The Gift That Keeps On Giving

TITLE: The Gift That Keeps On Giving

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 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 ONE

Things had happened and they were forced to move again. He had taken a risk getting Cameron back online and he intended to be rewarded for that risk. Her protection was invaluable, but she had other... uses. It wasn't the right word, "uses", but it would have to suffice. He felt the slightest twinge of guilt, but it passed as he took the turn that led away from the house instead of to it. "Where are we going, John?" Cameron enquired from the seat next to him in the new truck that had replaced their jeep. "Somewhere where we can be alone." He replied. "Alone?" she asked and he turned to look at her, finding her head tilted in a questioning fashion while the rest of her feature showed no indication of curiosity. "I'll explain when we get there." He said with more authority then he felt. He head titled further, but he ignored the unspoken question, focusing on the road.

A lot had happened since his sixteenth birthday, but he still couldn't get the sight of Cameron's naked body out of his mind or the way it had felt to kiss her, to touch her smooth skin or to be inside her. He knew that he had set it up so that they could have further sexual explorations, but he was reluctant, feeling that he would somehow be abusing her. It was ridiculous, she wasn't even a real person, Cameron was an it, a machine. Machines were meant to be used, after all, and it wasn't as if he could even hurt her. His doubts, reluctance and internal arguments had held until she had invaded his dreams and he had woken with a start and cum-sticky sleep shorts. After that he was fighting a losing battle with teenage hormones and a vivid, overactive imagination.

Today she wore a floral print sundress that made her look impossibly young and undeniably feminine. It amused him how pale her skin actually was, but he guessed that SkyNet hadn't thought to program its terminators to tan, but had thought to add freckles of which he could see just a smattering of four on the inner curve at the top of her cleavage. He forced himself to concentrate on the road and the light, late night traffic. He had commented on her dress before they had left to do the grocery shopping and her answer had intrigued him. She'd simply said she liked the way it looked on her. He'd expected some technical explanation on social camouflage or something as preposterous. He had to admit, she was right, it did look good on her, but then again almost anything she wore did. It was answers like those and things like her practicing ballet that threw him and blurred the line between what he knew to be true, that she was a deadly, relentless killing machine from the future, and the image she portrayed to the world in general of a normal teenage girl.

He pulled up to a secluded spot, overlooking the sea of lights that was Los Angeles at night and turned off the truck. The moon floated above them, bright and almost full in a clear dark sky with its glittering field of stars. "Is the sky a reflection of the city or the city a reflection of the sky?" he wondered idly, looking through the windscreen and trying to marshal his thoughts. He turned to face her, surreptitiously repositioning his dick as it started to harden as he thought about what he intended to do. "Your heart rate, temperature and respiration are elevated. Is something wrong, John?" she enquired with concern that almost sounded genuine." No, I just thought we could continue with the mission you started on my birthday." He explained. "You want to have sex?" she asked in clarification. John frowned slightly at the smile that curved Cameron's pretty lips and the hint of, could it be, eagerness or was it excitement that seemed to edge her usually neutral tone or was he imagining it? "I was thinking we could just start off with you giving me a blowjob and see where things lead from there." He suggested as non-chalantly as he could although his dick twitched at the idea.

"Yes, felatio is a good example of how a man can be with a woman." She informed him and he watched as she gracefully and without hesitation grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it off over her head, revealing the body that had been haunting his dreams for the last week. She hadn't been wearing anything under her dress and he had to consciously close his mouth as he let his gaze roam over her nudity, verifying the images he had in his memory, compensating for the moonlight and dim light in the truck's cab. It was a little disconcerting the way her eyes never wavered or left his as she reached over and undid his belt, the button of his jeans and pulled down his zipper without looking. He let out a soft groan, his eyes half-closing with the sensation of her warm, smooth hand fishing him out of the fly of his boxers. His cock pulsed against the grip of her fist as she skimmed it lightly along his length.

