Charley Dixon stripped the bloodstained shirt from his shoulders, grimacing as he felt the sweat that had dried between it and the skin of his back pull apart. Scrunching it up inside the EMT jacket lying on the bathroom floor, he dropped both into the basket beside the door and stepped out of his underwear, leaning over the sink and staring into the mirror above it.
He scratched at the stubble which covered his chin, his hand rubbing across his eyes and forehead. Reaching into the bath he plunged his fist against the shower control; water striking the ceramic with a loud hiss at the same time as a cloud of steam rose upwards to coil against the ceiling. Charley left the bathroom for the kitchen with heavy footsteps, scratching at his short, cropped hair as he surveyed the mess of dishes stacked up all around a sink stuffed full of pans and cups.
Dozens of empty bottles of cheap spirits and cheaper beers took up most of the free space on the kitchen worktops, his tired eyes ignoring them as he opened the refrigerator and glanced inside to see nothing more than an empty milk bottle, some butter and a loaf of bread long since green and grey with decay. He sighed and shrugged, suppressing the feeling of his empty stomach grumbling.
Tracking back towards the bathroom and the steam billowing out from its open doorway, Charley craned his head around at the sound of the door buzzer sounding loudly. Sighing with frustration he leaned inside and snatched a towel from the rail, wrapping it around his thin waist and over to the small video screen mounted into the wall beside the front door.
Access to his small apartment, along with the other dozen in this block was via a single reinforced door to which every occupant was wired to the camera watching the entrance, an intercom and an access button. Security was not quite the concern it had once been when sentient robots from the future had conspired to kill him and the entire human race, but it still weighed heavily on his mind. The bitterness of those circumstances still festering deep inside.
He slapped the screen in annoyance as it displayed a mess of white noise and lines, the latest rent increase in rent apparently money badly spent. He pushed the switch down on the intercom and heard the tinny sound of cars roaring past from outside filter in. "Yeah?"
A voice that the paramedic had done his very best to forget about crackled in reply. "Charley? It's Sarah … We need to talk. Can I come in?"
He gritted his teeth, frustration threatening to boil over. She'd only ever come to him when the chips were down, when the shit had hit the fan and someone needed to pick her up again. The pit of his stomach quivered and for a moment he genuinely thought about flicking the intercom off and going back to his shower - not sure if he could be that person she needed again.
He brought his fist down on the entry button, sighing as he did so. Crossing over to a chipped wooden desk by the window he pulled open one of its drawers and slid a pistol out from the darkness, checking the magazine. If Sarah were here, that probably meant those things were here and he'd learned a painful lesson about defending himself before.
Charley strode over to answer the single knock on the door, his head snapping back brutally as a powerful fist caught him just underneath the chin as soon as he'd pulled the door halfway open. He fell backwards, spluttering and coughing, pain and confusion riddling his features. He squeezes his eyes open and shut, glancing up at the woman stepping into his apartment standing tall in high-heels and a sky-blue dress, long blonde hair spilling over her shoulders and glassy, utterly vacant eyes fixed on him.
He'd seen that expression before. She was one of them.
Pistol still held in his hand he brought his aim to bear and squeezed the trigger three times, the first round spinning a scant few inches away from the woman's ear and missing the mark while the second and third drove through her forehead and cheek, spilling not a drop of blood as they created waves in the flesh around their impact points, as if the bullets had skimmed across pools made of elemental mercury, or some other liquid metal.
Charley ignored the pain in his jaw as he rolled to the side, three more rounds missing their target completely to embed themselves in the wall behind the blonde's head and shattering a generic photograph of a cityscape hanging on the wall, sending glass shards tumbling to the floorboards. The wounds that would have killed any normal person were already invisible as the woman took two long steps to stand over him, as if he the bullets had never struck her.
The hot, clear water circling the bath's drain from the shower nozzle above was buried under a thick pall of masonry dust and fist-sized chunks of plaster, exploding out from the wall that separated the bathroom from the living room. The tiles which lined the side of the bath itself cracked under the weight of the body which crashed through, arms falling imply into the dirty grey water and head lolling to the side to reveal a red stain, where it had struck the tile behind.
