Skin and Chrome

(John/Cameron)

-Post What He Beheld (AU)

It was a day after the car bomb. His mom and Derek had just left to start hunting down Sarkissian and the Turk, leaving him and Cameron alone in a motel room in San Diego, far enough away so that if anyone were looking they would be hard to find.

John sat down at a small table and looked around the room. Pale white walls and a light brown carpet. One bed and a small bathroom. No TV. Overall the room was clean though somewhat shabby, but for what they were paying that was to be expected. He and Cameron each had a bag of clothes and other items, plus his laptop, the hard drive they'd taken from Sarkissian, and about a thousand dollars in cash. And of course guns with enough bullets to fight a small war.

John glanced over at Cameron. She was standing at the window, peering through the drapes at the parking lot below. The right side of her face was covered in bandages and she wore jeans and a dark sweater with the hood pulled up, all to hide the injuries she had received when the jeep had exploded around her. She had assured them that there had been no damage to her endoskeleton, and that her flesh would heal in time. Until then though she had to avoid going out if at all possible until she had healed enough to pass for human again, which was the main reason it had been decided that she and John would hide out.

After a few moments she turned away from the window and went over to her bag, opening it and pulling out medical supplies. Then she took off her sweater and removed the bandages covering her face. Beneath the white tank top and gray cotton bra her torso was a mixture of burned flesh and exposed metal, the damage especially bad on her back and arms. Despite this John still found a part of himself admiring her beauty. After he found out what she really was John had told himself that any attraction he felt to her was despite the fact she was a terminator, that it was just hormones reacting to what looked like an attractive female body. But if that were true then the sight of her now, with the bright silver of her endoskeleton showing in at least a dozen places, should turn him off. But if he was being honest with himself he actually found the sight strangely intriguing.

John wrenched his gaze away from her and bent over to pick up his laptop, putting it and the hard drive on the table. He turned the computer on and connected the hard drive to it, searching through its files again, looking for information that might help his mother and Derek. After about ten minutes he absentmindedly glanced over at Cameron for a split second. A moment later his head whipped back around so fast he felt his neck pop. Cameron was sitting on the bed facing him, tending to her wounds. But what had grabbed his attention was the fact that since he had last looked at her she had removed both her top and bra. At present she was dabbing antiseptic into a small wound just below her left breast. Her front had received far less damage then her back, there were some cuts and burns, but below her neck and shoulders no metal gleamed through damaged flesh. And at that moment John couldn't help but notice how her breasts seemed especially untouched, a small burn near the top of her right mammary being the only blemish on her otherwise perfect bosoms.

He stared at her for several long moments as his brain tried futilely to restart it's higher functions. Finally conscious thought returned to him and he managed to summon the willpower to tear his eyes away from her nudity.

"Cameron," he chocked out as he gazed unseeingly at his computer screen, trying to erase the sight of her breasts from his memory. He cleared his throat and repeated her name, this time his voice coming out more evenly. "If you need to take off your clothes, do it in the bathroom."

After a moment the cyborg responded. "I can protect you better in here. Besides, that was you mother's rule. I didn't think you'd mind."

John barely held back a laugh. 'Oh, I didn't say I minded,' "I think she meant for you to follow it all the time, not just when she's around," 'And defiantly when I'm around.'

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," Cameron responded smartly.

John clenched his teeth. "Cameron," he said with exasperation, "I need to look through the files on this hard drive, and I can't do that very well with you… distracting me." At least his annoyance was starting to drown out his arousal. Slightly.

"How am I distracting you?" Cameron asked, her voice convincingly tinged with confusion. 'Oh for fuck's sake! She cannot be THAT clueless.'

"CAMERON! either put on a fucking shirt or get in the goddamn bathroom!"

"Oh," Cameron responded softly, as if finally understanding something. John almost looked at her, but managed to stop himself. There was silence for a moment, then he heard the clang of bed springs as the cyborg rose to her feet. However instead of going to the bathroom she padded over to him, the sounds of her booted feet against the carpet sounding loud and clear in his suddenly hypersensitive ears. He could feel her standing right next to him, his entire body tingling with her nearness.

John swallowed. "Cameron…"

"You're aroused."

John felt himself suddenly go still. "What?"

"You find my state of undress sexually stimulating," Cameron elaborated simply.

John snapped. He flew to his feet and spun around to face her full on, knocking his chair away in the process. "YEAH, AS IT TURNS OUT TITS GIVE ME A FUCKING HARD-ON LIKE ANY OTHER GUY!" he screamed, "Now you know! You've discovered another stunning aspect of human behavior! Congratulations! Now fuck off and put on a shirt!"

