I was all ready to update and bam...head cold from hell.
Damm Skynet... it belongs to fox, what can we expect.
Anyhoo, here it is. I am so terrified this is my first official lemon. Go easy on me.
Enjoy...
While John had been getting to know Cameron, Derek had been trying to track the last known location of Sarah Connor. He had managed to learn, enough from the techs and from observing John, on how to triangulate a cell phone.
He pulled up to the unremarkable dive. He immediately cut the engine and strolled inside. He surveyed the place but nothing but a few old men drinking beers and one trucker greeted him. He slipped onto an empty stool waiting for the waitress to approach.
"Hey handsome, what can I do you for?" the woman behind the counter asked.
Derek smiled and discretely dropped a twenty on the counter sliding it towards her. The woman leaned forward giving him an ample view of her cleavage. Derek ignored it and continuing to smile at her.
"Just some information. You seen a thin brunette in a black truck swing by here?"
The woman took the bill and tucked into her bosom. "Sure sweetheart. Lots of them pass by here."
The woman began to turn away from him clearly taking Derek for a sucker. "Let me try that again, did you see a brunette in a black truck come by here a few hours ago?"
She had not been paying attention and it less than a second he had her wrist in a painful grip and a glock pointed right at her. It's muzzle was just visible over the counter but hidden from view of the other patrons by his coat.
"Don't make me repeat myself." He said taking a look at her nametag, "Janet."
"Yeah…yeah… about three hours ago. She used the restroom and asked for this car fix up place a few miles from here."
"What's the name of the place?" he asked adding a bit more force.
"I don't know mister. Honestly but I can give you the same directions I gave her." She pleaded. Derek motioned to her notepad and she frantically wrote something down. He ripped the sheet off looked at it and stuffed it in his pocket.
He let got of her wrist and dropped another five on the counter, "keep the change."
Janet took the five and didn't breathe until after the man exited the diner and started up his truck. Hidden in one of the corner booths a woman with dark hair and accent dropped a few bills on her table. She got into her vehicle turning in the same direction as the man.
Back at the house. "Cameron, maybe this isn't a good idea." John mumbled very much enjoying the feel of her body pressed so intimately against his.
"I cannot get pregnant, John. There is no need for contraceptives." Cameron replied.
John's mind instantaneously conjured up an image of a little girl with brown wavy locks and his vibrant green eyes. He shook the impossibility away knowing that she was just distracting him.
"Cam, you said you would tell me about Allison." John began this time stopping her kiss in midair. Her eyes flashed their true blue color and she stepped back and out of his reach.
"You asked about Allison. I never said I would tell you."
John would have laughed if the situation wasn't so serious. Here he was a hormonal boy of sixteen with a very willing girl and he was questioning her instead. "Will you tell me?" he asked closing the distance between them.
"When?" she asked suspicious and a little miffed by his interruption.
"After…I mean later." He asked, "Am I gonna want to know about this?"
"No." Cameron replied but she met his gaze. "You will not like it at all."
"Is this something I knew in your future?" John asked pressing a kiss to her temple in an effort to melt some of her cold demeanor.
"Yes. He ordered me not to tell you. I was not authorized." She said moving her face to the side to grant him better access to neck. Feeling his touch after being so long without it made Cameron momentarily forget what he had just asked.
"Please repeat the question."
"You chip messing up again," he teased running his hands through her hair and circling her port in a manner that was strictly new to her.
"You've never touched me there." She confessed, her words coming out in small gasps.
"Never?" John asked moving her hair to the side and placing a soft kiss right on top of the scalp that covered her chip. The idea that he was doing something his future self had never thought of and that clearly had an effect on Cameron made a cocky grin stretch across his face.
"Never." She confirmed turning those brown eyes on him. "John what else can you do?"
"It's all new to me. I've never been with anybody, Cam." He blushed at his admittance, "you would be the first."
"I would be first," her eyes brightened at the prospect. "I am the first," she assured him.
John didn't have time to ponder the words as Cameron abruptly left his side and walked into her room. He was fully aroused and in shock at her dismissal. He stood there feeling like the biggest moron and reverently hoping that she would not mention this little episode to his family.