The Terminatrix strode through the large hole in the ruined wall, breaking through the occasional warped piece of wood still stretching across the gap. Lifting an arm that had transformed into a bristling cannon, Skynet held the maw of the glinting weapon under the concussed Charley's chin and lifted his eyes up to meet pitiless green orbs.
"Where is Sarah Connor?" She asked mechanically.
"You're like a Swiss army knife huh?" He laughed, his chuckle descending into painful coughs as a trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. "Can't you rustle up a clue on the end of that arm?"
Skynet cocked her head to the side, eyes slightly narrowed as the answer to its question was interpreted. The conclusion was that the data equalled zero, or negative, or no. Removing the barrel from under his chin the blonde took a firm hold of his bruised throat with her remaining five-fingered hand and hurled Charley back through the ruined wall, his ankle catching on a steel support with the audible snap of breaking bone.
The paramedic gasped in pain as he sprawled across the floor, agony searing through his spine and his ribs as he felt the energy of the impact with the floor spread through his body. Even his natural instinct to cradle his broken ankle came second to the arching of his back up from the floorboards. A combination of the pain in his body and the anger at his circumstance keeping him conscious.
It had been a long since Sarah had left him, without a reason or an explanation. Whenever she reappeared, begging for his help or relying on him his life always broke apart like the glass from the photo he'd shot earlier by mistake; the shards of what had once been a happy relationship burying themselves into his flesh, like the ribbons cut into his back by the same glass he had apparently landed on.
Charley blinked, trying to clear his swimming vision as the Nordic features of the Terminatrix appeared above him. "Where is Sarah Connor?"
"Fuck you!" He spat, swinging a fist with all the energy remaining in his body and driving it into the side of her head, which snapped to the side under the tremendous force of the blow. Blue eyes turned slowly back to regard the broken man, utterly unable to understand him outside of its strict prison of logic.
Pressing the cannon that still made up her left arm against Charley's face, those same blue eyes did not close, or even narrow under the otherwise blinding muzzle flash which seared the floorboards and blackened the walls surrounding. Bringing the multiple barrels of the weapon up to her face for inspection, Skynet watched the crimson stains splashed along the casing disappear, becoming one with the liquid metal as it returned to five fingers - each sporting fingernails coloured a bright red.
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Sarah's eyelids flickered upwards rather than flashed open, the dream world leaving her peacefully and slowly with contentment and relaxation rather than the nightmare, or the waking dream that saw her wake in a silent scream, body and sheets soaked with cold sweat. She fidgeted slightly, finding the gurney's mattress to be much softer, warmer and more comfortable than it had been last night. A half-open eye glanced at the ambulance trolley across the cavern, widening to be joined by both eyes staring in confusion.
Titling her head ever so slightly, she saw a long shapely leg stretching out across the stony floor, a hand across its soft thigh - her hand across a soft thigh. A creeping sense of realisation began to dawn on her, as she became aware of a hand cradling the small of her back which had been - and still was - so comforting Sarah hadn't realised it was there.
She turned her head upwards, resigned to meeting bright blue eyes staring down. Instead she saw Cameron's head titled back against the cavern wall, eyes closed and lips together. Her brow furrowed and if Sarah hadn't known better she would have said the Terminator was sound asleep. "Cameron?"
When no answer was forthcoming Sarah felt rising panic in the pit of her stomach motivate her to sit up, her own strong hands curling around Cameron's slight shoulders and squeezing forcefully - had Cromartie's repairs failed? Had something happened during the night? A hand swept along Cameron's shoulder, cupping her cheek and ear and then along her head. Sarah was relieved to feel nothing but brown hair - her Chip was still in place.
"Good morning," The Terminator greeted warmly, her eyes flashing open so quickly as to make Sarah jerk back in surprise.
"Jesus Christ," The older woman muttered, shaking her head. "Where have you been up here?" She gestured gently tapping a finger against Cameron's temple. "Anyone would have thought you'd fallen asleep."
"I was trying to simulate sleep," She nodded. "I disengaged my Chip from my autonomic systems and allowed my mind to "wonder". I didn't risk your safety - I would have been ready to act if anything had happened."