"Keep you voice down," Cameron reprimanded him evenly. "We don't want to attract attention." John took a deep breath, fighting the sudden urge to grab his laptop and break it over her head. Before he could formulate an appropriate response she spoke again. "I didn't realize that in my current state you would still find me sexually attractive. However I need to tend to my wounds if I am to heal as quickly as possible, and as I said, I can protect you better in here."

John felt some of his anger leave him. Unfortunately this meant he was finding it harder to keep his gaze from wandering below her face. But as he continued to look at her he suddenly found himself transfixed by the sight of her. Much of the skin on the right side of her face was missing or burned, the metal on that side of her jaw almost completely exposed. He knew he should find the sight horrifying, repulsive, and if it where any other terminator he almost certainly would have. But her, with her he found the dichotomy of flesh and metal enthralling. And part of him found that fascination sickening, almost wishing he would go back to the relative safety of drooling over her tits.

"John?" Cameron said his name questioningly, her head tilting to the side.

"Your…" John shook his head. "How are you doing?"

"My condition has remand unchanged since you asked me this morning."

"Right."

"Can you…" Cameron hesitated. "I need your help. The damage to my back is far more severe, and there are areas I cannot reach or easily see. We can go in the bathroom if that helps." Cameron offered questioningly.

Despite himself John laughed. "It doesn't really mater where we are, it's just you being… undressed in the same room as me. And this will probably be easier on the bed."

"I see," Cameron said, then turned around and went over to the bed. However instead of lying face down on it she sat and began working on her boots.

John quickly turned away from her, her distance making it much harder to look her in the eyes without noticing any of her other… attributes.

"Cameron," he said slowly, "what are you doing?"

"The damage extends below my waist, I must be completely naked for you to access it."

"Comp- completely?" John said, his voice cracking.

"Yes. Don't worry, the damage to my pelvic region was much more severe than to my tits, hopefully you will not find it as distracting."

John nodded. 'Tits. Lovely, I've taught her a new word. Now all I need is for her to say it in front of mom. Hopefully the horror will kill me before she does.' He stared resolutely at the opposite wall, trying to pretend he wasn't aware of every sound Cameron made as she disrobed. After a minute there was silence, then she spoke his name.

Feeling a dizzying mix of excitement and dread John turned to face her. She was standing again, looking back at him impassively. After a moment he yielded to temptation and let his gaze slowly scan the length of her body. Her feet and lower shins were surprisingly unscathed, the damage starting suddenly at her calves. It was usually worse on the right half of her body, and while she was correct, much of the flesh around her hips was burned or missing, John couldn't help but notice that the folds of her sex appeared unblemished. He wasn't actually sure how long he stood there staring at her pussy, however he suddenly realized that she was calling his name.

John's eyes snapped up to her face guiltily, however it was to find her looking back at him with mild curiosity. "Are you readily to begin?"

"As I'll ever be."

Cameron turned and laid face down on the bed, and after a moment John went over to her. He looked through the small bag of medical supplies she had brought, finding a bottle of antiseptic, bandages, and what appeared to be a scalpel.

"What do I do?" he asked after a moment, turning his gaze to examine her body.

"First use the scalpel to remove any tissue that has been irreparable damaged. Flesh that has been blackened or is leathery with a white or brown coloration. Then apply the iodine to the less damaged tissue and cover with bandages to reduce the risk of infection."

"Okay. What do I do with the skin I… remove."

"The wastebasket should be fine, though we will have to remember to empty it ourselves."

"Right," The wastebasket was standing by the bedside cabinet, and John reached down and dragged it over next to him. Then he picked up the scalpel and after a moments hesitation began to work. He found that he was moistly able to focus on the task at hand, for the moment putting aside any distractions. At least until he got lower. While the flesh of her buttocks was not undamaged, as far as he could tell none of it needed to be removed, and as he worked with the antiseptic and bandages John found himself unable to ignore the fact he was looking at and touching her ass. In fact if he let his eyes slid a little further (which he did more then once) he could even see the back of her pussy.

Finally Cameron spoke. "I should be able to tend to the rest on my own."

"Alright," John said, putting away medical supplies. However when he was finished instead of moving away he found his hand returning to her back, caressing undamaged skin and bare metal. For a long moment Cameron gave no reaction, simply continuing to lie there as he touched her.

Finally she spoke again. "You find me attractive," she said simply.

John yanked his hand away, reeling with the sudden realization of what he had been doing. "We covered that already," he replied defensively.

Cameron rose up, twisting around to kneel on the bed facing him, moving carefully so as not to disturb her bandages. "Yes, because you are a guy, and my outer form is a convincing facsimile of a post-pubescent female. However I assumed the damage I sustained would dampen any attraction you felt for me. However this does not seem to be the case."

