Hey guys,
This is the second part to the last chapter, hope you enjoy it!
"One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war!"
Rather stupidly, John actually fancied his chances of beating Amy in this little boredom alleviating game. He should've known better.
She was toying with him, keeping her eyes on his face, more specifically on the tongue peeking out between his lips. He'd played chess almost his whole life, he should've known when he was outmatched by a superior opponent. But he didn't.
For whatever reason he kept on coming back for more. Whether it was her childish 'again, again!' pleading, or the fact that she looked like she couldn't hurt a fly, but John did in fact come back for more beatings, getting his thumb pinned each and every time.
But this time he had a plan. Rather than trying brute force against a liquid metal machine, he thought he'd try cheating instead. Keeping his own thumb well out of reach, he used his other hand to ruffle the hair on her head just the way she hated.
"Hey! Quit it!" Amy whined, trying to swat his hand away.
John though wasn't deterred. Using all his guile and cunning, he feigned innocence as he shifted around and pulled on her pigtail, yanking her head to the side. Finally Amy's eyes left his face and moved to his hands, her blank expression shifting to one of annoyance.
Sensing his opening, he quickly adjusted his thumb and pinned hers and held with all his might. Still tugging on her pigtail, he yelled out a much faster than normal one, two, three count.
"Yes!" Standing up off the couch with his arms held above his head in a display of victory, John was happy beyond belief at finally 'winning'.
That was until he was swiftly brought back to earth by a small fist making contact with his thigh. "Owww! Amy!"
"No fair, you cheated!" Amy watched with a smug satisfaction as he clutched at his thigh. She hadn't hit him hard enough to do any permanent damage, but she was pretty sure he'd have a fist sized bruise he'd have to explain to Cameron.
Slumping back down to the couch and rubbing at his tender thigh, John looked up at his vanquished opponent, "Did not. You're like ten times stronger than me. I had to do something to level the playing field!"
"It's still not fair, besides, you counted way too quick." Fixing her hair with an annoyed expression, Amy couldn't keep the grin off her face as she watched John grimacing…she hated being beaten.
"That wasn't fast. It was a full three seconds and you know it!" John accused, pointing a finger abut an inch from her nose.
Amy eyed the digit hovering close to her nose with slightly crossed eyes for a moment before playfully opening her mouth and aiming a bite at the offending pointer finger.
"Hey!" John yanked his hand back to him, clutching it to his chest protectively. "What gives? You're a really sore los…"
Before he'd had a chance to finish that sentence, Amy had launched herself at him, pushing him back to the couch and pressing his chest down into the fabric. "Say you cheated!"
"No!" John bit back defiantly, trying in vain to push the mini metal up off himself, but she was heavier than she looked.
"Say it! Admit I'm the winner!" Pinching his nose with one hand and nipping at his side with the other, Amy kept up her torture, intent on making the impetuous human submit.
Spitting a mouthful of her pigtail out of his mouth, John tried hopelessly to fend off her assault. He couldn't fight back, she was made of metal after all, she didn't have a nerve covering like Cameron did, so he settled for trying his old trick and pulled her pigtail, "Never! I'm John Connor, I don't quit!"
Feeling her head tug to the side, Amy didn't let up, this time tickling his sides, forcing his arms up so she could target the tender skin hidden underneath. "SAY IT!"
Trying so hard to stifle his giggling, John managed to roll over beneath the machine girl, clamping his arms by his sides defiantly, "Stop it!"
Grabbing a handful of his hair, Amy gave it a sharp tug, causing a yelp from the future leader of humanity that no self respecting soldier should ever have to hear from the guy in charge. Balling her hand into a fist, she brought it menacingly to rest on top of his head, her knuckles poised to inflict a classic schoolyard torture. "Say. It."
"Never!" John was either oblivious to the potential noogie, or just naive enough to think she wouldn't go through with it. He was wrong. Amy scrubbed as hard as she could, causing John to yell out in pain and kick his legs in the air.
"Had enough?" Amy yelled above the yelling, continuing her assault.
"Alright, alright, I give, I give!" John finally submitted, relieved when Amy finally let up and climbed off of him.
Sheepishly, he sat back up rubbing his poor abused scalp and sporting a death glare in the mini metal's direction. "Now who's not being fair?" John said bitterly, he hated losing too.
Amy sat back on the couch sporting an infuriatingly smug grin, propping her feet up on the coffee table, basking in her victory. "It's not cheating if you just have a natural advantage over your opponent. You're lucky I don't have saliva, I hear wet willy's are horrible!"
Grumbling to himself about 'smug kids', John propped his feet up beside her, tenderly nursing his sore head. "Well I still say I deserved at least one win for perseverance."
"You two are fucking idiots!" Derek chimed in from the armchair across the room. Having sat and watched the whole thing, he feared for the future of humanity watching his nephew being beaten at a thumb war by a little machine girl.
"Hey, do you wanna try it?" John challenged, pretty much knowing the answer he'd get before he even opened his mouth.
"Like hell." Taking a sip of his hot chicken soup, finally made in pity by John, Derek snuggled further under his blanket and closed his eyes, intent on fighting off his manflu in silence.
