Night Life
Rating: T for Tease (May be Questionable)
Disclaimer: I don't own TSCC.
Author Notes: Come on, Cameron's gotta have more of a Night Life then going to the Library and doing Laundry. I wrote this on a whim so it's un-beta-ed. I did the best I could. ENJOY?
John closed his tired eyes urging himself to slip into unconsciousness.
But they open again; bloodshot and feeling no better then when he closed them.
The house was quiet tonight. With the only exception of her foot steps of course. The steady sounds her feet made used to calm him. To him they used to sound like a heartbeat.
She didn't have a heart. A sardonic smile crossed his lips. That was made painfully clear on his birthday and John wasn't some hormonal teen with a crush.
Eyes still open and mind still wide awake he turned over trying to find a more comfortable position.
He let out a sigh. He failed miserably, grabbing his phone he scrolled down his contact list for Riley. His thumb was already on his send button, when the screen flashed low battery and became black.
Frustrated he snapped his phone closed walking to his dresser. He charged his phone and pulled on a pair of dark jeans, then his boots.
This wouldn't be the first time he sunk out to see her.
Exiting his room he crepes down the hallway. In the dark he found his way to the stairs leading to the living room but stops at the top of the stairs.
The machine steps into his line of vision. Leaning himself against the wall as he waited for her to pass.
His breath hitched when she stopped in front of him half expecting her to look up at him. No such eye contact came, the front door opens and her small frame disappears into the night.
Anger swelled up in his chest as he pushes himself from the wall and follows her out. The door closes behind him. Already spotting her ten yards away he follows her his pulse quickening.
'Where's she going?' He thinks to himself. But something told him she wasn't skipping her way to the library that's for sure. He snorted at the obscurity of thought.
Before long he found himself in downtown Los Angeles. Street lamps were lightly lit. He dodged glances at the people around him. Reminding him of the last time he followed her.
'Was she going back there?' The thought crossed his mind as she rounded the corner. He took longer strides to keep up but stopped at the corner.
She stopped in front of a night club. But instead of being in the back of the line she was in front of it. Where a muscular man stood, he eyed her though his dark shades.
A sweet smile passes her lips and it sent ice down John's veins. It wasn't like the smile she gave him in New Mexico. But he that didn't stop him from glaring.
Protest from both the crowd and his lips the bouncer unhooks the velvet ropes and lets her pass. The door vibrated as she passed.
The club doors close behind her when John's feet finally began to move. His feet were on auto pilot his while his brain formed a plan to get in. He walked pass the line till he was at the back of the club.
He quickly finds what he's looking for and pulls. The door doesn't budge. His hand falls to his side leaning the wall he slumps to the floor closest to the door.
'What the hell am I doing here?'
Not caring that his jeans were becoming dirty in the process. Frustrated his leg stretched forward and kicks a metal trash can.
The sound of startled him, but not as much as the sound as the club door swinging open. He gets to his feet his hands on the corners of the door. A couple rushed out and John's face flushes. He tries not to look at them to much. They were still entangled in each other.
He brushes pass them but not before the woman lets out a moan. The sound rocks hard against him. But soon dissolves as the door closes behind him and drowns in the vibrations of the music.
It was dark inside the club than it was in the alley. But it doesn't take long before his eyes adjust and he scans the crowd seeing the bodies bumping and grinding against each.
Adrenaline pulses through him as he pushes through. Sweat drops down from his head to the back of his neck then slides down the spine of his back.
'Keep moving.' His blood boils and he stops.
He finds her.
He sees her small frame swaying in the music. She wasn't dancing with anyone in particular. But for the third time that night anger rose in his chest. His hand wraps against her small wrist, pulling her hard against his chest.
She must have known it was him because she lands softly against him.
Throwing him into another loop her soft body rocked hard against him. She wasn't struggling, she was still dancing.
John doesn't move.
Her small back pressed against his torso as she swayed. His hand at her wrist finds its way to the exposed skin between her skirt and top. He releases her and her fingers presses at the back of his neck. Sweat from pours from his body to her hand. She keeps it in placed as they rock back and forth against each other.
During the movement John's hand slips from her abdomen to her tight jean skirt and slips further to the naked flash of her leg. The connection sends a jolt.
Cameron is the first to pull away and looks up at him. John's search his brain for the look her brown were giving him but comes up short.
Cold air touches the back of him and he blinks in his surroundings. They were outside in the back alley. She must have leaded him out, he reasoned.
Sharp pain in his back causes him to look at her. His back was against the wall. Unlike that time at the halfway house, Cameron's hand wasn't on his shoulder. It was over his heart.
Her palm flat against it as his breath came out uneven. She leaned in and their eyes locked stopping inch from his.
Time stops for the two of them green eye stare into brown.
Cameron mouth begins to open. But in that split second John lips crashes into hers. His eye's closed.
She doesn't react at first.
John presses harder moving his lips against hers. The hand on his chest begins to moves. It doesn't push him away and finds it away back to the back of his neck.
Soon John is fighting for dominance.
John's body was on fire.
This kiss didn't even come close to the one with Riley. That sloppy dry mouth kiss couldn't compare and John was starting to feel feeling dizzy.
Somewhere in the kiss her free hand joined the one around his neck while his own fell to her sides.
His thumbs brush her midriff exposing her more to the night air.
Cameron lips parted and her tongue licked his bottom lip begging for entrance. Skillfully, she opened his mouth with hers. Her hot tongue fighting his.
While his mouth is being dominated John explores her body. His hand slipped under her top. The palms of his hand on her ribcage the tips of his fingers already at the soft cotton fabric of her bra.
He stops. John's eyes shot open.
Pressure was building inside his body fighting for release.
The whole time they were kissing John wasn't breathing and his lungs were starved of oxygen.
Cameron's face was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.
Sunshine shined through the curtains of his room when John woke up, alone to the sound of his phone ringing.
"Yeah?" His voice came out husky and out of breath.
"Good mornin' to you too." Riley's voice sarcastic as usual from his phone.
He leaned back down on his bed but found it hard to listen this morning. Lazily he stretches out but finds resistance in his legs.
"John?" The phone slips off his ear.
He was still wearing his jeans.
End of Night Life.