"It sounds like you put some thought into this," John replied evenly, careful to avoid looking at any part of her.

"I put thought into everything involving John Connor," Cameron responded matching his tone.

"Of course you do. Look, it doesn't matter, okay."

"I simply wish to understand."

"Me too," John stood. "Look, we're going to be stuck together in this motel room for quite a while, so will you just drop it?"

"Don't you enjoy spending time with me?"

John closed his eyes against the simplicity of her question. 'I do Cameron. Far too much, that's the problem.'

"Is it because of what I am? It makes you feel that it's wrong to be attracted to me?"

John swallowed against the lump in his throat. "It is wrong," he replied softly.

Cameron got off the bed to stand before of him, completely unashamed of her nudity. "You like me, even in this condition."

"Cameron…" John whispered almost pleadingly.

"You are attracted to… me. Not just my body, but… me."

John's eyes suddenly snapped to hers, drowning in her gaze as a silent war raged through his mind and heart. They looked at each other for a long time, neither of them apparently knowing what to do or say next. Finally Cameron spoke.

"Do you want me to put my clothes back on?"

John stared at her for a long moment; to him it seemed to stretch on forever, before slowly shaking his head.

"What do you want to do?"

While any number of idea burst through his mind, ranging from fucking her there and then to bolting from the motel room and never looking back, John found himself unable to express or act on any of them.

After a moment Cameron took hold of both his hands, gently holding them in her own before slowly, cautiously bringing them to her. The first hand she guided to her breast, the second she placed on her damaged right cheek. He reacted without thought, his first hand rubbing, squeezing, fondling; his second hand caressed her face, feeling the metal normally hidden beneath her skin. As he touched her Cameron stared back at him, her expression not her default blankness, but something he couldn't quite identify, except perhaps watchful.

As John looked back at her he suddenly realized that her lips were also undamaged. With that realization came a sudden impulse. One he acted on immediately.

When he kissed her Cameron didn't responded at first, despite the hand exploring her bare breast she was apparently unprepared for such forwardness. However she soon recovered, her hands going to his shoulders as she responded in kind.

John's hand on her face slid around to the back of her head, cradling her skull as they kissed. Her nipple, which had remained soft in the warm, un-air conditioned motel room air, had hardened under his touch. As he kissed her John cupped her breast in his palm, feeling the weight of her supple flesh.

He jumped when he suddenly felt her hand against his crotch, firmly squeezing his arousal through his jeans. He pulled his mouth back from hers, looking at her face as as she rubbed his erection. After a moment he stepped away, then pulled off his shirt. He tried to kick off his shoes, but when it became apparent they wouldn't go easily he decided he didn't care and instead undid his pants, pushing them and his boxers down past his knees.

He shuffled back to her and Cameron reach out with her left hand to take hold of his cock.

"No," John said intercepting her hand with his own. "The other one."

Cameron held up her right hand, all the skin burned away from her middle, ring, and little fingers, as well as the first half of her index finger. Then those fingers where pressing up against his testicles, stroking his balls with bare metal.

John gasped at the feeling of her cool metal fingers gently fondling his balls. They gazed at each other as she explored him, each watching the others reactions. Then her hand moved from his sac to his erection, his cock twitching at the contact.

"Cameron," John moaned, his eyes briefly closing as she drew her fingers up and down his shaft. He opened his eyes a moment later to find she was no longer looking at him, instead staring down at her hand on his cock. John followed her gaze, his eyes confirming what he had been feeling, cold, silvery metal fingertips pressing up against the underside of his shaft while the relatively warmer undamaged skin of her thumb rubbed the topside.

"You're enjoying this?" John looked up at the question to find Cameron watching him again.

John nodded. "Yeah, it feels great. Better then great."

"It's smoother then I would have expected."

"It, you mean my, ah-"

"Penis," Cameron answered softly. While her right hand moved to explore the end of his cock her left came up to firmly wrap around the base. "I can feel your pulse through it."

John's only response was a heavy breath as he watched his protector stroke his cock, her undamaged hand griping and rubbing up and down the bottom half of his shaft while the bare metal fingers of her other hand focused on the head of his dick, gently rolling back the foreskin to touch the glans directly.

As he watched her pleasure him John's gaze suddenly went past his cock to focus on her bare sex a few inches away. After a few moments his hand reached out, almost without conscious thought, to feel the slick, soft, warm folds of her pussy.

Cameron's hands faltered on his dick as his fingers delved into her intimate flesh. He was so engrossed in the exotic and marvelous feel of her pussy that it took him a few moments to notice that she was no longer stroking his cock, instead her hands simply holding his erect shaft.