He tried not to think of the questions and firefight that would erupt if she blurted out in the middle of dinner that John was a virgin and that he had told her that she would be his first. 'That's something even I won't live through no matter how much mom claims to love me.' He groaned determining that he needed a very cold shower and a beer. 'Maybe several showers and a full case of beer.'
He was just about to throw himself into the bath, jeans and all when Cameron's head popped out of her doorway. "John, aren't you coming? I don't want to do it alone."
John blinked and readied his mouth to answer her but nothing was forthcoming. His brain had officially shut down. "John?" she asked again worrying about the glazed look on his face. She shrugged and disappeared back into her room, if he didn't come than she'd go get him.
He thanked whatever fate was allowing him to have this moment and hurried to her side.
He halted just before her door. He smoothed down his hair and tested his breath. 'Ok, so far so good. Ok John. You can do this. Just relax and try not to think that your mother will barge in while you're with your bodyguard.' "Yeah, no pressure there."
Her door was partially opened but her drapes were pulled allowing little light in. He nudged the door open calling out to her, "Cam…eron?" His voice betrayed his nervousness and cracked halfway through her name.
He barely made out her silhouette before she pulled open some of the curtains momentarily blinding him. His eyes adjusted quickly and widened considerably at the sight before him.
"Do you like it? I bough it for you." She did a full twirl and John was pretty sure he had finally been killed by Skynet and gone to heaven. Because only there could he be witnessing the lovely vision before him.
Cameron stopped her twirl. She was concerned for John, he had not moved since he had appeared at her doorway and this was the second time that glazed look had crossed his face. "Did I do wrong? You once said you liked blue."
She bit her lip in an unconscious replica of what he did when he goofed. "I'm sorry. I was not supposed to mention the other John."
John stepped fully into her room and closed the door gently behind him. He kept his face to the door but he could her padding behind him on her stocking clad feet, "Did I pick an incorrect shade, would you have preferred a darker or lighter one? John?"
He looked over his shoulder and into her earnest face, "You are perfect. Cameron. You didn't have to do anything. I would love whatever you were wearing no matter the color."
Relief etched itself onto her features and she pressed her face against his back. "You are perfect also. Your lack of clothing makes it convenient."
"I bet it does, but you're not wearing much either Cam." His gaze traveled from her blue nylon covered legs that stopped at her thighs with a blue matching bow. A bare strip of flesh was left between where her nylons ended and the thinnest most see through material known to man began.
It too was blue and barely covered her flat belly; the rest of the material was gathered at the highest point of her waist and tied securely under her breast by a set of tiny buttons. The urge to pull it off and unravel her like a present was making itself known.
"Is something the matter?" she asked innocently slipping her arms about his neck. His gaze wandered past her pretty face and straight to her collarbone. He was delighted to see no trace of that necklace on her bare neck.
"No, everything is perfect."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Her words rushed over him and without any further ado he pulled her tightly against him. His hand splayed on her back and he leaned her into the bed. Her clothing was an easy enough task but he was determined to extend this moment
He undid the three buttons one at a time nipping at every inch of flesh as he uncovered it. He took his time deliberately punishing her for their first meeting. He grinned at the mewling sounds spilling out of her. 'Who knew Skynet had thought of this kind of response. It was good, he had to give it that.'
Only a thin bit of fabric remained to keep John from fully possessing her. Cameron could sense his hesitation as he let his fingers softly glide over her pale skin. She tried to keep still but her body shivered in anticipation.
"I won't break, John." She whispered cupping his jaw and guiding his mouth down to hers. "Do what feels natural."
He nodded and continued to caress her body becoming bolder as she got louder the more he explored. "John, oh." Her surprised cry spurred him on and he quickly divested himself of his jeans allowing them to pool on the floor.
"Wait!" she shouted and he paused with one hand still on his boxers and standing at the edge of her bed.
"Can I?" she asked. He swallowed nervously having no idea what she wanted to do. In his mind, the thinness of his physique was displayed without an ounce of forgiveness in the bright light. 'Please don't compare me to myself.'
She sat up and kneeled on the bed. She was bare to the waist as she approached him. He was still holding onto his boxers as if he was waiting for someone to burst in the door and catch them. She had her hands on his shoulders and she slowly ran them down his arms.
Her fingers skated near the waistband of his boxers but she remained frustratingly far from his actual groin. His breath came out in shuddering gasps as her breast brushed tantalizingly against his bare chest. It was a sudden realization that she was purposely rubbing herself against him.