"You seemed pretty out of it to me," Sarah replied, unconvinced. Cameron shook her head slightly, those bright beautiful eyes drawing the older woman's full attention. "You are not a danger to me. You don't count."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Sarah teased, her joke interrupted by the rustling of the plastic sheet at the cavern's entrance as Cromartie stepped through, stooping slightly to fit his lanky frame under the rounded ceiling. His features blank and expressionless as usual.
Sarah, for reasons difficult to explain aloud began to pull away from Cameron - the pair still entwined from the night before, wilting under the T-888's intimidating, if neutral gaze. She moved only the slightest inch before hands much stronger than hers held her firm, without being painful. The older woman glanced into eyes that she could almost swim into, bottomless orbs of the clearest blue like the depths of the greatest oceans separating continents from each other.
She felt the discomfort subside, turning her attention back to Cromartie. Sarah came to realise that the larger Terminator had no reaction to the clinch; no opinion on the surprising moment of intimacy he had seen and absolutely nothing to say regarding it. The irony that in this way, he was more accommodating than Derek or maybe even John was not lost on her.
"I monitored several emergency radio calls last night," He began. "The Police were called to attend a suspected homicide at Campo de Cahuenga High School. One Charles Reizeger, the school's head of Creative Arts, had been found in his office by cleaning staff. There was significant damage to both the office itself with confidential documents regarding Students stolen and the body which displayed severe--"
"We understand," Cameron interrupted, Sarah watching the smaller Terminator's jaw set and her eyes cool. She suspected that Cameron had just moved from emulating sadness to replicating it, although it was hidden so well that she could not be sure.
Cromartie skipped to the next on his impromptu briefing. "I monitored a report filed by an EMT responding to a report of struggling and gunfire in an apartment block in the east of the city. He confirmed one dead male suffering severe physical injuries as well as extensive burn marks in the apartment's living room which did not match any ballistics pattern he had witnessed before."
The T-888's eyes flicked towards Sarah. "The dead male was identified as Charley Dixon."
It was Cameron's turn to watch the more obvious signs of the fury beginning to build quickly in Sarah's features - her skin flushing a deep red, lower lip trembling and the hand which had rested on Cameron's thigh beginning to tighten its grip to the point where any normal person might have winced. Climbing to her feet she stalked over to the wall and snatched up the pistol she had let slip from her grasp the night before.
Cocking the chamber, Sarah marched up to Cromartie so that she stood a few inches from his chest, her eyes boring into his, both unflinching. "This ends now and it ends tonight."
"We don't know it was Skynet," Cameron offered in yet another example of replicating human traits, the need to hope even when the evidence was all to the contrary. The T-888 had no such example and his stark conclusion was the same as the woman he intended to save the life of, only so he could capture her at a later date. "There was one further report of interest - A house was broken into on South Sycamore Street and destroyed."
Cameron and Sarah's eyes met each other, their faces betraying the truth.
"As I thought," Cromartie considered, cocking his head to the side. "Since I was unable to locate your residence even during months of investigation it is unlikely any other Terminator could succeed where I did not. It is likely Skynet somehow learned of John Connor or your enrolment in Campo de Cahuenga and visited the premises to gain your address - obviously the High School does not keep that information on-line."
"It's a dinosaur," Cameron replied as if the T-888 had any hope of understanding. Cromartie frowned, moving swiftly on. "I assume that once you escaped me, you began to move to your safe location but did not complete it before we met again - this means Skynet had obtained all the intelligence that remained in 2552 Sycamore Street, as well as the contents of your computers."
"John destroyed them," Sarah added with a shake of her head, fingers still coiled tightly around the grip of her pistol. "Pretty thoroughly from what I saw before we left."
Cameron's eyes focused on Sarah, revealing what her voice did a moment later. "It won't matter to Skynet. It will have accessed them."
"Charley Dixon's address was most likely obtained from an email address on your system. Skynet then visited his home and attempted to find out whether he knew where you were."
Sarah nodded, pushing the sorrow of the terrible news just deep enough so that she could focus on the act of vengeance, of retribution. She would greave when Skynet was in pieces at her feet. "Charley won't have told them anything even if he knew … He was a good man."
"If Skynet killed him it is logical that he did not reveal anything," Comartie agreed coldly. It is pursuing any and all leads as aggressively as it can. Subterfuge or stealth does not seem to be an issue despite the damage it is causing, while Charlie Dixon's apartment complex operated a single security door linking each tenant to an intercom and a camera. Since the door was not forced, Skynet must have entered in a guise which reassured him."