"Spoilsport!" Amy yelled over at him, throwing the TV Guide magazine off the table at him, watching it land squarely on his shoulder with a satisfied smirk. Her delight only grew when she was greeted with the sight of his raised middle finger.
Just as she was getting ideas about indulging in a little playtime with uncie Derek, something she hadn't had the pleasure of in a while, a noise from the kitchen took her attention. "What's Cammy doing in there?"
"Huh?" John asked, focusing on the sight of his uncle slurping soup, "Oh, making popcorn for movie night."
Amy looked sidelong at her friend, giving him an 'odd, but, whatever' look, when a purple movement caught both of their eyes.
The pair looked up to just in time to see Cameron emerging from the kitchen with what was probably the biggest bowl of popcorn any of the Connor's had ever seen before in her arms. As she set the bowl down on the table in front of him, John took a moment to admire her favourite PJ's she'd changed into for the occasion, her long, toned and tanned legs highlighted nicely by the deep purple of her cotton shorts.
"Your family will be joining us?" If John didn't know better, he was pretty sure that was a pout of disappointment on her lips. The thought never really occurred to him that she might want this occasion to be private.
"Why not?" John asked, looking a little confused, "They feel like ass, Cameron. I'm not asking them to pack up and go upstairs."
"Yeah," Sarah chipped in from the other side of the room, admittedly perkier than she was earlier since Amy had been taking care of her. "I'b dot going anywhere."
Extending his hand towards Cameron, John smiled in welcome, "Hey, I did let you pick out the movie."
For a moment, John feared she was about to argue, her mouth even hung open for a split second as if she was about to speak. Thinking better of it though, she closed her jaw with a clomp and shifted her gaze to Amy, currently perched beside her boyfriend and curiously observing the exchange. "You're in my spot."
"Huh?" Amy asked, caught by surprise, "What's wrong with me sitting here?"
Her face quickly shifting into a glare directed solely at the mini metal, Cameron silently directed her to move with a quick flick of her eyes, letting Amy know in no uncertain terms what she wanted. Their earlier conversation at the store should've been enough of a hint…apparently not.
"See?" Amy asked after a noticeable pause just to tease Cameron, scooching over to allow the cyborg her spot next to John. "Possessive and animalistic."
Almost everyone in the room quirked a brow at that comment, John included. Cameron however paid it no mind as she settled down on the couch, leg tucked beneath her and snuggled into John's side.
After a moment, using her free leg, she shoved Amy off the couch with a bare foot on her backside, sending the small machine sprawling on all fours on the floor, "Lie on the floor."
Amy recovered after a moment and glared up at her friend…well, she thought she was her friend. "Hey! Why do you need the whole couch? I'm not a dog!"
"I want John to be comfortable." Cameron's reply was short and to the point as she glared down at a totally indignant looking Amy, not seeing any problems at all with her own actions. "I thought you liked being on the floor."
John meanwhile had watched the entire exchange with a frown ever present on his face. He didn't miss Amy grumbling below them about somebody needing to get laid already, "Everything okay, Princess?"
"Mmhmm," As if nothing had happened, Cameron cuddled herself in tighter, laying her head on her boyfriend's shoulder, ignoring the dirty look Sarah flashed her when Amy crawled over and sat beside her chair in a huff. "I made popcorn for you. You said it was traditional."
Pushing aside his thoughts, John slung an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in tighter, "It is. So, did you and Amy have a good time at the store today while I was out for my run?"
"'Good', isn't the right word…" Cameron paused while she thought about it for a moment, "Frustrating, would be a better description."
Despite himself, John chuckled as he leaned down to drop a kiss on her cheek, "Awww, Amy wasn't being helpful?"
Glaring up at the couple upon hearing John's words, Amy redoubled her efforts to sulk, "Hey! I helped…I got chicken soup didn't I?"
"Amy," John replied, trying his absolute best to appear stern, "What have I told you about using your auditory boosters to spy on other people's conversations?"
Slumping lower with a definite huff, Amy rested her chin on her folded arms, tugging her knees in closer to her chest. The only thing that brought a ray of sunshine to her mood was the consoling pat on her head she received from an oddly sympathetic Sarah.
Cameron meanwhile, ignoring the exchange completely, had stood up and placed her DVD in the player. Her attention was torn away when a loud and unruly snort came from her left.
"Whad are we watching?" Derek asked, letting out a loud groan as he blew his nose.
"It's a new one," Putting aside her disgust at the human as he sat back in his recliner, Cameron made her way back over to the couch and settled back in beside John. "Wall-E."
John couldn't help but chuckle, wondering if she knew the irony in her choice of movie, "That's the one about a robot in love, isn't it?"
Nodding with a smile, Cameron laid her head on his shoulder and picked up the remote, "I thought it held some relevant meaning for us."
Brushing a few stray strands of hair out of her face, John leaned over and dropped a kiss on top of her head, enjoying the feeling of her body flush with his, "I'm sure Amy will like it too. After all, it's a cartoon."
