After the marriage, John and Cameron wanted to make a little trip. No honeymoon, that wouldn't be the wisest decision. However, they wanted to be alone for a day and went to … read the chapter and you'll find out.


Chapter 3

After four hours of driving, John steered the car towards the gas station for a break.

"Do you have to fill up?" Cameron asked curiously. For the last four hours they have been talking about everything and nothing in particular. They both carefully avoided topics like Skynet, future war, Judgment day and concentrated on lighter ones like how would they shape their lives now that they were a married couple and similar. They were both all too well aware that the battle didn't even begin and there would be very dark days coming their way. But just for one day they were happy and relaxed, and especially … together!

"Yes. But we will also change our clothes there." John pointed towards the motel, situated just behind the gas station.

"Are you planning on staying here?" Cameron turned around to check the surroundings. Besides the gas station and motel, there was nothing really interesting here. If this is John's idea of a surprise than I'm not exactly overwhelmed.

John chuckled: "Absolutely not! We'll just change into more appropriate attires here and then continue towards our final destination. We still have a long way before we arrive there."

"Good! I already feared you'd bring me into a cheap motel in the middle of nowhere for our wedding night." Cameron's voice dripped with sarcasm, but her eyes and her smile spoke that she would be happy even in such backwater motel, just to be together with her newlywed husband.

"You deserve something else, Cam! And you'll get something else. This is just a short stopover." John reached for her hand and squeezed it gently before stepping out of the car.

After he filled the tank and paid for the gas, he moved the car to the motel and vanished into office, just to return with a key a minute later. He stepped to the right door and looked at Cameron, who already opened the window and looked at him expectantly.

"Here, take the key. It's the first cabin on the right. I'll bring the bags so that we can change. Then we'll be on our way again."

Cameron nodded and took the key after she exited the car with slight problems, being extra careful with her wedding dress. She walked towards the cabin, all the time trying to hold her dress up, not to touch the ground and while she walked, she began to ask herself how could human females walk in such dresses. She remembered to have seen few movies in which women wore similar dresses as everyday's attire and now she knew that it must have been difficult for them to be in such dresses all the time. It was something she would never get used to. Or at least she thought she wouldn't.

After entering the cabin, she quickly but thoroughly checked the room for any possible threats and to her satisfaction, found that there were none. Just a second later, John entered the cabin with a big duffel bag in his hand. Cameron felt strangely reminded of how he entered the cabin in Shasta region, carrying their two bags.

"I could have carried it. It looks heavy." Cameron commented after John tossed the bag on the bed.

"Of course you could have. But I don't want you to." John grinned boyishly at her. "Now, we have to change into something nice. We have a program for this evening and nice but not too formal clothing should be appropriate."

"Where are we going, John?" Cameron tried again, not exactly hoping to get an answer at all.

"As if I would tell you and ruin my surprise." John sighed with a wide smile. Then he rummaged through the clothes in the bag and pulled out a beautiful black dress for Cameron, completely fulfilling all the criteria for a 'little black dress': "You should put this on."

Cameron tilted her head in slight confusion. It seems that we are really going to visit some performance or ball or something like that. Otherwise he wouldn't have said I should wear this dress. But she chose not to comment and took the dress from John's hands, searched in the bag for other necessary items and after she found everything she wanted, made her way towards the bathroom. "I have to use the bathroom for a while." She threw over her shoulder while already on her way to the bathroom door.

"Of course, honey. I'll change in here."

Few minutes later, in which Cameron changed into the black dress, refreshed her make-up and carefully folded her wedding dress, they were both finished with change. John now wore a nice black suit with a white shirt, however, without the tie and he looked at Cameron admiringly: "Is there any dress that you don't look stunning in?"

"No." Cameron answered self-assured and smiled at him.

"I thought so." John quickly bowed to her and pulled her into embrace. "I think I'll never get enough of holding and kissing you."

"I certainly hope so." Cameron answered in flat voice, but grinned mischievously at her husband.

John gently combed through Cameron's hair with his fingers, enjoying the silky feeling on his skin and suddenly remembered something: "Your hair looks like it looked the night we went dancing on our winter vacation. You know, the night as we first …" He suddenly blushed, and instantly got angry with himself. What's wrong with me? I'm a married man and still get embarrassed when I talk about having sex with my wife?

Cameron smiled at him and her eyes sparkled: "You remember!" She almost squealed in delight and attacked his lips with hers.