Cameron nodded in agreement, but her attention was entirely taken by the older woman who seemed to find this new fact particularly galling. Her chest heaved with exertion, sweat beginning to glisten against her flesh, fingers flexing nervously. Sarah sucked in a breath, glancing at Cameron and offering a very weak smile. "I faced one like that before, A T-1000 … It took everything we had to stop him. John lost more than we wanted to that day."
"John is not here," Cameron stated firmly. "He is safe, with Derek. As long as we're not part of society we'll be invisible to Skynet. It can't track what it never sees."
Sarah shook her head, "You're not thinking like a human yet, Tin Miss," She gestured with a finger tapping against her own temple. "The only reason I'm able to function out here, in the middle of nowhere even with everything you've done for me, is because it's only been a couple of days. If this were to stretch into weeks, months … Years? Away from John, living like a hermit, like I've sealed myself into a bunker and waited for Skynet to drop ten thousand bombs on my head and start Judgement Day all over again? While Skynet runs around killing anyone who might have ever seen my face in this State?"
"No," She repeated. "No person can live like that, and I won't. We take the fight to Skynet. She who dares wins, Tin Miss."
"Any Terminator model employing Liquid Metal will be very difficult to disable," Cromartie explained dispassionately neither fearing for his life or being particularly interested to risk it. "We have limited access to weaponry unless you have any hidden around the city?"
Sarah glanced at Cameron, both coming to the same conclusion. "If we survive this, we're going to have to go back to just worrying about you trying to kill us all. I'm not about to take you on a guided tour of our set-up. Forget it."
Cromartie took absolutely no offence, "We cannot spend more time in the city than is strictly necessary to bring Skynet to battle on our terms. It will be monitoring the entire metropolitan area for us and it will know where we are almost instantly."
"How is that even possible?" Sarah spat, frustration boiling over in relation to the almost mythical powers of the Supercomputer.
"It is Skynet," Cromartie replied after a pause, perhaps the closest he could manage to a shrug. "Every closed-circuit camera, every networked system that connects to your banking details and the credit cards attached to them, every Law Enforcement and government database that might contain information regarding you is under Skynet's eye. If any of those systems are used by you, or detect you, or update their status regarding you, Skynet will know you are close."
Sarah did not understand how such a thing could be possible, how even a Supercomputer could monitor every piece of information in a city of millions while still walking and she supposed, talking. Cameron's words regarding the simply alien nature of the artificial intelligence, when compared to humans, returned to pacify her slightly. Maybe it was just impossible to understand.
"We've beaten it before," She said firmly, eyeing both Terminators carefully. "I know exactly where to do it."
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Officer Richard "Mad Man" Mendez brought the patrol car to a slow halt, the engine revving down to splutter and then die as he turned the ignition off. A slanting, pale grey, rotting wooden fence lit brightly by the car's headlights stretched far into the gloomy night either side of the dented front radiator grille. Cutting the lights Mendez pulled the peaked cap from his head, setting it down on the passenger seat and scratching at the curly black hair that billowed out from underneath it. Tugging at his tie despite it being a clip-on, the officer leaned over and rummaged in the glove box.
The faintest flicker of flame lit up the dashboard as Mendez took a long drag of the cigarette, filling his lungs with the noxious smoke and then blowing back out through the crack in the driver's side window into the cold night outside. He leaned against the headrest, sighing in satisfaction and glanced at his watch - only three hours left on duty.
He glanced up at the faded, peeling sign that had once ordered people parking here to report to the main reception desk of Weyland-Yutai Metalworks (California). Decades ago the biggest smelter in the State and even up until a year ago running at a profit when most other mining and refining industries were flying abroad - faster than a redneck on Southwest Airlines, he chuckled.
The place had declared bankruptcy over the warehouse tannoy after lunch apparently, or so Mendez had heard. A pre-recorded message left by the management who'd already left the parking lot in anticipation of a mob on their hands. The gates had been locked shut and the lights turned out by the end of the day.
The place had been left to rot for almost six months before the contents were sold to a Japanese Consortium who were in the process of contracting out the salvage to a local American firm; Mendez didn't much like the irony of an American company winning a contract from a Japanese firm to gut another domestic business but his beat was on the street, not the boardroom.