"I should thank, Derek." She said mouthing tiny kisses that began at his belly button and worked their way up until she hit his jugular. John had no idea what she meant by that and frankly he didn't care at the moment. She licked at his pulse point enjoying the feel of it moving erratically.
He flinched and he saw the blue slowly fill her eyes, "Don't worry I won't bite."
"Where…" he managed to choke out before his head dropped back to stare at the ceiling. 'I had no idea she knew how to do that…'
"I don't sleep. We have cable. I watch a lot of tv." She said forcing him to look down at her. A strangled laugh escaped him at the idea of his terminator watching late night porn.
Tired of being passive for so long, he grabbed her questing hands and yanked them over her head. Before she had a chance to protest he wrapped a stretch of sheet around her wrists. He wound the material around them over and over again.
John bent her back on the bed quickly climbing on top of her and tied her hands over her head and to the headboard. Intrigued she participated though both knew that if she had wanted out, she could have easily ripped the material apart.
She tilted her head to the side waiting for an explanation. "Are we roleplaying?" She'd read about several types of sex games. This would be her first time with this John and she did not want to disappoint him.
He smirked at her, "No. I'm not sure of your…ah…strength in this type of situation. I just don't want to explain to mom if you damage the bed. This way we can just throw the headboard away."
"That's very smart. Thank you for explaining. Please continue." She replied settling herself against the mattress and staring at him expectantly.
"It's not training, Cam. I…just feel. You can do the same." He said letting his lips trail along her hairline and down her face and back to her neck. He seemed to really like that part of her so Cameron accommodated him.
Her Hud flashed a red light warning and she lost sight again. She closed her eyes to keep John from worrying but she did an internal scan. She had been fearing this for days. Her Neuronet had been closed off by the General's codes back in 2027 but now the codes had degenerated to a point that she could manually override them and unleash its full potential.
//Awaiting command protocol;______ //
Having secured her, he began to remove the stockings by first untying the ribbon with his teeth. She squirmed but he just grazed his pearly whites along her thighs. He administered long kisses down to her calves and heels.
// Deactivate Neuro Parameters //
He licked his way up from her calves and massaged her thighs until she was begging and panting his name. Her eyes were closed but he wasn't done yet.
// Deactivate Neuro Parameters // she had to repeat the command, John was distracting her.
His kisses became puffs of air and he neared and tasted her very being. Cameron jolted as if electrified and screamed his name rather loudly.
// Deactivation of NeuroNet? // Password______ //
Cameron bucked violently and he had to firmly grip onto her legs to keep them from crushing his head. His boxers were still on but they were soon hastily kicked off the rest of the way.
// Cameron Connor //
// Password Verified, Welcome General Connor //
Cameron had been responding to John's ministrations up to this point by directing only a fraction of her power to the deactivation. She had not expected to feel the surge of power that ran through her fully liberated Neuronet.
// Parameters Deactivated ____Standby //
Cameron reached a peak that had never experienced with her Connor. He had installed the parameters shortly after he met her so her programming had been limited but that however was not the case with John.
Cameron opened her eyes and stared up in wonder at him. "That's never happened before," she said breathlessly. John felt an incredible surge of male pride as the fulfilled expression on her face. 'Take that, General.'
She lifted her mouth to his and he greedily took what she offered. He pulled his mouth from hers. "Are you sure you want this Cam?" he asked a certain vulnerability coloring his eyes. "Only do it because you want to, don't do it because you think I want it."
"I need to, John. I love you." She said rubbing her nose up against his, "Do you want it?"
John nodded but lost all sense of focus when she drove her leg further into his grasp. Her hips grinding dangerously close to his own. Her hair was completely spread out on the pillow as he adjusted his weight over her carefully.
She spoke his name in a litany as her nails racked over his scalp and she breathed every bit of longing into his ear driving him mad. Knowing she was ready for him, he slipped into her. Her soft gasp nearly undid him but he gritted his teeth.
Sweat was already sliding down his face as he fought to keep himself in control. Cameron instinctively pressed her heels against his behind imbedding him deeply into her. "Cameron, if you keep that up… I won't last long." He panted placing kisses on her breasts as he attempted to thrust with a more recognizable rhythm.