After the long, lingering kiss, she leaned back and looked deep into his eyes: "Yes, it looks like it did then. Deliberately. It was the most important day of my life until now and I wanted to remind you of it."

"I thought today would be the most important day of your life, Cam." John smiled gently while his hand slowly glided over her upper arm. Ever anew he wondered how her skin felt so silky under his fingers, so smooth and flawless.

"It is! I said that it was the most important until now." Cameron clarified.

John nodded and reluctantly pulled out of her embrace: "We should get going if we want to be on time."

Without saying anything more, they left the room and after John returned the key, they continued their journey.

Few hours later, they were already in Vancouver and Cameron looked around curiously and yet still very carefully. She felt slightly uneasy being in the big city again and not being able to be 100% sure that there were no threats.

John drove like he would know exactly where they were heading and how they'd get there.

"Have you ever been here before, John?" Cameron looked at him with questioning eyes.

"No, but I've memorized the exact route to our destination." John answered and looked at her for a brief moment. "We're almost there." Almost immediately after saying it, he turned into a parking garage under a big building.

Cameron knew that he still wouldn't tell her anything, so she didn't even ask him where they were. Instead she tried to compare the building with the data she had on Vancouver, just to find out that she had very few data about this city.

After John found free parking space, he switched off the engine and turned towards Cameron, who was still eyeing him curiously. "Well, I guess that now I can tell you where we are and why we are here."

Cameron just raised one of her eyebrows but didn't say anything, prompting him to tell her.

John grinned at her, happy that the surprise worked so well: "We're in the Queen Elizabeth's Theatre and we're going to watch a ballet performance La Bayadére." He looked at his wife expectantly.

Cameron's expression changed instantly upon hearing John's words. Her mouth fell slightly open and she looked at him with completely surprised eyes: "A ballet performance?"

"Yes. I thought that you would like to see something like this. It's said that the choreography of this performance is excellent and the dancers are supposed to be the best. And …" He trailed off, looking into her still astonished eyes, although her lips were already curling into a beaming smile. "Since you say that dance is the hidden language of the soul, I guessed that …"

He was stopped in the middle of the sentence by Cameron, launching herself at him and kissing him passionately. She didn't care about the dress, the confined space in the car, she simply hugged her husband fiercely and kissed him.

After she finally let his lips go, she whispered: "Thank you! I love your surprise."

John couldn't help but smile wide at Cameron, who was now acting like an anxious school girl, expecting to see something beautiful. "Let's go then."

Cameron nodded and exited the car before John could even open the door. She stood there impatiently, waiting for him to join her to go to the lifts, which would bring them to the main lobby of the theatre.

It didn't take them too long to get to their seats and Cameron noticed that they had the best positions on the balcony, giving her completely unhindered view to the stage. After they took their seats, she turned to John and gave him a beaming smile while squeezing his hand gently: "Thank you!"

John, who was meanwhile looking around and admiring the architecture of the hall, turned to her and was just about to ask her why she thanked him again, as he reminded himself that she was probably touched by his idea. He knew that Cameron didn't have many things that would make her happy, apart from him, and ballet was one of those very few things. So he just smiled back and bowed to her to give her a kiss. "Enjoy the show, honey."

Cameron wanted to answer, but was cut off by the clapping of the spectators. The conductor was already making his way towards his spot in front of the orchestra and Cameron saved her answer for later. She joined the others and clapped.

Soon after the music began and first dancers appeared on the stage, John cast a look at his wife. He was expecting to see her cool face, watching the show with some interest, but he got to see Cameron whom he definitely didn't expect. She gazed at the stage with slightly opened mouth, her eyes so focused on the dancers that she didn't even realize that he was watching her. Her face reflected awe and she seemed so engrossed in the music and dancing, that John had to involuntarily gasp quietly.

She heard the soft gasp and turned to him to check if everything was OK, but returned her gaze towards the stage almost instantly.

John now knew that he hit a jackpot with this idea. He relaxed, leaned back and decided he'd enjoy the show. Cameron, on the other hand, was even leaning slightly forward, as if she would want to be closer to the stage, trying not to miss a single thing that happened on the stage. She thought that she was lucky to be able to multitask. The humans definitely missed some details, while being focused on something else.

No words were exchanged during the show and after the first act Cameron was so heavily impressed that she couldn't stop talking about the beautiful show. Even during the second break, she was still completely engrossed in the performance.

