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Original Summary: Kind of a Sequal to Body Heat! This time Cameron is protecting him from the elements, well sort of. Takes place in season two with no spoilers! JOhnxCameron If you like 36B you'll enjoy this, I hope. RxR
Hiya, remember that fic I did that I promised to write a second chapter two for? (It was titled Body Heat)Well this isn't exactly a continuation. But I've been racking my brain for the longest time to write that chapter. But I found I couldn't, so to make up for it I wrote this!
Rating is very questionable for this one, its border-lining to over the T. You have been warned!
John Connor reached a whole new level of being pathetic. He was home alone (terminators don't count) and watching the weather channel. In his defense he did try calling Riley. But she was too sick to come over and to nasally to hold a decent conversation on the phone.
And apparently according to the terminator being too under the weather she poses a great threat for the 'safety of one John Connor' to go over her house to visit. Actually thinking about it, he should have been this annoyed. He figured if he did get to go he would've had to bring his sister with him, 'cause god forbid something life threatening could happen.
John snorted at the thought.
"Tonight, cloudy with light showers over the San Fernando Valley . . ."
The front door slammed shut and John fought the urge to jump off the couch for the nearest gun. He knew he was over reacting, he hoped.
Looking over his shoulder, green eyes met her brown ones, with little to almost no emotion in hers, he glares annoyed.
Cameron either didn't pick up on his gaze or she just brushed it off like she'd been doing lately. Either way John didn't care, he was already used to it.
Discarding the damp article of clothing, she walked to the end of the living room. To the space between the television and the window, leaning towards the window she scanned for more possible threats, again.
"Tomorrow will be cloudy but with a high chance of sunny blue skies in late afternoon."
Despite her exoskeleton being made up of all metal, John couldn't help tearing his eyes from the television to watch goose bumps form on the expose skin of her back and bare shoulders.
The room seem to warm up, as if one of her terminator abilities could detect his eyes on her, she turns around.
Her drenched dark hair framed her face. Her top sticking to her like a second skin and it stimulated all her curves.
John gulped.
In a flash that could only be described as metal reflexes, her cold wet hands found his face. Warmth radiating to her hands as she cupped it.
John suppressed a moan and the urge to kiss her palm and the tips of her fingers.
He looked up, looking her in the eye. His blood cooled as if cold water was poured over him. Her expression didn't change, she looked at him with cold brown eyes, reminding him what she was, and it made him sick.
Roughly pulling away from her a flicker of hurt flashed in her eyes but was replaced by her monotone voice.
"Reading did not complete, base on scan . . ."
Bolting off the couch he headed up the stairs, to his room or the bathroom for a cold shower. He didn't care. He didn't need her damn scanners to tell him what he was feeling.
The next morning, the sun shinned annoyingly through his curtain. Rolling over to his alarm clock on his night stand, John leaped out of bed. He was going to be late for school. Cursing around the room he got dressed.
His boots not yet tided he jumped the last three steps and hopped to the kitchen to the breakfast table, earning him some strange looks from his uncle and mother.
"Late night?" Derek commented, turning the page of his news paper; no doubt searching for any possible traces of Skynet.
John suppressed a sarcastic snort forming in his throat, he didn't leave the house, and he could say the same thing about the both of them.
It wasn't any real surprise there outing last night came up empty; it's been like that for weeks now. But he dare not say that aloud for that would've meant that they were safe. So he stayed silent pouring himself his breakfast cereal.
Finishing off his cereal he placed his bowl in the sink. Looking up, Cameron stood in the center of the kitchen waiting.
Grabbing his messenger off the floor he opened the front door and walked out. Cameron closing it followed right behind him. Catching up with him, Cameron placed an umbrella in his hands.
John looked at it like it was the exoskeleton head of a T-101. What use is an umbrella if the sun was shining? Annoyingly bright he might add. He glared at her as he handed it back.
Her brown eyes simulated confusion as she tried handing it back. Rolling his eyes he walked away from her and continued walking to school.
From behind John didn't see the Terminator crush the umbrella in her hands and tossed it in the nearest trash.
Homeroom passed quickly so did his other periods. But when fifth period rolled around, John looked out the window as just as the clouds began to darken. And when his last class of the day ended he walked out to the edge of the school leading to the outside, he cursed.
Not bothering to look back at Cameron he walked out into the rain with only his messenger bag over his head. It was ridiculous, the sun and the weather channel lied to him. Figures, like the rest of his life. His life was made up of lies what's another one.
To say John Connor was shaking in his combat boots would've been an understatement. He felt numb emotionally and physically and he couldn't stop his teeth from chattering.
Slamming his door he pushed himself onto his bed not caring he was soiling his clean sheets. He folded his arms over his chest he took his lower lip into his mouth biting it. Not enough to taste blood but stop it from quivering. A sadistic smile had shown across his face as he succeeded to stop his chattering teeth.
Closing his eyes he processed to fall asleep, at least he tried to.
He felt pressure on his lower abdomen and something . . . no it was someone encircling his waist.
John's eyes were blood shot to the erotic scene playing in front of him. John was now a sixteen year old boy and his hormones were running even higher.
He'd never admit to it to his mother or uncle or if he was tortured by any model of Terminator (accept hers' of course) he'd never admit to having erotic dreams let alone tell what they were about. But even in his most erotic dreams he'd never dreamed of the terminator straddling him.
Her back arched above him while both her hands pinned at his shoulders. Cameron's soft brown hair damped over her pale face framing it. Her right hand left his shoulder and skimmed to the zipper of his jacket. Her touch was feather light, he barely hear a thing.
Not the pounding of the rain outside neither his bedroom window nor the thunder. The only sound registered in his ears was his own heartbeat, his short breaths, and ringing in his ear.
Titling his head up to get a better look he watched her pull his jacket off and toss it on the floor. He didn't notice how wet he was till he felt her hand through his soaking tee, but this time heat was radiating off her.
He bit down harder on his lower lip till the taste of iron filled his mouth when a moan finally escaped.
The only source of heat left his body he opened his mouth to protest he was greeted by the sight in front of him. Cameron's hands where at the hems of her shirt revealing her midriff and her bellybutton.
John's heart was beating in his ears and he felt his body was on fire. He wasn't even sure he was breathing properly as his breath came out short and erratic.
Goose bumps were starting to form then Cameron's body crashed down on to his. He felt everything. He felt every curve of her body her warm skin on top of his. She was softer then he'd expected.
Nothing was left to his imagination and to him John didn't see that as a bad thing.
She lowered her head so that it was below his chin and rested on his chest; her arms warped around him and ceased movement. She became immobile, not moving and this puzzled John.
Brushing loose strands from her face, projecting the face of innocence but her eyes weren't blinking. Anger started to burn deep in his chest but what was the point?
What was another lie in the life of John Connor, snuggling closer to Cameron sleep came like a drug. And like the terminator in his arms he wasn't going to fight.
Cameron's brown eyes flash from its usual brown to blue then back again. Moving only her head she turned to John's night stand. It read twelve midnight in reality it was zero point two ninety nine seconds ahead.
But she didn't need to know the time to know that she should have left hours ago. Her objective was met the second John fell asleep. She succeeded the threat of influenza when his body temperature returned to normal.
Looking down at him, he watched where she once was on standby mode, watching as he inhaled and exhaled. He looked at ease like he did in the future when she used to watch him sleep.
She heard the change in time and she knew she couldn't stay a minute longer. She untangling herself with minimal moment and tucked him in.
Not looking back she closed his door and started her patrol of house.
End!