shorts and was slowly caressing and exploring the length of his rock hard erection.

Cameron was beautiful. He never told her that, but he had thought it the moment he had seen her at his school in Texas all those months, well actually years after their time leap, ago. He heard her sigh as he stifled a groan as her nimble fingers started to jack his cock and focused on her face, surprised to hear the sound from her and watched her slowly lick her lips. “Was that not the correct reaction?” she enquired, her hand running up and down along his length with a slow, steady rhythm. “I guess.” John answered uncertainly, unable to keep his hips still and thrusting into her grasp. “See… You are more than able.” She informed him and withdrew her hand. John felt an immediate sense of loss as the first person, for lack of a better term, other than himself to touch him in such an intimate fashion stopped.

She slid her knees onto the bed on either side of his legs and settled onto his lap, trapping his throbbing erection between his torso and hers. He thought she’d be heavier and colder somehow. Her face hovered in front of him, her wide, intense eyes boring into his. He flinched slightly as she pressed her lips to his, tensing and then relaxing, his arms slid around her, his hands sliding along the smooth skin of her back as hers slid around him. She gave him control of the kiss as their lips slid and sucked at each other, the tip of her tongue fencing with his until she granted it access to her mouth where they wrestled in a sensuous massage. One of her hands wormed into his hair, cupping the back of his head and he mirrored her action. His fingers found her hair, lustrous, soft and silky as they slid through it. His other arm wrapped tighter around the small of her back, pulling her tighter against him, her nipple hard, hot little points that poked against his chest, surrounded by the soft warmth of her breasts.

He dragged in air heavily through his nose, unwilling to break their lip lock and a unique scent, part honey, part vanilla, part cinnamon and part unknown tantalized his olfactory sense. She never broke eye contact with him and he had never appreciated the detail you could actually pick out of an unwavering eye. He let himself fall back onto the bed and she followed him and after a few more minutes of making out with her on top of him, he rolled her onto her back and shifted them so that they were lying in the middle of his bed. She tugged lightly at his hair and he broke their kiss, both of them breathing heavily. He knew she had to be acting the part, she didn’t actually have to breath, but her performance was flawless and very convincing. She stroked his hair and very slight, soft smile quirking the corners of her cupid’s-bow lips. “Explore my body, John.” She commanded softly, taking his hand and placing it firmly on her breast.

A very small part of him, tucked deep in the back of his mind still argued that he should stop; that what they were doing was wrong, but he reminded himself that his older, wiser self had set this up, and he should know what was best. John squeezed the perfect handful of firm but pliant flesh that made up her left breast, weighing it and fondling the smooth skin, letting his thumb circle, but not quite touch the turgid peak of her nipple. She moaned softly and rolled her shoulder, pressing the globe of her breast into his palm and caressing fingers. Her nipples were a dusky pink; almost a pale brown and long tubes about the length and diameter of the first joint of his middle finger. They almost begged to be sucked on as they sat atop the puffy mushroom caps of he areola, dark circles on the pale, creamy skin of her pert mounds. He tested one with his thumb, flicking it, feeling it resist the pressure he exerted.

John shifted and lowered his head, running his tongue along the valley of her cleavage before accepting the tempting invitation of her stiff nipple and wrapping his lips around it. He drew the firm, rubbery tip into his mouth, testing it lightly with his teeth before he began to suckle at it, tasting her flesh and making her moan and slowly writhe on his bed. “Do you like that?” he asked after lifting his head, stretching her nipple as he held it between his lips before letting it go. “Yes. It is good.” She answered on a heavy breath. He swirled his tongue over her nipple, his tongue picking up the slightly different texture between her areola and the tight smooth skin of her actual breast. He painted her turgid peak and made it glisten wetly with his saliva before engulfing it and as much of her tit flesh as he could with his lips to suck and nip at it. He continued to fondle her breast as he toyed with her nipple, enjoying the sumptuous feel of her warm, pliant flesh.

“Keep going.” She moaned on a drawn out hiss of breath, taking his hand from her breast and steering it down the toned ridges and valleys of her torso. Her skin was smooth and warm and quivered slightly under his fingertips. His dick throbbed against his belly and her hip, twitching sporadically and he felt heavy drops of lube starting well up out of his slit and trickle down his length. He expected to feel hair under his fingertips as they slid toward the juncture between her thighs, but only encountered smooth skin, and then his fingers were following the curve of her crotch and slid over the pearl of what he assumed was her clit and into her slicked, hot folds. She radiated heat against his fingers as he explored slit, his fingers slowly moving up and down its length, picking out little details while he cupped her with his palm, apply gentle, grinding pressure to her clit and the hood from which it peeked. Her hips bucked against his hand and a soft cry escaped her lips as he let his fingers delve deeper, finding her entrance and sliding into it. He lifted his head, abandoning her nipple, his fascinated gaze split between watching his fingers slowly slide in and out of Cameron, matching sight with the feel and the expression of pleasure on her beautiful face as she undulated slowly and sinuously under his ministrations.