After the show ended, the artists and musicians earned standing ovations and Cameron was all too glad to join the rest, clapping overwhelmed by the performance.

They remained silent during their walk to the garage and Cameron clutched possessively at John's hand. After they entered the lift, miraculously alone, she launched herself at him and hugged him fiercely: "Thank you John! This was the most beautiful performance I could imagine. Thank you!"

John was a little taken aback by the fierceness of Cameron's reaction. But he also felt pride that he managed to surprise his wife with such beautiful thing. He hugged her back and looked into her shiny eyes: "Cameron, you deserve only the best and you'll get only the best. I'm happy that you enjoyed it."

Cameron smiled dreamily at him, gave him a quick kiss on the lips and pulled a little back in his arms: "And where are we going now?"

John grinned at her, winked conspiratorially and exclaimed with amused voice: "You'll see, my beautiful wife, you'll see!"

XXXXXXXXXX

"Edward has Cameron's telephone number and he'll call her and arrange the meeting as soon as we agree upon some details." The man with the pony tail sat at the table, one arm resting on it and holding a burning cigarette, while he had the other arm carefully nestled in the lap. He looked at the other people sitting at the table with determined eyes.

There were three other people in the room, all seated around the table. Edward, the companion of the man with the pony tail was sitting at his right hand, and on the left side of the man, who called himself "The Beaver", sat a petite female in her mid twenties with long wavy dark, almost black hair, big deep brown eyes and slightly olive tanned skin. She was obviously at least partly a Latina. If one would look at her carefully, they couldn't miss the certain resemblance to Cameron Phillips, now Cameron Connor, although it was really just a small resemblance. No one would ever confuse them for being related, even if they wouldn't know Cameron's true nature.

The last man at the table was a dark haired mountain of the man, clearly over six feet tall and built like a bear. His huge hands were peacefully resting on the table, but just one look at them would convince the spectator that he could squeeze the life out of a human being with his bare hands. His face was marred with two ugly scars, giving him a grim and dangerous look, even though his grey eyes shone vividly and revealed a kindred spirit in this huge body.

The woman turned to The Beaver and spoke with a slight frown on her face: "How do we know that these Cameron and John will be up to the task? I mean … OK, Cameron is the one from the future, but John is just a teenager. He never had any real combat experience and I'm not sure if he won't freeze when things get ugly."

The mountain of a man nodded and added with slight annoyance: "I agree with Isabel. She's got the point." He paused and looked at everyone at the table before continuing: "Look … we all know how to fight the metal, hell, we all know how to fight humans too. He, on the other hand, never saw a real war. His mother neither. I'm not sure if we shouldn't pull this action alone."

Edward shook his head resolutely: "Lesley, you're right about him not being involved in any war action until now. But he has some experience and as far as I'm concerned, he's still John Connor. Besides … we should never forget that he has Derek Reese and Cameron with him, both from the future. As far as Cameron's concerned … I've been with her and we managed to destroy a highly secure military base, being guarded by elite troops and she didn't even break a sweat. No, we'll go on with the plan as agreed."

The Beaver nodded: "I understand your reservations. I've never met this John before, but I've had some experience with Cameron." He paused and looked like he would debate with himself if he should say something or not. "I've had some heavy disputes with her in the future. I'm not sure if this is the same one or an alternate version, but I know that she's more than up to the task. We all together combined don't represent any threat to her. I'm reasonably sure that she knows what John is capable of and, if it's true what Ed says…" He looked towards Edward, who confirmed his unspoken question with a simple nod. "Well, then I trust him. And her."

Isabel looked slightly unconvinced: "Sure, that's all right and nice but I'm still not sure."

"Just give him a chance. Meet him, talk to him, see him in action and then pass your judgment, OK?" Edward looked at her, just a trace of annoyance noticeable in his voice: "Besides, it's not like we wouldn't know who's in charge of the operation, right?" He challenged her with half closed eyes.

Isabel hung her head for a second, but then a sly smile spread across her lips as she returned her gaze towards Edward: "We most definitely do. You remind me of it every now and then." Her smile widened and a hint of snow white teeth behind her full lips made her face almost glow.

Edward's expression softened and he grinned at her: "It's not my fault that you need reminding every now and then." He stressed the last words, repeated from her sentence. "Corporal!" He added stressing the single word.