Taking another long drag, he exhaled the sweet cigarette smoke and glanced up to see a line of people at the very limit of his vision - through a broken section of the fence - hugging the ground in a stoop as they ran across the front facing of the metal works. "God damn it," Mendez whined at being forced to do his job, before he was ready to start looking for trouble again.
Flicking the remains of the cigarette out the window, he snatched up the speaker unit from the patrol car's radio and the binoculars from the glove box. "Car four-four-one to Central."
"Four-four-one this is central, go ahead Mad Man," The tinny voice barked back.
"I've got trespass and a possible burglary in progress," Mendez brought the binoculars up to his eyes and twisted the focusing control. "Got three - two females, one male. Caucasian man at least six feet tall, brown hair and pale complexion. Both women Caucasian, one's sportin' long brown hair past her shoulders and the other's black hair, same length. They're pushing a trolley of some kind, full of something …"
Mendez blinked, rubbing his eyes and checking the binoculars again as if they might have lied. "Jesus Christ! It's filled with weapons - guns! I'm going to need backup here, Central."
A loud static-filled whine filled the car causing Mendez to drop the binoculars into his lap with a wince, desperately twisting at the controls and the volume to no avail. The whine dropped to a hiss of static and he tapped his finger against the receiver, frowning.
"A car is on-route to your location," A barely audible voice replied after a few moments. Remain where you are until it arrives."
"Roger Central," He responded with a hand to wipe the sheen of sweat making his forehead damp "Over and out."
He replaced the receiver on the console and plucked his hat back up from the passenger seat, pulling firmly over his head. Unlocking the latches holding the shotgun in place between the front seats he took the weapon into both hands, and puffed his cheeks out - a frown passing over his face.
He didn't remember reporting his location to Central.
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Sarah ducked out of the chilly night air courtesy of the reinforced door Cameron had sheared from its frame with a single kick from standing, pulling her jacket around her tightly as she gazed through the gloom of the metal works. They stood in a cavernous hall almost as wide as it was long - the massive extraction fan she stood beside creaking, as it free-wheeled behind a shattered intake guard. It stood five times her height in size and the identical fan on the far wall seemed no bigger than a postage stamp in comparison.
The massive chamber was divided into catwalks which criss-crossed the factory floor, some hundred feet below ground level - the entire basement of the facility visible as a titanic concrete basin divided into multiple holding pens. Above their heads circular ladles, wider than the extraction fan by Sarah's side and more than deep enough to accommodate a small monument, hung from the ceiling, suspended from enormous chain-driven pulleys.
She glanced at Cameron who was wheeling the weaponry down a central catwalk, then to a control room mounted midway up the reinforced wall and accessible by a one-man lift and emergency ladder, descending from a platform bolted to the room's side. As far as she could see it was the only defendable point in the metal works which granted a clear view of the rest of the facility while being easy to cut off access to.
She just hadn't seen it as fast as Cameron had.
"The machinery plant is in the sub-basement," Cromartie said matter-of-factly. "I will try to restore main power. There is high-grade iron left in the ladles above - if the furnaces are reactivated it should provide enough material to fill the holding pens."
Resisting the urge to grimace at the brusque T-888, Sarah waved him off with a hand and set off after Cameron who had already begun to climb the emergency ladder, fully laden with the entire stock of weaponry held in a single hand.
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"Are you frightened?" Cameron asked, her hands reassembling the machine gun expertly but her eyes on Sarah. The Terminator placed the oiled weapon back on the trolley, selecting a shotgun and working to remove its stock.
Sarah didn't look up immediately, almost laughing at the difference in herself towards the Terminator in just a couple of days. A week ago, she would have fired off a sarcastic barb, or told her to focus on the guns or if she'd been especially vulnerable, said yes and explained no further. Yet when she looked into the bright blue eyes that stared at her from her side, she felt the urge to answer the question totally.
"Terrified," She said simply. "This isn't just another Cromartie, or another Vic or Carter. It's Skynet; I know, it's not -the- Skynet. Just a copy of the source code but still, it's like the reason behind Judgement Day itself has come halfway through history just to kill me. Can't help but be a bit intimidated."
