Hi, guys! Here's a little One-Shot. The idea suddenly came into my mind...;)
I apologize for any mistakes. Spelling, and grammar. This isn't corrected by my beta, because I wanted to post it asap. Well, tell me what you think, please.
ps. Tomorrow I'll update a new chapter of "To deserve Trust and Love", I think.
Bleeding scratches
Bleeding scratches extends on Cameron's shoulders. Once more.
Sarah woke up one night, hunted by an extraordinary dream, which left her confused, frightened, and sexually frustrated and went down into the kitchen. There she saw Cameron, who stood at the window, guarding. Yet the terminator turned around and smiled kindly at her. It enraged the raven-haired. She wanted to yell at the machine, to slap her, to destroy her...to fuck her. Anything to make this damn, faked smile go away.
Yelling was no option, because then Sarah would have woken up John and Derek. Also to slap the girl dropped out. It wouldn't harm her. So Sarah wouldn't get any satisfaction. She pondered about destroying, but knew that she would regret it in the morning. The only thing left was to fuck Tin-Miss.
Although Sarah didn't even know if Cameron is able to be fucked, she made a beeline for her, squeezing her against the wall. Sarah still wonders why the terminator let her. The terminator had a reason. Though she keeps silent. She forever will.
Without a word from Sarah, and without a flinch from Cameron, the raven-haired crushed her lips onto the machine's. The machine kissed her back, feverishly.
Sarah was hard, rough, and demanding. It all happened speechlessly. The woman ripped Cameron's shirt to get a better access to her breasts and the erected nipples. She pinched, and bit them, brutally. The terminator indeed hissed, but bucked her hips against Sarah's nevertheless. She did for the same reason why she let the raven-haired press her against the wall, despite the fact that she could easily break free.
Cameron didn't. Not even as Sarah unbuttoned, and unzipped her jeans and thrusted her fingers so harshly into her that it hurt. Her orgasm was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Blood dripped out of five, small wounds on the left side of her belly. The female had burried her nails into the skin there to stabilize her.
No comment fell as Sarah grabbed Cameron's hand and shoved it beyond the waistband of her pants. She rode the machine's fingers. And while she uncontrollably spasmed, she scratched the machine's shoulders. Blood on Cameron's back. Blood on Sarah's fingertips. Flesh under her long, sharp nails.
Afterward the raven-haired simply left. The terminator wanted her to stay.
Right in this moment it's night. Sarah is about to fuck Cameron. In the kitchen. Again. For the fourteenth time now. The machine takes what the human offers her, even if said human does it unwittingly. Nearness. The machine gives what the human wants from her. Sex.
Not more. Not less.
Cameron knows that Sarah doesn't love her. She knows that probably Sarah doesn't even like her, but the moans, the sweat, the scent, and Sarah's face when she comes, is enough for the terminator. It has to be enough, because she knows that she won't get more than this. More than sex. Hard, rough, brutal, and on the verge of cruelness sometimes. Yet everytime she bleeds.
Her skin heals fast, but scars remain. When her mission will be done on day, the day she has to go, her body will be as scarred as Sarah's. The machine accepts this, happily.
Sarah rides the machine's fingers.
Bleeding scratches extends on Cameron's shoulders. Once more.