Ignoring Amy grumbling beside her about pushy cyborgs and idiot humans, Sarah's face scrunched up in disgust, watching the couple, "Keep id in your bants Dohn!"
Glancing over Cameron's shoulder, John ignored the feeling, and sound of Cameron's uncharacteristic growl of annoyance, "We're not doing anything. I've seen you and your boyfriends do much worse when I was in the room, remember?"
Grumbling to herself about smartass kids, Sarah matched Amy's posture and general demeanour perfectly, hugging her knees to her chest on the seat, "Dust blay the damn bovie."
Despite himself, John couldn't help a chuckle, "You sound like Daffy Duck. You realise this, right?"
"Shut up Dohn!" Letting loose a very unladylike snort and sniffle, Sarah turned her attention to the TV, sick of watching her son being annoyingly mushy with his girlfriend.
Rolling his eyes, he reached out and pushed play on the remote in Cameron's hand, discarding it afterwards to wrap his arms around her shoulders and pull her tight. "Derek, your girlfriend should be classed as a bio-weapon. She singlehandedly did something even Skynet couldn't…she brought down Sarah Connor."
Groaning, Derek managed to out snort Sarah in a vain attempt to clear his nose, "Whazzat?"
"I said it's pretty damn impressive," Threading his fingers through Cameron's still flesh covered ones, he gave them a quick squeeze. "Your one hundred pound model girlfriend took down Sarah Connor."
"Yeah," Derek confirmed with another sniff, "She's awesome. How come you're not sick?"
"That's a good question," John looked down at the cyborg currently making contented sounds while burrowing her head deeper into his shoulder, "Cameron?"
Picking her head up off his shoulder, oblivious to the noise she was making, Cameron smiled up at him with beaming pride, "You're John Connor."
As if that was enough information that anybody would ever need, she laid her head back down, assuming the conversation was over.
Sarah laughed, an action she immediately regretted as it launched her into a coughing fit, "What…the…what the hell is that…supposed to mean? That comes with super immune system powers now?"
Feeling a distinct sense of annoyance growing, Cameron picked her head up again, but only to glare at the woman who dared mess with her happy place. "Yes." However, that wasn't enough, and Cameron kept up her hostile stare, almost challenging Sarah to refute her claim again.
"Hey," Stepping in before it had a chance to escalate further, John couldn't keep the frown off his face as he tilted Cameron's chin up to face his, not understanding her attitude in the slightest. "You feeling okay, Princess?"
If there was one thing John loved about his girlfriend, it was her heartwarming half smile that she was wearing when she looked up, "Of course."
"You seem…snappy." Taking a moment to recollect his thoughts, her smile making his brain melt momentarily, he leaned down to kiss her gently, "Amy said you yelled at her earlier."
Snuggling in tighter, Cameron frowned, "Snappy? Snappy how?"
"You really haven't noticed?" John didn't quite know what to make of that revelation. His Cameron usually noticed everything, "If you had a temper, I'd say it's been razor thin these past few days."
As far as Cameron was concerned, it was everybody else who was acting strangely. Almost every little thing the people of this household did grated on her, they were responsible for inciting her to respond the way she had been. "Some things have been more…annoying, lately."
"Even me?" John asked with a frown, wondering if the last week he'd spent training, and trying to avoid his sick family was bugging her more than she was letting on.
"No!" Cameron answered emphatically, shaking her head. With a quick glance around the room to make sure people were paying more attention to the movie than them, modesty was after all important to her John, she leaned closer. "Aside from our…problems, I treasure my time with you."
John, no matter how hard he tried, couldn't keep the kicked puppy look off his face, "I'm…I'm trying, Cameron. My lower back feels like it's about to seize up after the last two times. I don't know what I'm doing wrong."
"We'll work it out." Laying her palm flat on his cheek, Cameron ruthlessly fought down the urge to blame him for their issues. She'd tried that once, throwing a childlike tantrum the first time they weren't successful, and it got her nowhere. So now she'd decided to go the supportive route, and gently caressed his cheek with the pad of her thumb.
John couldn't help but nuzzle into her hand as his eyes drifted closed. The constant demands of sex with a cyborg who just happened to possess unlimited strength and stamina, coupled with his training had left him pretty worn out, even for a healthy, strong seventeen year old body.
Laying back and resting his head on the arm of the couch, he pulled Cameron down with him, and watched as she distributed her weight out as evenly as she could on top of him. Turning her head on his chest to face the TV, she was very much keen to learn about the intricacies of machine relationships from the one knows as 'Wall-E'.
Content to watch the movie and allow her head to rise and fall on his chest in time with his breathing, Cameron settled into a relaxed state for the next fifteen minutes. That was until John caught himself drifting off to sleep and shook his head to try and rattle himself awake.
He looked around the room, highly amused to find the rest of his family just as engrossed in the movie as his girlfriend.
Must be the cold medicine.
A moment after he'd stirred, Cameron picked her head up off his chest and looked up at him, her expression curious and a little concerned, "Are you alright?"
"Just having trouble staying awake." He leaned forward, kissing her cheek with a smirk, "You've worn me out, Princess."