John's own hand stilled against her pussy, though he didn't remove it, as he looked up at her face. Cameron was still looking down, though he could tell her eyes had shifted from his cock to his hand on her sex. After a moment she seemed to sense his gaze, her face coming up to look back at him, cheeks pinker then usual, lips slightly parted, and her eyes darker then he'd ever seen them.

They stared at each other for a few seconds before John started moving his fingers again. Her lips parted further. John found what he was looking for, his middle finger awkwardly pressing up into her channel, her vagina hot and wet and soft and unbelievably tight around his finger. John found himself wondered how his cock was supposed to be able to fit in her. The thought took him aback for a moment, the idea of going all the way, of having sex with her. But he'd let it come this far and it didn't seem likely he'd stop things now. And by the way Cameron was lightly rolling her hips against his hand it didn't seem she found the current course of events objectionable.

And even if she was a machine, there was no way that the way she was looking at him was anything but an invitation to fuck.

Then her hands left his cock, her right coming down to firmly grasp the wrist of the hand on her cunt and guiding it away and for a brief, far too disappointing moment John thought he'd miscalculated. Then she was raising her right leg, her knee brushing against his hip as she guided his hand to the backside of her thigh to help hold her leg up, his fingers feeling both skin and metal.

Cameron's other hand reached around to the small of his back, pulling his body to hers, the jutting length of his cock bumping then sliding against the slight lower curve of her belly. Her right hand found his hip while the one on his back returned to his cock as her whole body somehow rose up a few inches relative to his, bringing the head of his dick into contact with her pussy.

For the first time in more then a minute John's gaze broke from hers, sliding down to his cock, the head partially engulfed by her folds near the top of her slit. A small corner of the back of his mind briefly noted that she was almost standing on the toes of her left foot, though he wouldn't know it from her steady stance.

Cameron rolled her hips, sliding the head of his penis through the length of her vulva. Then she rocked back a little while her hand shifted him against her slightly and John let out a sharp gasp as he felt the end of his cock slip into her entrance.

Cameron softly called his name. After he failed to respond she repeated herself more firmly. Blinking, John somehow managed to drag his gaze away from the sight of his cock against her pussy and up at her face.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" the cyborg asked.

John almost laughed. Or groaned. Both felt like appropriate responses. Instead he nodded vigorously. "God yes," he responded, his voice tightly.

Almost immediately her left hand left his member to find his ass as her right leg curled up behind his, her calf sliding against the back of his thighs. The she was pulling his pelvis to her and his cock was sliding up into her cunt, the tight, flexing muscles of her vagina almost feeling as if they where simultaneously trying to repel him and draw him in deeper at the same time.

His pubic bone met hers and a moment later he almost instinctively rolled his hips, burying most of the last inch of his cock inside her. Cameron's hand slid up from his ass to caress his back as John took hold of her waist. Her pussy was the most wonderful thing he'd felt in his life, her channel feeling like it was made for him as her walls molded themselves around his shaft, tightly griping him and surrounded him with soft, wet, heat.

"God you feel good," John hissed as he breathed. His eyes fond hers. "Do you feel this?" he asked, at that moment finding it incomprehensible that even as a machine she would be unable to feel at least some of what he was.

Cameron nodded curtly. "I feel..." the cyborg paused for a moment. "The sensations are hard to explain."

John felt himself calming somewhat as he stood there unmoving inside her. Though he knew that wouldn't last long once they started fucking. "Does it feel good?"

Cameron gazed back at him for several long moments as she considered the question before nodding again. "But it was better when your penis was moving inside me."

John chuckled. "You mean like this?" He drew his cock partway out of her sex before somewhat clumsily pushing back in. From the way Cameron responded with another much more exuberant nod his lack of technique apparently wasn't an issue.

John fell forward against her as their hips worked, and mostly failed, to find some kind of rhythm, Cameron finding it difficult to mach his erratic thrusts and giving up after a few moments to simply respond with her own steady movements. John felt her breasts press and shift against his chest, their rise and fall slow and even with her measured, unchanging breath, soft and warm as it blew past his cheek.

Less then a minute after he started moving in her John felt his climax approaching. Cameron's hand on his back slid up to the back of his head, fingers moving though his hair before pulling his face down to her collarbone, his ragged breath hot and moist on her skin.

John moaned her name into her chest before cuming, his hips losing whatever coordination they had had before as they jerked sporadically against hers, his cock pulsed inside her cunt, pumping his seed into her infertile body.