Lesley grinned from ear to ear while he listened to the almost friendly exchange of opinion between their commanding officer and a stubborn Isabel. "Easy, Isabel! We all know just how stubborn you are. But sometimes you should take a step back to get further."

Isabel returned his grin: "I am what I am. Being stubborn is one of my virtues." She paused and added with grin vanished from her face: "It had saved my sorry ass quite a few times. So … I'm not planning on changing."

Edward laughed aloud: "We wouldn't want you to change, Isabel. We like you the way you are."

Everyone laughed, even Isabel, although she felt a little odd. She wasn't used to be considered like that. Edward and the others were indeed different than her former combat comrades who initially saw just a cute chick in her but after getting to know the real Isabel, shunned her for her stubbornness, straightforwardness and sharp tongue. Everyone respected her for her combat skills, but they left it by that.

Edward pulled a phone from his pocket and dialed a number. After few seconds, he obviously reached the person he had been calling: "Cameron, it's me, Edward. We need to talk."

XXXXXXXXXX

Intruding ringing of the phone literally threw John out of the bed, but before he could even see what was going on, a slender arm reached from under the sheets and snatched the phone from the night stand.

"Yes?" Cameron was as crisp and cold as always when she answered the phone. She already knew that it was Edward who was calling her and it annoyed her, while making her curious at the same time. She didn't expect him to call her so soon.

She listened to what he had to tell her and after he finished, she answered, while looking in John's direction: "I'll send you the coordinates where to meet. Tomorrow at seven pm there. Don't be late!" She severed the connection, tapped few commands and data into the phone and put it then back on the night stand.

"Who was that?" John was now fully awake and he frowned at his wife.

"Edward. The soldier from the future who helped me escape from the base. He and his team are coming here to meet us."

"His timing is really rotten!" John complained, although not exactly seriously.

"Yes. But we still have a fight to …" Cameron tried to explain, but was cut short by John.

"I know that all Cameron! I wasn't being exactly serious. I know my priorities … our priorities." His face was completely serious. "But it still sucks that he calls you on our small wedding trip. I wouldn't want to call this a honeymoon."

"Yes. It sucks. But it would be even worse, had he called in the middle of the night." Cameron smiled at her husband seductively. "While we were engaged in … other … activities."

John grinned at her and rolled his eyes exasperatedly: "Don't even remind me of that possibility. It would definitely be a case for a court marshal."

"And I'd be the prosecutor!" Cameron added while skidding closer to John, who was now sitting on the bed, leaning against the headrest.

"With me as a judge, I guess his chances to be found innocent would be close to nonexistent." John opened his arm and pulled Cameron to his side. "It was the most passionate night we've ever had, my dear wife."

"Maybe that's because we are married now?"

"What would that have to do with passion?" John furrowed his brows.

"It's official now. We don't have to hide anymore."

"As if we would have hidden it before!" John snorted in contempt while leaning to her and kissing her tenderly. "By the way … good morning, my beautiful."

"Good morning to you too, my precious." Cameron smiled at him and her hand gently stroked his cheek. "Are we going back now?"

"Yes. But we'll make another stop on our way. Somewhere." John added the last word hastily as he saw Cameron's mouth opening to ask him about the next stop of this little trip. "I hope that this was satisfactory." He showed around the big room with his hand, "I guess that there's a breakfast waiting for us." He pointed towards the door, clearly leading into another room.

"More than satisfactory even. You didn't have to do it. We could have stayed at the cabin and enjoyed the first day of our marriage." Cameron continued to tenderly stroke his cheek and gazed at him lovingly.

"No, we couldn't. Then you wouldn't have seen the ballet performance, which, if my memory serves me well, you enjoyed very much." John's voice got a little husky undertone.

"Correct. But you didn't have to book a suite in Rosewood Hotel Georgia. It's one of the best in the city and I suppose, also quite expensive."

John stopped Cameron from talking further by kissing her again. "I've already told you for a few times my princess: you deserve only the best. Besides … I'm not planning on letting you go, so this is highly probably the only time I'll ever get married. So … humor me!"

Cameron nestled herself against his torso and began drawing imaginary lines across his skin. She felt how he shivered a little upon her finger touching his skin and turned at him: "Am I making you uncomfortable, John?" her big brown pools gazed at him a little insecure, but her lips were curled in a barely visible sly smile.