Getting that half smile again from his kiss, and the pet name she was pretty sure she'd never get sick of, Cameron then frowned. She had plans for tonight, and they most certainly did not involve her human falling asleep on her, "Would you like some popcorn?"
"Should help, yeah." Sitting up a little against the arm, he cradled her as best he could on his chest, "But only if you have some too."
With a half smile, Cameron shifted her body up higher onto his and on to her side, reaching out for the popcorn bowl on the table and setting it down on his stomach. Her move was calculated, she knew what she wanted to do, but at the last second she realised that her angle meant she'd have to reach into the bowl with her exposed left hand.
John noticed her hesitating with her hand hovering about an inch above the bowl, obviously deciding if she should proceed. Craning his neck, he caught sight of the frown on her face, and it made him feel like dirt for even putting her in this position in the first place. Reaching down, he took hold of her hand and brought it to his lips, her eyes following, and kissed her knuckles gently, "Don't start that again."
Still with a frown in place, she heeded his words, detaching her hand from his and bringing it back to the bowl. Picking up a single piece, she slowly, almost experimentally brought it to his lips, watching for any adverse reaction to her experiment.
Being careful not to scrape his teeth on one of her fingers, John craned his neck up and took the morsel of food into his mouth, unable to fight off a laugh at the beaming smile his action evoked. "Pretty good. Try some."
Unable to entirely suppress a smile, Cameron helped herself to a piece, finding the taste quite pleasant. Although she couldn't help but feel it'd be better if it was coated in some form of chocolate. However, she pushed those thoughts aside as she fed him another piece, watching his face with keen interest.
She was so engrossed in feeding him, that she barely noticed a funny little noise off to her left that sounded remarkably like a little girl snickering to herself.
Snapping out of her cold medicine induced haze, Sarah looked down upon hearing the noises Amy was making. She shook her head and idly wondered if half the bottle was too much to take. She probably should've read the label, but that just smacked of way too much effort, "What's so fuddy?"
Nodding her head off to her left at the couple, Amy spoke in a quiet voice, "Those two…like old times I guess."
Sarah's gaze slowly panned over to the couch. Immediately, she felt her own little version of John's panic attack when she caught sight of just how close that metal claw was to his face, her next words coming out before her brain had even had a chance to veto them, "John!"
Snapping his attention away from the face of his innocently curious girlfriend, John was a little startled at the loud exclamation, expecting some sort of problem, "What? What is it?"
Sarah found herself opening and closing her mouth with no words coming out, suddenly realising just how much she'd overreacted, "I…I dust…don't hurt your teeth."
John couldn't quite keep the frown off his face, debating in his head whether that was some sort of wise crack against Cameron, or just general concern on his mother's part, "Uh…thanks."
Derek chose that moment to wake up out of his own warmth and medicine induced stupor, snorting a little as he turned his neck to look at what the commotion was about. However, he could only muster up enough energy to roll his eyes at the sight greeting him on the couch. Any other day, he'd have at least growled in disgust, but even that seemed like more than enough effort.
Looking down at Amy, Sarah had all but forgotten about the movie as she was getting more and more nervous, "She could hurt him with that thing…"
Amy watched as John smiled when fed another piece, his whole face lighting up with delight as he chewed. Reluctantly though, she tore her attention away from the couple at Sarah's misguided words, "With her hand?" She asked sceptically.
"Yes, with her hand!" Sarah snapped a little harder than she intended, feeling a rush of adrenaline every time that claw got near her boy's face. "Without her skin, she can't feel things, right? She could push too hard, or squeeze at the wrong time…she could really hurt him."
Rolling her eyes at her silly human, Amy stood up. Ignoring the questioning look from Sarah, she climbed up onto the chair, snuggling her small body beside her, "If she wanted to hurt him, she'd have done it already."
Sarah's head flopped onto the chair almost immediately. Her fever was making her uncomfortably hot, and the cool little body lying next to her was heavenly, "Feels good."
"Good…what does?" Amy asked, not quite sure why Sarah was mumbling and looking suddenly exhausted.
"Feel hod." Sarah shook her head, for once not giving a damn that there was a little metal killing machine curled up in her lap, "Is it hod in here?"
Taking a moment to perform a translation on Sarah's words, Amy broke out in a smile and laid her tiny, cold hand on Sarah's forehead. "Yeah, it's hod," She grinned wide when Sarah let out what sounded like a very satisfied groan.
Glancing over in a mirror image of what Sarah had done earlier when she'd saw him with Cameron, John found himself worried at the sight greeting him. Not about Amy hurting her like Sarah had been worried about with Cameron, but something else entirely, his hands tightening around Cameron's slim waist in response, "She's really sick…is she gonna be okay?"
Following her lover's gaze, Cameron couldn't say she wasn't annoyed that John's attention had been removed from her, "She has the common cold. She'll recover in a few days."
"I've never seen her looking this bad before." John glanced down looking a little embarrassed at his over reaction, but Sarah's health was always a huge worry for him for obvious reasons, "She's always so tough."
Mistaking his concern for his mother for concern about his own wellbeing, Cameron flashed him a reassuring smile, "It's okay, you have me to be tough for you now."