"We can always do it again, John." She moaned as she raised her hips higher to better accommodate him. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and he took a perverse pride in knowing he had brought out the lust shinning in her eyes.
"You say that now," he joked. He was amazed that he could even string two words together since he had not even seen her yank her hands free and was now raking them along his back. She had arched halfway off the bed and somehow they had ended up sitting straight up with her on his lap.
John felt her coltan frame sink them further into bed, her weight pressing down on him and although it was painful, it was also tinged with pleasure as together they reached their climax. Her head fell back and he whispered, "I love you too, Cam."
He woke up with the sheet twisted around his waist and Cameron nowhere in sight. At first he thought that maybe he had been dreaming but the demolished headboard and sunken bed told him that he had indeed lost his virginity to his beloved Cameron.
The smell of pancakes wafted up the stairs and John heard his stomach grumble. He had eaten breakfast with Riley but making love to Cameron had apparently stirred his appetite. "Cameron, is anybody else here?"
"No, we are still alone." She yelled back.
He slipped on his boxers and jeans and headed down to the kitchen. Considering that he had just had the greatest experience that any teenager, no scratch that, that any man could have ever dreamed of, you'd think that he would be prepared for anything.
Cameron would definitely keep him on his toes. He found that he didn't mind one bit.
She was standing by the stove cooking pancakes. That in itself was not original she sometimes did that, of course when she did cook she had clothes on and not a bed sheet wrapped around her toga style.
"I made pancakes." She said turning and putting a perfectly golden brown circle on his plate.
"I can see that." He said swallowing the smile that was attempting to take over his face.
He had a sudden evil desire to have Derek here. Just picturing his Uncle's outraged look at her cooking for him would have been great but her cooking in a sheet would have been awesome to behold.
"I added vanilla to your mother's recipe. I hope you like it." She continued unaware of the devious scenarios running through the young Connor's mind.
"My mom doesn't have a recipe," he said taking a bite of the delicious flapjack.
"It's here." Cameron grabbed the pancake mix box and showed the back of it to John, "see I followed the directions."
John was forever taking drinks at the wrong time because he snorted half his milk making his eyes water with mirth.
Cameron eyed the glass of milk distrustfully and pushed it away from her charge. She did not know milk could do that. She reasoned that it was safer for John to drink juice instead. She made a mental note to get rid of all the milk in the house and inform Sarah.
John caught the look of intense dislike she shot the innocent milk. "Oh, Cameron, come here," he gestured to her. Cameron obediently sat on the edge of the table allowing John to pull her towards him. "You are one of a kind."
"Thank you. You are too." She replied dropping a kiss on his dark head.
The cell phone which had been left on the table rang. John flipped it open and punched in a few numbers. "Hey, Derek….Cameron? Yeah, she's right here."
John handed the phone to her, "It's for you."
"I understand. Yes." She paused but John couldn't make out Derek's side of the conversation so he tucked into his pancakes.
"I will. Take care." She hung up and handed the phone back to him. "We have a problem but Derek does not think I should tell you."
John put down his fork, he stared at her intently. He wanted her to decide, if he was going to be with her he had to be able to trust her. "What do you think?"
"I think you should know. Your mother has been missing since this morning. Derek went after her and I was told to impersonate her and keep you occupied."
The euphoria of what happened between them turned into a rock and dropped heavily in his stomach, "Why are you telling me all this?"
"I want you to trust me. You won't if I lie to you."
He was thinking about what she had revealed. His mother was missing, Derek had lied to him as well and Cameron had impersonated his mother. All of that paled to what she had said last. 'I was told to keep you occupied.'
"John?"
He rose from his seat and left her standing in the kitchen. "John." She followed him up the stairs and into his room. He was throwing a shirt on and shoving his boots on. "Where are you going? You promised to spend the day with me. Just you and me."
He glared at her but kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to say something he would regret later. He needed to sort of what he was feeling. "I'll be back. I'm going to see Riley." He said disappearing back down the stairs and out the house.
She stood by the window following his form until it vanished down the street. With tears running down her face Cameron went to her own room not daring to look at her bed. She had been so happy only a few moments ago and now he was pushing her away again.
She dressed quickly and followed him. She needed him even if he didn't need her.