"No, you're making something quite the opposite. You make my blood flow in the lower parts of my body instead to my brain." John whispered huskily in her ear, while his hand began to glide down her shoulder and under her armpit, slowly advancing to her perfect breasts.

"Is that so? And I thought we were going to have a breakfast." Cameron's sly smile was now very well visible and her voice got that throaty tone, making it clear what she wanted.

John's hand finally reached its destination and he cupped her breast gently, causing her to gasp in delight: "Breakfast can wait!"

XXXXXXXXXX

The red haired woman in elegant clothes sat on the chair behind the table and faced a man, sitting across her. They both had completely blank faces. Expressionless would be understatement. Their faces resembled the masks.

"So, you think that we should give John Connor a chance to prove himself?" The woman's voice resembled her face: cold, emotionless, flat. The structure of her sentence might be a question, but it surely didn't sound like a question, more like a fact.

The man nodded and on his face a creepy smile appeared: "Yes, I do. I have faith that he could be the one to destroy my brother."

"Really? Why?"

"While I was under attack from my brother, I could extract some pieces of data, proving that my brother is very much afraid of John Connor. Therefore I deduced the possibility for him to be the right one, as very high." The man's voice, just like the woman's carried no emotions.

The woman thought for a second and then nodded: "Very well, John Henry. Then we shall allow him to try to fulfill his destiny. But our cooperation will come at a price."

John Henry tilted his head, not unlike Cameron used to do when she was confused: "What price, Mrs. Weaver?"

A sly smirk spread across Weaver's face, however staying well away from her eyes: "A price that will change his life forever."

"I'm not sure if it's wise to request something like that. He might not be prepared to pay the requested price. What if he rejects your offer? What will you do then?" John Henry's head tilted a little more and a slight note of confusion could be heard in his voice.

Mrs. Weaver raised her arm from the table and it instantly formed into a long, silver shining spear, reaching over John Henry's shoulder. "I have my ways of being persuasive." Her voice carried a tiniest hint of smug contempt.

Catherine Weaver may have been dead for a while now, but the T-1001, posing as her, was still very much alive and in the game. She knew that she was the most powerful terminator in this timeline and made no secret of her pride and self assurance that she was the best.

John Henry straightened his head and looked at the silver spear, now slowly retracting and morphing back into an arm: "Maybe not the subtlest way of showing your superiority, Mrs. Weaver. According to the psychological profile of Sarah and John Connor, they react rather unpredictable when faced with a threat."

"I'll handle the situation." Arrogance was definitely one of emotions that T-1001 knew how to express and this specimen, going under the name of Mrs. Catherine Weaver, was no exception to the rule.

"Don't forget that they have a TOK-715 with them. She won't hesitate to protect them at the cost of her life."

"Oh, I don't think that John Connor would allow her that. He's too emotionally attached to her. However, she's part of the plan." If possible, Mrs. Weaver's voice became even more arrogant than before. "Besides, TOK-715 is no match for me."

John Henry looked at Mrs. Weaver for a second and then gave her his creepy smile: "I know. I just wanted to point out that we should be careful. We need them just as much as they need us. None can fight the Kaliba alone. My experiences with their AI, my brother, tell me that we need all the help we can get. And trying to forge an alliance under threats isn't the best way to start something."

Mrs. Weaver tilted her head, just like John Henry did only few second ago and looked at his face thoughtfully for a second: "You've got more understanding of human psychology than I anticipated."

"Well, then it looks like Mr. Ellison taught me well." John Henry answered, without wiping the smile from his face.

"We'll see." Mrs. Weaver abruptly stood up and left the room, leaving John Henry staring after her, still smiling.

XXXXXXXXXX

"Here we are, Cameron." John steered the car towards a parking lot, where some other cars were already parked. The weather was playing along with his intentions and the sun shone from the skies, only here and there scattered small clouds made their way into distance, travelling with the wind.

"Where are we?" Cameron asked. She could hear the distant sound of the waves, tumbling over on the beach and she suspected that they would go down to it. She noticed however, that John packed no bathing suits and it made her wonder why would they go to the beach without anything to put on. But she decided to ask this question later.

"Wreck Beach." Answered John laconically, while exiting the car and grabbing a bag with towels from the back seat. "Are you coming?" He stretched his hand towards Cameron and grinned slyly.

Cameron decided to allow him another surprise. Everything that happened after the wedding ceremony was a surprise for her and she had to admit that she liked these surprises. Unlike the ones, occurring in the battle against their archenemy. So she clambered out of the car, gladly accepted John's hand and they started towards the beach.