Her sex was a tight, hot, moist silky smooth caress around his fingers, clenching and flexing around his digits as he sawed them back and forth as he explored her and satisfied his curiosity about the opposite sex. His lips found hers, nipping at the full, swollen lower one before they exchanged another deep, searching kiss of sliding, sucking lips and dueling tongues. She shifted slightly onto her side and he groaned into her mouth as her nimble fingers once again found their way into his shorts and around his achingly hard shaft. She started to jack his shaft, spreading his lube along its length, but his shorts restrained her movements somewhat, keeping her hand at an awkward angle. He made a disappointed sound when she removed her hand, but understood, and lifted his hips as she tugged his sleep shorts off his hips and pulled the front forward to clear his erections before dragging it down to his thighs. With, a little more effort, she managed to push them past his knees and he was able to kick them off, leaving him as naked as she was.

Her warm hand again started its delectable journey up and down the length of his cock as he kissed his way back down to her breasts and alternated the attention of his lips between them. The fact that she was a robot, a terminator, a machine now eluded him completely, she was just the stunningly sexy and beautiful girl she appeared to be who wanted him to have sex with her. “You should penetrate me now.” She suggested, her clinical observation, jarring him slightly and causing his fingers to falter in the steady rhythm they had built up plunging in and out of her slippery sex. He raised his head from her breast to look at her. She blinked, her usually intense stare even more unnerving than usual considering their present situation and then she blinked again, her eyes softening in a way he had never seen before. “I want you inside me, John. I need you inside me.” She moaned with such passion and need, it was his turn to blink.

Cameron grasped the base of his cock and gently tugged at him, urging him to move on top of her and between her invitingly spread legs as she rolled onto her back. He let her guide him, feeling the heat of her sex against the tip of his dick before he felt her slick folds envelope it as she slid him through them. He took a deep steadying breath, as his stomach tensed as she well as his buttocks as she seated him at her entrance, which contracted slightly to squeeze the tip of his dickhead. He looked down at her, her dark hair a tumbled, curly halo around her pale angelic features, eyes bright and lips kiss-swollen as he hovered over her. She smiled up at him and he felt her hands slide down his back; her fingertips leaving tingling trails that made his muscles twitch. Her fingers found the tense globes of his ass cheeks and clenched around them, pulling him toward her. He grunted and it mixed with her sharp gasp as he thrust forward and slid into her.

He had thought her hand felt amazing, but the feel of her tight, but slippery sex surrounding him was a damn near indescribable state of paradise. Her flesh fought his invasion with the sweetest of resistance, clutching and squeezing at his rock hard shaft, adding to the friction of his passage as he filled her and she stretched to accommodate him. Her flesh dragged along his shaft with molten heat and massaging pressure. John groaned, his back arching and his head dropping back as he drove into her. He felt the smooth skin of her inner thighs slide along the outside of his as she drew her legs up and wrapped them around him as his pelvis met hers and he was buried completely in her intimate core. He dropped his head as he forced himself to relax, panting heavily with the effort as his balls boiled with the need for release. He felt sweat trickle down his forehead and watched a heavy drop fall onto her chest. “You should think of baseball statistics.” She suggested and he bit his lip as the vibration of his chuckle shifted him in the tight embrace of her sex. He placed a finger lightly over her lips. “Shhhhhhhhhh.” He shushed her softly. She opened her mouth and sucked his finger into her mouth before he could remove it. Its wet warmth matched, yet could not equal the deliciousness of her sex, but it didn’t help his composure as his dick twitched and the small of his back tightened.

“Relax, John. Breath.” She instructed, releasing his finger from her mouth. Her hands left his buttocks and stroked lightly up and down his back in a light, soothing touch. He let his forehead rest lightly on her chest as he concentrated on his breathing. “Who knew you could use combat training to your advantage during sex.” He thought as his measured breathing helped him bring his desire for release and churning balls under control. He lifted his head, his eyes finding hers, seeing himself reflected in them and started to move. Slowly at first, just barely rocking back and forth inside her delightful depths, her silky grasp caressing his length. He started to move a little faster and increased the range of his movements until he was driving in and out of Cameron with long, steady strokes. Her legs tightened around him and her hips rose to meet his, adding impetus to the collision of their bodies. She slid around him with blazing friction, her sex a twisting flexing fist, wrapped in moist, slippery velvet that sent sparks and surges of pleasure cascading through his body along his spine and into his brain and al the way down his legs to curl his toes making him flex and strain to drive deeper and harder into her enticing womanhood.