"Thanks, Princess," Leaning down, John decided not to correct her as he kissed her gently, anything to keep his mind off Sarah's illness, "I love you."
Smiling, Cameron still couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes. Instead, she shuffled her body up higher onto his, her face mere inches from his as she fed him another piece of popcorn.
Smirking up at Cameron, John tilted his head to look over at the louder than usual noise of Sarah's snoring coming from across the room, "And I guess she has Amy to take care of her now, huh?"
"Amy cares for your mother." Cameron dropped a kiss on the corner of her John's lips as he chewed, "You shouldn't worry about her as much as you do."
"It's my job…I'm all she has." John replied with a frown as she watched his mother sadly.
Over the relatively short time they'd been a couple, Cameron had became infinitely better at gauging her partner's moods. That coupled with a full psych profile courtesy of Skynet, and her own findings from two years of companionship meant she had a pretty good handle on John's mental state. This conversation was about to take a turn for the worse.
She recognised one of the classic signs of trouble that future John used to exhibit, leading the man to the brink of his sanity. He, as well as this John, internalised too much, overanalysed everything.
Deciding she wouldn't allow his mood to worsen, she took steps to ensure his focus would remain on her, and her alone. Taking her cue from something she'd seen many times on TV, she plucked a piece of popcorn from the bowl and set it between her teeth. Gently, she turned his chin away from the sight of his mother and towards her, ensuring he saw enough of her to glean her intentions.
Finding his gaze torn away, John looked up at the admittedly odd sight Cameron was showing him, after all, he wasn't used to his girlfriend being this playful. Getting the gist of what she intended, he leaned up with a smile and kissed her deeply, using his tongue to take the morsel from her, sitting back and chewing it thoroughly.
Cameron watched him chew with a smile plastered across her lips, hoping that her little distraction would serve to keep his mind occupied. The last thing she wanted in her current mood was a mopey John on her hands. Grinning, she picked up another piece, this time setting it on her tongue and offering it to him again.
John allowed his hands to glide slowly up from her waist, pushing her shirt up a few inches and drifting his fingers across the cool expanse of her belly. Retrieving the popcorn enthusiastically, he'd pretty much forgotten his worries about his other, instead focusing entirely on his girlfriend. Deciding to test out her newfound sensitivity, while kissing her, he nibbled on her bottom lip a little harder than usual.
Pulling back with a small yelp, born more out of surprise than the actual minute amount of pain it caused, Cameron touched her lips experimentally with her fingertips. Pulling them away, she looked from her fingers to his face, her expression an odd mixture of confusion, trepidation and downright desire.
John cringed a little at her reaction, looking embarrassed beyond belief that he'd just done that, "I'm sorry…you seemed to enjoy it last time. I, I didn't mean to hurt you."
Cameron found herself staring at him for a long few seconds, her eyes flitting between his lips and his eyes, trying to make sense of the new and quite frankly scary impulses flooding through her chip. Eventually though, she leaned closer and flipped her hair over from one shoulder to the other, exposing her long, slender neck to him, "Do it again."
Quirking a brow, John glanced around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to them, clearly remembering the way she reacted last time he bit her neck, mostly the noise she made. However, he only found the human occupants of the room dozing quietly, and the little machine seemingly splitting her attention between the movie and the human whose lap she was curled up in. "Your…your neck?"
Cameron nodded slowly, looking at him pleadingly. She really wanted to find out if the pleasure she got from the unfamiliar feelings of pain were a one off, or if they would persist, "Please?"
John nodded slowly in reply, however he couldn't shake the feeling that what he was being asked to do would cause pain for his Cameron, the thoughts only making him reluctant, "I don't want to hurt you, Cameron…I was trying to make you feel good."
Cameron couldn't resist the urge to sigh, looking down at her human livingly, wishing for once he wasn't so caring, and that he'd just get on with it already. "Why would I ask you to do it again if I didn't enjoy it?"
"Just…promise you'll stop me if you don't like it, okay?" Reaching up, he entwined his fingers with her metal ones and gave them a squeeze, kissing the very tip of her nose, taking an odd delight at the way her face scrunched up every time he did that. "That's all I'm asking."
Feeling touched at his words, and yet still a little impatient, Cameron leaned down and kissed him soundly. Setting the bowl on the floor beside the couch, she pushed her body up higher onto his, allowing her weight to press down on him in the way she knew he liked.
Running his hands through her hair, John returned the kiss passionately until she let up to allow her human his much needed oxygen. After sucking down enough to keep him going, he kissed along the side of her neck, nibbling lightly in teasing circles, edging closer and closer to her favourite spot, "Right about…here…right?"
Cameron's entire body shuddered while he teased her, her desire growing with every passing second. The fact he never hit that spot on her neck directly causing unending amounts of frustration as she tried in vain to force herself closer to him, "Yes…"
Smirking, John drifted his tongue along the sensitive patch of pseudo flesh, dragging out his slow torture until he was sure she was about to scream at him. Her groans spurring him on, he teasingly licked up and over her spot, and then bit down harder than any human woman would've been able to take without freaking out.
