Disclaimer: I do not own Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles. Seriously.
A/N: Written for Challenge #270 ~ Appendage(s) at slashthedrabble.
A/N2: T:SCC, how I have missed you! Anyway, I have always suspected it, but it has now been proven that my muse is a shameless tease and this drabble serves to prove that. I hope you will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, like it, dislike it, want me to write more regularly, want to tell me anything at all, drop me a line by REVIEWING! Cheers.
It had been a harmless gibe, but Sarah failed to take into account Cameron's frightening inquisitiveness and the extent to which she was willing to go to prove her point – the point here being that Cameron was not an unschooled virgin (Cameron's words, not Sarah's).
The night of the "trial" came and Sarah had already spent the bulk of her day questioning her sanity (or her apparent lack of it). Why, why did I volunteer to be the test subject? Why couldn't I direct her to that nice lady down the streets? Why must – Three brisk knocks on Sarah's bedroom door dashed all hopes of her furthering the argument against the competing voices in her head and she opened the door despite her misgivings.
"Am I late?" Cameron questioned.
"N-no," Sarah replied warily, letting Cameron through and closing the door behind her. There was something predatory in the way Cameron held herself, in the way she spoke and Sarah waited with bated breath as Cameron turned to approach her. One, two, three steps and the terminator was now so close the two of them were practically breathing the same air. Sarah felt the door solidly against her back and wondered when was it that Cameron managed to back her into a corner. The terminator was gazing down at her with an expression somewhere between lazy and hungry, her fingers trailing fire along the exposed skin between Sarah's slightly hitched top and sweatpants.
Sarah could feel her abdominal muscles twitching traitorously in approval to Cameron's wandering hands, her daring fingers that seemed much too talented for a supposed virgin. Sarah whimpered softly as one of her sensitive spots was discovered, moaning with more abandon as it was teased with more determination and groaning with appreciation as Cameron finally brought their lips together.
"Well?" Cameron interrupted suddenly, pulling away from the warmth of Sarah's lips with a last peck.
"Well what?" Sarah grumbled, not at all happy at the sudden discontinuation and more than slightly distracted by the sight of Cameron's swollen lips and dark eyes.
"I am not an unschooled virgin, am I?" Cameron challenged, looking a little too smug.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "No, you're not. Happy?"
"Very much," Cameron replied, leaning back toward Sarah. "However, I will be happier when we continue with our previous course of action."
"Finally something we can agree on," Sarah remarked with obvious relief.