“God, that feels so good.” He groaned as they ground together. “Yesssss.” She moaned back in simple reply. One of her hands had once again found his buttocks and kneaded it firmly while the other dragged through his hair. He lowered his head and they shared a rough, quick intense kiss before he started thrusting again, unable to hold relatively still any longer. He tasted the salt of sweat on her skin as he nuzzled and sucked at her neck as they writhed and undulated together. He felt her teeth test the flexing, corded muscles of his shoulder as they strained and shifted, her nipples dragging across his chest, their bodies sliding on a thin film of lubricating sweat. She made the most adorable sound, somewhere between a sign, a moan and a cry, that he loved it the first time she uttered it and he strove to make her repeat it and she did as he pounded into her. They continued to buck and thrust, enemies and allies, lips meeting or tasting skin, hands clutching at shifting flesh and always, his shaft traversing the magnificent length of her slick pussy.

He started to throb faster, his cock pulsing to the racing beat of his heart. His lungs feel like they are on fire and his balls are tightening almost painfully with the need for climax and release. He has to lift his head from her skin as he grits his teeth and clenched his jaw in a last ditch attempt to maintain control. He widens his eyes, focusing on her, seeing the pink tip of her tongue peeking out from between her lips before she pins the full lower one behind her straight white teeth and thrashing her head from side to side her hair a dark, damp swirling mass as she presses back into the pillow beneath it. He feels Cameron start to quiver around him, her taut belly shuddering against his and he reaches the limit of his endurance. John drove into her sweet embrace one last time, grunting and then cried out. His cock swelled against her tight grip as his body tensed, muscles twisting as nerves flared and sang with surges of pleasurable energy. He heard his spine crack above the pounding of his blood in his ears as it contorted into vibrating bow. His cry stuttered as his cock pulsed and he poured his essence into her in heavy spurts. Her tight channel rippled around him, flooding hot and wet with her sex grease and he heard her whimper, but was unable to focus his eyes on her as his climax continued to rack his body and rage through his senses.

It was moments and a lifetime before his body started to unlock and relax and his cock was finally drained, although it gamely tried to pump seed into her he no longer had. He collapsed onto her with a soft groan, dragging in air through his mouth and nose, his heart pounding against his ribs. Her arms and legs were lightly wrapped around him. He pressed his lips to the smooth curve of her breast as he slowly shrunk inside her, her sex clutching at him, momentarily halting his retreat, but inevitably letting him go. She released him and he rolled off her, his chest still heaving, feeling little rivulets of sweat trickled down his body as his awareness of the real world slowly returned. He kept waiting to wake up and have it all be a hormone driven dream or his mother to suddenly burst in and make it a nightmare, but neither happened.

John shifted onto his side and looked at Cameron. “Are you okay?” he queried, his concern fueled by her silence and stillness as well as his disconnect from his understanding of what she was and who he had just shared his first sexual experience with. She turned her head and looked at him, her eyes narrowing for a moment. “I am… good, that was… interesting.” She answered and he had the strangest feeling she was surprised although he couldn’t attribute it to her tone or actions. “That was fucking amazing.” He informed her enthusiastically. “Do you now know what it is like to be with a woman?” she enquired. “She wants to know if she has achieved her objective.” he concluded. “One way, at least.” He replied and watched as a frown creased her smooth forehead. “Yes, you are correct.” She stated, shifting her head so that she was again looking at the ceiling. He watched as she reached between her legs and almost daintily and gracefully collected the fruits of their combined labors. She brought her fingers up and he could see them glistening. She tested the texture between her thumb and fingers, her head tilting slightly as she contemplated her fingers and their combined juices that coated it with intense fascination.

“I believe I have failed in my mission. I have not managed to fully obtain my objective.” She stated. “We must have more sex. It is the only viable solution.” She continued, reaching for his limp cock. “Hold on there, Cameron. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. I’m drained.” He informed her, having intercepted her hand and grasping her wrist before it reached him. Her head sort of twitched and just for a moment he thought she would press the issue, but then withdrew her hand. “We will have to continue at a later date.” She informed him in a no-nonsense command. “Yes, we will.” He acknowledged, well aware of his duplicity, and his manipulation of her intrinsic terminator programming for relentlessness so that he could have further sexual encounters with her. He wasn’t proud of what he was doing, but he had to experience that again an as far as he could tell, as long as his mother or Derek never, ever found out about it, it was a no harm, no foul situation “Had, his older self known he would do so when he worded her objective or did he remember?” he wondered as Cameron rose from his bed, collected her nightgown and silently left his room.

THE END… TO BE CONTINUED? WHAT SAY YOU?