Midway through a moan at the feeling of his tongue gliding over her skin, Cameron released what could only be described as a mixture of a yelp and a moan, pulling back and clamping a hand over her neck, staring at him, her eyes wide with desire. She liked that again, very much. Even though that thought scared her more than a little, she couldn't ever remember being this…turned on before, his slow teasing hitting all the right spots for her.
John meanwhile looked torn between concern and amusement, the different emotions playing out across Cameron's features appearing even more conflicted than he was, "Did I hurt you, Princess?"
Cameron nodded a little shakily, her mouth hanging open. Slowly, experimentally, she drew her fingertips across his lips, watching her fingers as they moved, her hand still clamped firmly over her neck, "Y, you did."
"I'm sorry," John answered, kissing her fingers by way of apology, "You…you seemed to like it last time."
Cameron simply stared, watching him kiss her fingers, analysing the tiny sensations coming from the nerve receptors. Then, without any warning, she took her hand off his lips and her hand off his neck. Lowering herself quickly, her lips smashed into his as she framed his face with her hands, a groan emanating from low in her throat as her hands tightened, her fingernails digging into his cheeks.
Hearing Amy giggling on top of her, Sarah fumbled a little groggily out of her cold medicine induced slumber. She silently wished she'd been smart enough to head up to bed, but she still appreciated how cool the little machine was keeping her fevered body. "Whaz so fuddy?"
Amy sat up in her human's lap, switching herself to the other side to look at the couple on the couch. Nodding in their direction, she pointed at them accusingly, raising her voice an annoying few octaves higher, "They're making out again! You told them no making out on the couch, Sarah!"
Craning her neck to look past the overly enthusiastic machine, Sarah looked oddly unconcerned about what she was seeing. Disappointed, yes, but she was way too medicated to get angry, although the sounds she was hearing were making her stomach turn a bit, "She's…moaning."
Amy slumped down after a moment, once she realised swift judgement wasn't about to be cast, "Yeah, she does that when she's enjoying herself."
Sarah stared for a long moment, looking more sad than angry. However, Amy couldn't quite tell if she was sad that her boy was growing up and in love with a machine, or that she didn't have anybody to do that with herself. "C, Cameron. You know the rules."
Rather than replying, it appeared to Sarah as if the cyborg was totally lost in her actions, either that or she was just plain being ignored, neither of which really appealed to her. "Is she ignoring me?"
Looking at the machine in her lap, Sarah felt herself starting to get pissed off. Not over what was happening, but over being ignored, "I know you can hear me! Don't pretend you're all distracted!"
John was, in the end, the first to notice the raised voice off to the side, tearing his attention and his lips away from Cameron's neck for long enough to make out the sight of his clearly pissed off mother. "Uh, Cameron," John tried to get her attention, and he also tried not to groan when she leaned down to attack his neck, "Cameron…Cameron!"
"John!" Sarah snapped, wondering why Amy was in convulsive fits of contained laughter on her chest, "What in the hell is wrong with her? Is she trying to piss me off?"
"Cameron!" John tried, and failed, to physically leverage the cyborg up off of himself, at the very least though, he caught her attention. She looked up just as he was starting to worry about her, despite how good her lips felt on his neck.
Looking up, Cameron's eyes looked glassy, unfocused. Her simulated breathing coming in short, sharp gasps, "Y…yes, John?"
Gulping at the look on her face, John nodded over at his mother, pointedly nodding in her direction, "Uh, Mom's talking to you."
Pivoting her head in a scene reminiscent from The Exorcist, Cameron tried, and miserably failed to change the expression on her face while turning to Sarah, "You needed something?"
Trying her best to ignore a shaking Amy on her chest, Sarah wasn't at all pleased with the look she was receiving from the normally placid cyborg, "What did I say the rules were about the couch?"
"You were asleep," Came the stony reply from Cameron, "It couldn't have been bothering you."
"That's not the point," Sarah replied through gritted teeth, fighting a battle not to lose her temper.
"We weren't going to have sex out here." Cameron glared back at the woman, unable to comprehend why people insisted on messing up her fin with John, "Most likely."
"Most likely?" By this point, Sarah would've most likely stood, if she weren't so sure she wouldn't have thrown up, "Now you look here Cameron. I…"
"No." Cameron cut Sarah off before she'd barely gotten a word out of her mouth, sounding totally dismissive of the other human, "You listen. What I do with my John is of no importance to you. You admit we are together, we share a bed, this is what couples do. We are not being freaks."
Staring in disbelief, Sarah's eyes flicked from a glaring Cameron to her son, who looked torn between amusement and worry at the situation. "Cameron…don't you ever speak to me like that again."
"Why?" Cameron asked to Sarah's total surprise as she cuddled further into her son's chest, as if looking for his support, "You talk down to me regularly."
After a long few moments of slack jawed gawking at the impetuous behaviour of the machine, Sarah forced herself to bite her tongue and turned back to the movie, releasing the grip she'd subconsciously had on Amy's arm. "John, talk to her. She's your problem, not mine."
