Lithium: used in insulation-heat- sweat

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Sarah hates the desert.

It isn't because of the sand or the dry wind, or even because of the scratchy, parched feeling that gathers in the back of her throat. No, the reason is much simpler, more frustrating and distracting each time a mission leads them here to this oven baked wasteland.

Sarah watches as the tiny beads of sweat form a trail down the curve of Cameron's neck, nestling their way past the girl's clavicle and in between her breasts, clearly on display in the barely there tank top she'd become so accustomed to wearing. And Sarah licks her lips, wondering what it would be like to chase that bead of sweat along its path with her tongue.

And she scrunches her eyes shut, shaking her head against the thought as she tries to focus on the mission. But it's nearly impossible. She closes her eyes but Cameron is still there, her image etched on the inside of Sarah's eyelids. The long strands of brunette hair flowing in the wind, those long tan legs exposed in cutoff denim shorts, those tantalizing beads of sweat…

Sarah grits her teeth and marches along, trying her best to ignore the curious sideways glance the terminator is giving her. Oh yes, she thinks, I definitely hate the desert.