After a minute Cameron shifted her pelvis away from his, his spent manhood slipping from her sex. She dropped her right leg to the ground as her left foot came back down flat, as her body lowered John's face slid along her neck to rest against hers, her right hand on his hip going around to rub small of his back while the other continued to massage the back of his head. She could feel his still partially hard penis against her stomach, his intimate flesh slick with their combined coital fluids.

"Was that good?" Cameron asked after a little while.

John reluctantly pulled his naked body away from hers.

"It was unbelievable," he responded. "What about you?" John asked after a moment.

"It was tight," Cameron answered promptly.

John snicker. "'It' was very tight," From the look on her face John was pretty sure she had completely missed the double entente. "And hot."

Cameron nodded in oblivious agreement. "You still have a partial erection."

John looked down at his dick. "Very partial. And not likely to become anything more for a little while," He bent down to pull his pants back up. He sat down on the bed, then looked back up at Cameron, the cyborg watching him and still very naked.

"Ssoooo," John said after a few moments.

Cameron moved a hand between her legs, brushing her fingers against her labia before bringing them up to her face.

"I'm leaking semen," she said abruptly.

John blinked at her pussy. "Yeah, I can see that," Cameron stood there for several moments studying the sticky mess on her fingers, seemingly unsure of what to do about it. Finally John let out an exasperated sigh. "Cameron, is it really that much of a risk to go into the bathroom for five minutes and clean up. I mean really, what are the odds that that will be the exact moment we get attacked, or at all for that mater."

Her eyes flitted over to him for a few moments before she dropped her hand and padded over to the bathroom, John not even trying to resist the temptation to watch her ass as she walked. Cameron entered the bathroom, not bothering to close the door behind her. John continued to watch her for a few seconds, then went about putting away the medical supplies sitting on the bed before laying down on it. At that moment he felt too warm to bother retrieving his shirt from where he'd tossed it on the foot of the bed. It took him a few moments to kick off his shoes then he rolled over onto his side facing the bathroom, though from his current position he couldn't see anything other than her shadow shifting as she moved.

A while later he awoke. Stretching, he sat up and looked around, finding Cameron sitting at the table with the laptop. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, all her visible wounds covered by bandages. John swung his legs off of the bed and onto the floor.

"How long was I asleep?"

"I was in the bathroom for almost ten minutes, you where already asleep when I came out," Cameron answered without looking away from the computer. "That was two hours and forty-seven minutes ago."

John grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, then bent over and retrieved his shoes.

Cameron looked up as he came to stand next to her. John could see from the laptop screen that she was looking through the hard drive.

"I'm going to that convenience store on the corner." John said, doing his best to make sure tone left it clear he was informing her, not asking.

"Your taking a gun?"

John sighed. "You know that's more likely to cause problems than keep me safe?"

Cameron turned her gaze back to the computer. "Either I'm going with you or your taking a gun."

John snorted. "Yeah, because a girl with half her face missing isn't going to attract any attention," He went over to one of their bags and pulled out a handgun. Sticking it in the back of his pants he then went into his own personal bag and extracted a sweater, pulling it on and feeling around the back to make sure it was adequately concealing the gun.

John went back over to her, swallowing before saying, "About what happened earlier when we, you know… had sex," Cameron looked up at him again, her expression neutral. John took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he knew he had to say. But when he spoke again 'We can't do that again,' somehow turned into "Mom and Derek can't find out."

True, but somewhat beside the large point.

Cameron turned in the chair so that she was facing him more fully.

"Is there a reason why they would?" Cameron asked.

John shifted his weight between his feet. "I guess not."

"Unless of course we continue to have a sexual relationship, then precautions would have to be taken," the cyborg added simply.

His heart froze for a second before making up for it by beating at twice its normal rate. 'We can't ever have sex again,' was what went through his mind, but all he said was, "Yeah."

Cameron's expression shifted. "So you do want to have sex again?" she asked questioningly.

His voice suddenly not working, John simply nodded. In a fairness it was true, he defiantly wanted to have sex with her again. Maybe more. Probably more. It was just that as usual what he wanted was very far from what he could or should do.

John gave a mental shake of his head. 'Fuck it.'

"I'm going to see if the store has anything worth eating that doesn't require preparation. We can… talk more about this when I get back."

Cameron's head shifted to the side. "'Talk'?"

John couldn't help but grin. "Among other things I'm sure. I shouldn't be gone more then twenty minutes or so," He made to go towards the door then stopped, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to take hold of her chin, then bending down to give her a light kiss. When he pulled away he could of sworn that her eyes where brighter then usual.

John took a deep breath. "See you in a bit," he said before going out the door, leaving a pensive Cameron behind him.