John cast Cameron an admiring look: "You look gorgeous, Cam."

Cameron quickly glanced down at her attire and looked back at her husband smiling: "Thank you. So I made the right choice?"

"Hell yeah!" John's eyes slowly took in her appearance. She wore pale blue sleeveless T-shirt, hugging her curves tightly, short, very short, denim shorts, allowing his eyes unhindered look at her long smooth legs and white sneakers to complete the appearance of a sexy young woman. "You look stunning!"

Cameron smiled satisfied, knowing that she made the right choice and uttered the question that bothered her: "John? We have no bath suits in the bag. Are we not going to the beach?"

"Sure we are." John answered only the second part of her question and smiled mysteriously.

"And?" Cameron was well aware that he was avoiding the answer to her question.

"You'll see!" John maintained his smile and didn't want to say anything more.

Cameron actually huffed a little for not getting the desired answer, but then decided to allow John a little more time. Maybe there's a possibility to rent a bath suit on the beach? She almost shuddered at the thought that she might be forced to put on some bikini that had been worn by many other women before.

After few minutes they reached the beach, where few people already occupied their spots. Cameron suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and her mouth opened slightly in surprise. "John?"

John grinned wide and turned to her: "Yes, Cameron?"

She remained silent for a few seconds and then turned her eyes to look at John: "These people are naked!"

"Yes, they are. And?"

"Isn't it against the law to bath naked?"

"Not here on this beach. Here the clothing is optional."

Cameron's expression slowly changed from astonished into mischievous and her eyes began to sparkle like diamonds while her mouth stretched into a sly smile: "You want to see me naked?"

"Uh … oh … well, yeah, that was the general idea." John was suddenly stuttering, but regained his self control quickly. "That's something I would like to do more often."

Cameron already grabbed the edge of her T-shirt to pull it over her head, but John quickly grabbed her arm to stop her: "STOP! Cameron, we have to pass that point, see?" He pointed towards a sign, about twenty meters ahead of them, saying "Clothing optional on the beach ahead".

"So, I may not take my clothes off before we pass the sign?" Cameron inquired.

"Yes, not before that point." John's cheeks were slightly red. Oh my God! I have to be careful. She always takes the things so literally!

"Thank you for explaining." Cameron breathed gently into his ear, but then broke in a run towards the sign.

"Cameron, wait! I'm not as fast as you!" John yelled after her, but without any effect. Cameron was running towards the sign and before he could even start, she was already there, stopping abruptly at it and turning back to look for him.

He jogged after her and as soon as he reached her, he hastily said, before Cameron would come to some stupid thoughts again: "Let's find a more private piece of beach. It's quite crowded here. There we'll take our clothes off."

Cameron swept the beach and turned to him frowning: "It's not crowded. I can count only 32 people on the beach."

"Well, yeah, not exactly the crowd, but I'd still like to be somewhere more private. I wouldn't want the guys to drool over you." John definitely didn't want the other guys to look at Cameron's naked body lustfully.

"Selfish!" Cameron gently slapped his hand and then caught it with hers. "But I like it!"

John just smiled and started along the beach: "Right! Let's find a nice place." After few steps, he noticed a group of young guys, obviously all very aware of their chiseled bodies and turned to Cameron: "Don't look to open at them. They might get a wrong impression."

Cameron, who was sweeping the area with her eyes, turned to John curiously: "Who?" Then she noticed the group and took a good look at them, not missing the way they returned her gaze with all too suggesting smiles for her taste. "Oh, them!" She decided to tease John a little.

John pressed through clenched teeth darkly: "Yes. Them!"

Cameron deliberately let her eyes linger on the group for a few seconds more, before turning to John: "Jealous?"

John sighed heavily: "No." Pause and slight fidgeting. "OK, well, yes, a little!"

Cameron giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek: "You don't have to be, John! I gave myself to you and no one else until the day I die, remember?"

John's face relaxed and he smiled at her wide: "I know. It's just in human nature to be jealous. A little bit. But I trust you completely and I know you'd never do anything to hurt me deliberately."

"No, I wouldn't. I'd rather die than hurt you. In any way." Cameron linked her arm with his and pressed her head against his shoulder. "Let's find that place already. I'd like to feel how it is to bath naked."

TBC