"I…" Cameron turned back to look down at her John, her face transforming from the woman not afraid to confront Sarah Connor, into a flushed and unsure girl, biting her lip, "I am a 'problem', John?"
"No," John reached up and gently cupped her cheek, seeking to reassure her. But even he couldn't keep the worried expression off his face.
"Good." Smiling broadly, now that she'd been re-assured by her John, Cameron felt no qualms about asking a question that had been on her mind most of the night, loud enough for the rest of the room to hear. "Can we have sex now?"
John immediately snapped his wandering gaze up to her face, blushing a deep scarlet, looking around nervously. "Uh. If, if you want to, Princess."
As if the interruption never happened, Cameron ran her hands slowly over John's chest, leaning in and kissing him again. Of course she was hoping beyond hope that the 'mood' hadn't been ruined for her easily embarrassed John.
"Uh, Cameron," John laughed exasperatedly, looking between his impatient mother and his girlfriend. Placing his hands on Cameron's shoulders, he applied gentle pressure, "Maybe we should do this elsewhere?"
After a moment, John did his best to sit up, ignoring the look of disappointment stealing across Cameron's features for a fraction of a second. Eventually though she took the hint and stood up from the couch, pulling him with her, thankful the room was dark…very dark. "Uh, we're just uh…heading upstairs."
Sarah shook her head at the antics of the couple, frowning at the cyborg in particular, "We're having a talk in the morning, Cameron."
In a very un-Cameron like move, she simply stared right back at Sarah, tightened her grip on John's hand, and replied in a calm, cool voice, copying something she'd heard from the kids at school which seemed to have the desired effect. "Whatever."
With that, she turned on a heel and started heading towards the stairs, dragging John along behind her like some sort of puppy. Sarah merely stared slack jawed, watching the two retreat upstairs to do God knows what. Seeing a cyborg act like a rebellious teenager was one thing, but she never imagined she'd be the one on the receiving end of…that!
Looking down at the only person who might possibly have some answers for her, Sarah still had a little trouble making her jaw move, "What. The. Fuck? Was that…was that her temper?"
Amy nodded with a knowing smile before curling up into Sarah's lap, turning her attention back to the movie, "Yep, get used to it."
"It's happening so fast." Sarah replied, nervously chewing on her lip, "She was fine a few days ago."
Amy merely shrugged, "Not much we can do about it, it's part of who she is."
Despite her worry, Sarah knew she trusted Amy. She knew the little machine would warn her if John was in any danger. What she didn't know however, was that her hand had been running through Amy's fake 'hair' for the last five minutes as a nervous impulse. "Just…promise me he's safe. Promise me she won't hurt him, in any way."
Amy sighed, still staring straight ahead at the movie. "I promise he's safe…" She let her next words die on her tongue, not wanting to upset her charge.
Sarah frowned, sensing the machine was hiding something, "How…how bad is she gonna get, Amy?"
Amy tensed a little, not wanting to either lie to Sarah, or drop her friend in it. "I promise John is safe. She loves him, that's all you need to know."
"Sorry," Sarah nodded slowly, leaning back against the head rest, "I worry about him."
"I know…and deep down she knows that too. She just lets herself get carried away sometimes."
"So tell me…what is it….you do…again?"
Aside from a touch of breathlessness as he slumped down on to the pillow, Quinn couldn't say he wasn't satisfied with his night's work. The girl beside him, also panting heavily, may have been a bit older than he was used to, but needs must.
"You're…asking me that…now?" She enquired, running a shaky hand over her face, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
"Well I got…interrupted earlier." Smirking over at his conquest, he couldn't keep his eyes from roaming over her dishevelled appearance. She was cute, in a geeky, secretary kind of way.
"I cannot believe I just did that." Still panting heavily, Kathy shook her head in disbelief at her own actions, however with a broad smile still splitting her face in two.
"Did what?" Quinn enquired innocently, knowing full well what she was referring to.
"I've been married for less than six months!" She loved her husband, she really did…but wow, what a rush it was to do…this!
Smiling, she rolled over and sprawled out on top of the Australian, who, up until now, had simply swept her off her feet. "I'm an executive assistant."
Ignoring the mock haughty voice, Quinn plastered on a smile, gently tracing the outline of her jaw with the back of his finger as she snuggled into him. "Oh, would that be pretty much the same as a secretary then?"
Giving him a playful slap on his chest, Kathy felt the need to defend her profession, even though she knew, or at least she thought, he meant no harm with his comment. "There's a difference, trust me there's a difference."
Sitting up slightly, Quinn looked down and ran his hands through her long, dark locks, feigning interest, "So, what is the difference?"
"Well," Launching into what sounded like a well rehearsed speech, Kathy propped herself up higher, "A secretary mostly just handles typing, admin work. I, on the other hand, handle everything from top to bottom. I go to meetings in my bosses place, I handle some of his accounts, arrange meetings. You know, general, business-y type things."
"Business-y type things?" Quinn asked with a chuckle.
"Yeah, I'm basically his right hand man…woman…whatever!" Kathy couldn't help but chuckle in reply, this man just had a way of getting to her. Whether it was that damn sexy Australian accent, or something else, she wasn't sure. Either way, she just felt like she could open up around him.