"You won't be killed," Cameron said strongly, her hands resting on the partially disassembled shotgun now forgotten. "I won't let it happen. You are too important to Derek, to John …
"You are too important to me," She paused, setting the shotgun on the floor and hesitantly reaching for Sarah's hand with her own. The urge to flinch was overwhelming, to turn and bolt - to continue to run as she'd ran for years before. To take anything new and strange and shout at it and scream at it, until it fitted back into the pattern of her old life.
The pain and suffering that they were about to go through in the coming hours, meant that anything lost now would be lost forever.
She who dares wins.
Sarah took the smaller hand in hers, wrapping callused fingers around it tightly and pulling the arm forward so Cameron stood up, and with her free hand on the Terminator's hips, guided Cameron over to envelope her in a hug - Sarah's hands coming together in the small of her back. She could feel the smaller girl melt into her embrace and could feel her fingers locking together underneath her neck.
Sarah brushed her hands against the studded metal belt that circled Cameron's jeans, hooking her fingers underneath it and pulling them together. Both women eased their heads from the respective shoulder, slowly edging their necks back until their gaze was one. Noses almost tip-to-tip, Sarah studied the beautiful face that seemed riven with uncertainty.
Cameron struggled to process the feelings that flooded her Chip, threatening to confuse all her systems into chaos. Her skin prickled with goosebumps at the older woman's touch and she felt the blood substitute running underneath her flesh roar through the cleaning pump in her chest, making it thunder in its mounting. Whereas before each new replication, rather then emulation of an emotion had been an almost pleasant surprise now she had to chart her own course, without stumbling upon the truth.
"Are you okay?" Sarah whispered, concerned.
Cameron nodded dumbly, swallowing. "I'm not sure what to … I don't want to be a freak."
Sarah's mouth split to form a wide grin, nodding and tilting the young girl's head down to plant a long kiss on her forehead. She ran her nose along Cameron's hairline, enjoying the smell and running her hands down to squeeze the Terminator's shoulders warmly. One hand moved back to cup Cameron's chin, tilting her head upwards so that Sarah's red lips could graze their opposite number - a second of contact and then gone.
Her Chip was not sure how to process these sensations but it knew how powerful, how intoxicating they were and it issued only the directive for more. Cameron pushed her head forwards, lips smacking into Sarah's with force, the older woman groaning slightly in approval and slowly pushing the tip of her tongue against Cameron's lips which opened obligingly.
They melted into each other, lips locked together as each took a turn to explore the other's warm, wonderful mouth in a kiss that was only broken when both women pulled back to gasp for air - one to retain her consciousness and the other to prevent overheating. They quickly closed the space that had opened between them, their foreheads pressing together as Sarah felt nimble fingertips brush and move through her hair.
With no reason to deny herself now, Sarah eased the scuffed, purple leather jacket from Cameron's shoulders, letting it drop to the floor to be forgotten. Tracing the metal studded belt in a circle to her hips, Sarah brought her hands upwards to the sides of a toned stomach, hands slowly cupping Cameron's breasts together and pushing them up gently.
Cameron's head lolled to the side, her mouth opening in a gasp as she struggled to understand the power of the feelings coursing through her body. Sarah began to squeeze and cup, pull gently and push, enjoying the uncoordinated scalp massage as aimless hands ran through her hair, losing their rhythm. Taking a hold of Cameron's plain black shirt, she pulled it up to reveal the bra that held the curvaceous, supple breasts in check.
With a loud snap Cameron effortlessly tore the bra apart, the material flapping to the ground even as Sarah stole a single kiss from panting red lips and ducked down towards the rosy nipples crowning both mounds. She extended her tongue, grazing around the nipple and enjoying the salty tang of sweat. Feeling Cameron's back arch, silently begging for her touch, Sarah wrapped her mouth around the nipple and began to suck it ever so gently, ever so tenderly, almost losing her hold on it as the Terminator's body jerked unexpectedly.
Cameron's HUD lost all non-relevant feeds; outside temperature, air pressure, time and date, current objectives and environmental reminders disappearing as the entirety of her runtime was dedicated to this wonderful feeling. She could feel the pleasure not just individually but together, combining as one ecstatic, electrical crackle that seemed to be building and rising more like a wave gathering its strength before breaking on the shore.