"Does that feel good?" she queried as she shifted onto her knees, facing him, on the seat next to him. John nodded, not quite trusting his voice. "I like how, hard and smooth and alive it feels." She stated, finally taking her attention away from his face and putting it onto her slowly rising and falling fist. He didn't have time to be surprised by her statement, as he sucked in a heavy breath through his nose and mouth and expelled it in a slow hiss as she leant forward, the heat of her breath engulfing his dick head for a moment before her wet, warm mouth did. He groaned heavily as she sucked and nursed at his dickhead, her tongue a soft velvet caress as it swirled along his skin.

He tried to stop them, but his hips rose as her head lowered, her lips sliding down his length engulfing him in liquid heat. His hands hovered over her head, unsure about what he should be doing with them as she bobbed her head slightly, dragging her lips up and down the top third of his cock, her tongue bathing him with feathery strokes that sent sparking, itchy shivers up his spine. Her hands were on his thighs and were rhythmically massaging them. He felt the head of his dick press against the entrance to her throat meeting some resistance, his cock bending slightly as she continued to apply downward pressure. "Jeeeezus!" he gasped as he was suddenly sliding into the tight confines of her convulsing throat as she swallowed him whole.

The heat, pressure and friction so echoed his memories of what it felt like to be in her sex that his hips bucked without conscious thought, thrusting himself even deeper, burying her nose into his pubes. Her hands tightened on his thighs, but she made no move to resist him as his fingers wound into her hair, gathering it and drawing its dark curtain away from her face; holding her head in place as his hips rose and fell. John was a little shocked at how hot he thought Cameron looked with her lips stretched around his cock and how much he wanted to fuck them. She sucked at him as he guided her head in unison with his hips making him groan and hiss, his spine arching and his eyes closing to slits with the pleasurable sensation of the friction of sliding along her wet heat.

One moment he could feel the tension building in his body, a heavy, enjoyable tightening in his belly and balls as he enjoyed the friction of her throat and lips sliding along his cock, the next he cried out and was desperately gasping for air as waves of intense pleasure ripped through him on hard electric surges of energy. His spine locked into a taut bow, slamming his head back into the headrest; his ass clenching and unclenching as he pumped his seed into her sucking mouth. His nerves burned with the crackling energy of his release. Lights danced behind his eyelids in a miniature fireworks display, telling him that he had closed his eyes at some point. His hands tensed on her head, but didn't seem to hinder her in the least as her head continued to bob over his crotch. John hissed, shuddering and trying to marshal his breathing as his balls emptied and her oral attentions began to border on painful on his now over-sensitive shaft. Cameron... Cameron... Cameron... Stop! Please!" He pleaded in an urgent rush as she continued to suckle at him.

Cameron finally dragged her lips off him in a final searing burst of friction that had him panting after a heavy sigh of relief and he let his hand drop from her head to lie limply at his side. Her eyes flashed up at him and he could swear her usually neutral expression was smug as she swept her hair back and out of her face with on hand. A shiver ran up his spine as she slowly stuck her tongue out and he could see his pool of his semen on it as she daintily collected the last drop of liquid that welled up from the slit at the top of his dick and then swallowed the whole lot with an audible gulp. She smiled up at him, a brilliant flash of straight, white teeth and licked her lips, reminding him of the cat who had just ate the canary.

"You... You enjoyed that." He leveled the accusation at her incredulously. She shrugged without comment. "You didn't?" she enquired her head taking that characteristic questioning tilt. John squirmed slightly as her saliva cooled on his dick, which had not shrunk significantly, but had softened enough to lie against his belly. "No... I... It was great." He admitted his eyes again roaming over her naked feminine curves, which were a fascinating tapestry of shadow and light in the cab of the truck. She grinned at him and then surprised him by quickly straddling his thighs and before he could do anything pressed her lips to his.

He reacted on instinct, tilting his head and opening his mouth at the strong, insistent urging of her tongue. He tensed for a moment, as he tasted, what could only be the flavor of his semen mixed with her saliva, on her tongue and in her mouth as she kissed him hungrily. The realization, of what he was tasting, was what froze him and the actual taste. He wouldn't be flavoring his food with it anytime soon, but he didn't find anything too offensive about it. The idea that it was his own ejaculate did freak him out a bit, but having a nubile, naked female body pressed against his, her sex, hot and moist, squirming against his once-again stiff cock did a lot to off set that, as his hands wound into wealth of dark curls as he kissed her back.

Cameron's hands clutched at the sides of his t-shirt when she broke their kiss. He felt it was a little unfair that she wasn't breathing particularly hard, while he was gulping in air. He lifted his arms at her urging and she dragged the t-shirt off over his head. He cupped her cheeks and pulled her lips back to his. Her breasts flattened against his chest, soft, warm firm pillows that surrounded the hard, hot embers of her nipples. Those hard pebbles dragged along his skin as she rose up and reaching down between them, grasped the base of his cock to steady it and lowered herself, rocking her hips, sliding through her silken folds until he was seated at her entrance.

They separated slightly and it surprised him to see her eyes widen before fluttering closed and her breath hitching as she slowly sank down on him. He groaned as her sex surrounded him with pressure and liquid heat, flowed by electric, tingling friction as she slid down along his length. Her tight sex clutched at his throbbing shaft, resisting his passage, seemingly trying to defy gravity and Cameron's will, but failing. John bucked his hips in a slow upward thrust, making that failure complete as she settled onto his lap and he settled back onto the seat with her completely impaled on him. He drew in a long, shuddering breath as she made tight little circles with her hips, her sex flexing in a velvet, rippling caress that made the small of his back twitch with a wave of pleasure.

John cupped her ass, cradling the firm globes that fit perfectly in his hands and squeezed, testing their resilience. He watched the pink tip of her tongue peek out between her sexy lips and make a slow circuit of them before she opened her eyes. He was staring directly into them when she did and just for a moment he could see the pinpoints of blue light behind her brown eyes that showed what she really was. Cameron ran her hands along his ribs and then her fingers were testing the hard planes of his chest muscles before slide up to curl around his neck. "A man can let a woman be in control too." She told him, her glistening lips a mere inch from his to that her words tickled and heated them. He swallowed hard in answer as she rocked her hips a few times before she rose. He gasped as she plunged down on him with a little twisting motion and then started to ride him in earnest.

Her sex was a molten, velvet death grip that squeezed and twisted with delectable pleasure as it slid along the skin of his shaft, testing his hardness. Her expression was one of startling intense concentration, but not on what she was doing, but rather on him. She seemed to be studying his every reaction as his breathing quickened and he made strained sounds, hisses, groans, moans and grunts of enjoyment from the stimulation of her moving at different speeds, with more or less force and at varying angles. She caught him off guard when she crushed her lips to his with near-bruising force, sucking, nipping and licking with urgent hunger, her fingers winding in his hair, pushing a puling as he shifted his head to accommodate her passionate kiss. He kneaded her ass more firmly and felt her lips vibrate against his when she moaned as she ground her clit into his pubes at the same time.

She broke the kiss and then frowned. "I want you to suck on my titties." She instructed in a sultry tone. "Woman like to have their breasts kissed and their nipples sucked." She informed him in almost the same breath in a tone that would have been right at home in any lecture hall. John blinked in dismay at the jarring contrast, but followed her instructions and leaned forward to capture the upturned, dusky pink tube of her nipple. Her hand tightened in his hair, pressing his lips more firmly to her breasts as he sucked in a mouthful of her tit flesh while his tongue lavished attention on her nipple. "That's good." Cameron said softly from above his head and he wasn't sure if she meant it as praise for him or an expression of how it felt. He was too engrossed in what he was feeling to care too much either way.

Cameron felt exquisite as she rose and fell on his dick and he shifted from one of her breasts to her other. Her hard, smooth belly slid against his as an added stimulus as he fondled her ass. She let out soft panted sounds, part way between a moan and a cry every time she plunged down on him and John found the sound very erotic and sexy as it mingled with the wet slap of her skin meeting his. Her flesh flexed and twisted around his as she ground down on him with a drawn out shuddering sigh that mingled with his loud groan as his hips bucked in response. They continued to move in unison and he soon felt the tension in his balls return. He was aware of the build up this time as he processed everything they did to cause it.