Sarah moaned around the nipple she held in her mouth, feeling Cameron's hands working her own breasts, fondling them and squeezing them in a chaotic, haphazard way which just served to heighten her own excitement. She knew the girl was all but swept away and she did not need her to reciprocate to be sated; that was coming with Cameron's wave regardless.
Cameron knew what she wanted, but Sarah had seen it faster. The older woman fumbled with the metal-studded belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning Cameron's jeans. The skin-tight, faded black clothing slowly peeling down to reveal a bright yellow pair of cotton panties - mismatched against the now-destroyed black bra Sarah noted with amusement - hugging the apex of two shapely, glistening thighs.
Sarah took her mouth away from the engorged, erect nipple ignoring the whimper of disappointment. She climbed back up face-to-face, jerking her own head back as Cameron tried to steal a kiss. "What do we have here?" She purred, a hand cupping her cheek before sliding down to squeeze a breast, snake across her tummy and touch the waistband of her panties.
Cameron's hand covered Sarah's and tried to push it down but found she would not be able to without hurting the older woman. She sighed softly, accepting this would not be done the pace she would like, which would be instantaneous. The constant trickles of pleasure had long since melted together, rushing away from her senses like the tidal swirl of the sea leaving the sand, certain to return with crashing, rapturous results.
Feeling the wetness between her own thighs, Sarah smiled and wondered just how skilful Skynet had been with what lay hidden from view. Every single thing had looked perfect, tasted perfect and been greeted with groans and moans. Could a computer that could not understand a human truly somehow replicate its most intimate and unique part?
Damp curls brushed against Sarah's fingertips as she reached under and into the panties, pushing her hand deeper. The dampness became slick, wet and sticky as her fingers paused a few inches below the waistband. Sarah could feel Cameron rubbing against her hand, willing her on.
She had no reason to turn the Terminator down.
Sarah was pleasantly surprised when her index finger brushed the clit - both for its existence and the hip-bucking that almost tore the panties from Cameron's waist and forced Sarah to use her other hand to steady the girl, laying it on her well-defined rear, squeezing the pert cheeks and reaching round to plant a kiss on one.
"Do you want me inside you, Tin Miss?" She cooed, rubbing the engorged clit with the end of a finger. Cameron nodded dumbly, her Chip unwilling to spend the time or focus on words, instead watching and feeling the rest of her system fill with energy - fill with a buzzing, crackling zest that was rapidly approaching criticality.
Sarah pushed her hand down and her fingers around, until they pushed inside the folds of Cameron's sex; the heat palpable as she balanced the need to be careful considering the tightness fighting her fingertip and the groans coming from further up the beautiful girl's body. Coating the finger in sweet, sticky juices Sarah pushed it further inside, a free hand squeezing and flicking at a breast and the nipple that topped it.
Jeans still above her knees, top still wedged above her breasts Cameron thrust herself on to the finger as her HUD turned to white - all instruments, all readings, all vision gone in a blinding flash of colour that pushed her past the point of no return. The wave crashed back to shore in a foaming, roaring, tumulus impact which seared her consciousness and almost blasted it free of her jerking body.
Sarah pressed her face against Cameron's toned stomach, planting a kiss next to the belly button and smiling as she held the girl securely and felt, watched and listened to her ride the wave out. Slowly pulling the finger free and granting herself the pleasure of the taste, letting the sweet, tangy spice roll around her mouth Sarah moved her hands to Cameron's hips, glancing up at the girl and her face.
Cameron's eyes flickered open and her HUD restored itself, her Chip coming back on-line after rebooting and her gaze falling on the woman who had it made it all possible. The Terminator did not think she'd been off-line for one hundred and twenty seconds, but could not recall anything between the flash of pleasure which had been overwhelming, and opening her eyes to see Sarah staring up at her.
The look of contentment on the raven-haired beauty suggested the reboot had been far quicker.
Sarah lay Cameron down on the edge of the trolley, carefully pulling her top back down and tugging her jeans back up around her still-quivering thighs. Leaning over the girl, planting a delicate kiss on those inviting red lips, she cocked her head to the side in a perfect imitation of Cameron, "How do you feel, my Tin Miss?"
Cameron smiled, resting her head on the edge, "Almost Human."