John finally had to abandon her breasts, as he needed his mouth to drag in air when his jaw wasn't clenched with the exertion and strain of control. With, his head raised, he could see Cameron's face again. Her features were surrounded by the rising and falling halo of her dark hair and her expression was one he had never seen before, more animated, and he was sure he could even see a slight flush to her pale, creamy skin as her straight white teeth pinned back her full lower lip. Her fingers clutched at his shoulders, testing the muscles underneath. He knew what strength those fingers were capable of, but they felt good as the pressure stayed just short of painful, but heated and loosened his muscles while making them twitch with tension at the same time.

The constant contrast of sensations and barrage of pleasure streaking through his body had him breathing hard. His senses were inundated with sex and delight, the smell of it, the taste of it, the sound of it, the sight of it and the feel of it. He clutched at her hips, trying to keep her still as he reached the limit of his control. She stilled, but her sex continued to flutter around him, a firm massage that he could not deny. Her head, which had been thrown back, lifted and her eyes locked with his. He was just a little shocked at the predatory look in her eyes as she leaned her head forward, her eyes flashing at him from below her brow. A strange thrill of something almost like fear, but not crawled up his spine.

John could have sworn he saw a smile twitch the edge of her lips just before his eyes squeezed shut and he through his head back as her sex clenched around him in a hard ripple embrace that sent him over the edge and into his second climax of the night. His hips bucked, trying to thrust him into her tight grip as his seed boiled out of his shaft in surging spurts. He shuddered as his muscles misfired in rapid succession as his nerves song with the joy of release. Her head dropped onto his shoulder, her hair tickling the skin of his neck and her breasts flattened against his chest as it rose against it as he gulped in air. His spine tingled as it locked with sweet tension and his hips continued to jerk even after his balls had emptied.

He didn't know how long they stayed like that, but he didn't move even when his senses returned and he was able. Cameron lay warm and still against his chest and on his lap, her cheek soft on his shoulder and he reveled in the feel of her even as he felt himself shrink out of her as the last shivers of delight snaked across his nerves. She shifted slightly, making a sound that was part sigh and part purr as her sex clutched at his retreating shaft, but ultimately failing to keep him within her hot, moist embrace. He ran his hands up her back, feeling muscles shift under her silky smooth skin through a light layer of sweat. He became aware of the sweat on his own skin as they slid across his skin in little rivulets and droplet, which were starting to cool.

John took a deep, shuddering breath, feeling his chest expand against the firm flesh of her breasts, her nipples pressing slightly into his skin before she lifted her head and created some separation between them. Her head titled slightly to the side and then she grinned at him with dazzling effect. "That was very good, John. If we keep this up I will reach my assigned objective in no time." She informed him as she climbed off his lap and back into the seat next to him. "Yes... Yes, I guess so." He responded as she handed him his t-shirt and at the same time reached into the glove box and retrieved several tissues, which she proceeded to casually use to wipe the combined remnants of their coupling from between her legs before tossing them out of the window and sinuously slipping back into her dress.

The front of his boxers were damp with their juices, but he tucked his now limp cock away and tugged his jeans back into place. He put his t-shirt back on and did up his pants and buckled his belt. By the time he had himself more or less presentable she was sitting quietly beside him looking out at the night sky and the glittering city spread out before them. She didn't have a hair out of place and her expression was once again that of casual neutrality. If he couldn't still taste her on his lips and smell the aroma of sex in the cab, if the memory wasn't etched in his mind with crystal clarity, he could almost believe he had imagined what they had just done.

Cameron turned to face him. "We should get back. Your mother will start to worry and if she becomes suspicious of our absence, together, it may make it more difficult to find opportunities to... to continue this specific mission." She informed him. He frowned at her slight pause; it was very out of character with her usually concise manner, but nodded in agreement. He turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared into life. "Roll down your window. We have to let the cab air out before we get home." He instructed and she nodded.

He put the truck in reverse and backed it in a turn until he was facing the road again. He put the truck into gear, but paused for a moment looking over at Cameron. Wind ruffled her hair through the open window as she looked passively straight ahead. He felt like he should say something, but simply didn't know what. The moment dragged out and then with the slightest shake of his head he lowered his foot on the gas and headed for home.

TO BE CONTINUED