"Well I'm glad you got that part of it right." Leaning down, he dropped a kiss on her nose, causing her face to scrunch up delightfully. "So, which lucky man are you an 'executive assistant' to?"
"Do you know that big building downtown, Aegis?" She asked, expecting him not to know anything about the company she was describing.
"Oh yeah, I know that place. Don't know what they do though." Quinn answered, feigning ignorance of what it was the company did.
"They're an arms manufacturer, among other things. My boss is Donald Grey, the CEO." She answered proudly. Aegis was a massive company, and she had the authority to make decisions that affected the whole outfit. Needless to say she was proud of that little fact.
"Wow. Oh wait, I remember now," Quinn clicked his fingers as he tried to remember where he'd say this 'Donald Grey'. "He was in Fortune, right?"
"Mmhmm, he was in it last year, they did this big interview with him." Kathy clarified, trying to fight of the urge to yawn.
"He uh, he has a daughter too, right?" Quinn asked, taking a keen interest in what Kathy was telling him, "She's an actress or a singer or something?"
"Jessica," She clarified sleepily, "She's a model, a beautiful girl."
"You know her?" Quinn asked offhandedly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
"Yeah, she's a real sweetie. Sometimes I have to give her messages from her dad. He's so busy he barely has any time for her." Kathy paused and yawned before settling back down and idly stroking the hairs on Quinn's chest, "Poor baby."
"Sounds like a pretty lonely life she leads," Once again feigning ignorance and sympathy, Quinn could barely contain his grin. This was exactly what he wanted to hear.
"Well she has a new boyfriend, although I'm not sure Donald knows about him yet." Kathy smiled with her eyes closed against his chest, "He's uh…he's not exactly her usual type."
"You think he'd end up giving the old man a heart attack or something?"
"I hope not." This time, Kathy failed to stifle her yawn, "I'd be out of a job!"
John couldn't quite remember what happened as soon as they made it to their bedroom. It was like being hit with a ten tonne fucking truck. Or at least, that's what it felt like when Cameron pinned him against the door as soon as it was closed, her tongue shoved halfway down his throat.
He vaguely remembered a conversation, albeit a distracted one about how rude she'd been to his mother. That was quickly forgotten about when she started doing that thing with her tongue on his neck. If that wasn't enough, his train of thought was totally thrown out into the ether when she pushed him to the bed, straddled him and took off her bra.
Yeah, that was definitely the moment his brain turned to mush.
Actually, she'd made a rather compelling argument. Sarah had indeed been rude to her, or at least, that's what she'd managed to get John believing right before she removed that damn bra.
With his brain being mush, he failed to do what most seventeen year old males do when presented with their half naked girlfriend. He didn't throw her to the mattress and ravage the fair maiden, no, he decided he needed to have a conversation. The topic of which should never, ever be brought up when the offer of sex is on the table.
He'd asked her why she was so attracted to him. Just what in the hell was he thinking? If he had in fact been thinking at all, he'd have realised that he shouldn't have given two flying fucks why she was attracted to him, he should've just been thankful that she was.
But Cameron wasn't exactly a normal girl. After easily convincing him that he was just about the sexiest thing she'd ever laid her beautiful eyes on, she then proceeded to tell him he needed to add a little muscle mass. Evidently he wasn't the sexiest thing alive as he'd been lead to believe.
Feeling slightly put out, it took some convincing for him to accept what she was telling him. In the future, he'd apparently dwarf her in size. Not that he wasn't comfortable being the weakest one in the relationship, physically at least, but the idea of being able to do at least some 'normal' things with his lover certainly appealed to him…several very dirty minded thoughts springing to mind at the prospect.
That putting him in a good mood, he barely noticed that while they were talking, she'd managed to effectively disrobe and roll them both over so that he was on top, explaining that the last few attempts to achieve her release had ended in failure with her on top. Deciding a little teasing was in order, John set about trying to draw out some slow torture, caressing her sensitive body with father light touches, gentle kisses and soft nibbles.
Well, he'd intended to do that. Unfortunately, Cameron was in no mood for any of that nonsense, citing the fact she hadn't found release in a while. The fact she grabbed his hands and forced them over her breasts didn't help him in his attempted quest for slow and gentle torture in the slightest.
Still, that wasn't enough for her. Even after a couple of minutes of him applying more pressure, exploring her body with keen enthusiasm, she was making annoyed little huffs every few seconds, groaning in frustration that they weren't doing what she wanted yet.
Still though, he'd persisted, wanting to try something new. He had to really, otherwise he had a feeling his body would fail him before he'd even had the chance to bulk up to the size she wanted. Sex with another seventeen year old girl was one thing, but sex with a cyborg with endless stamina and strength that dwarfed olympic weightlifters was another thing entirely. If they couldn't find another way for her to find her needed release, he had a feeling he'd be dying a lot earlier than was expected of an otherwise healthy human male.
What a way to go though!
Sliding down between her legs, John gently nudged her legs apart. At first she was a little confused as to his intentions, after all, they'd tried this before and it had failed. But that was before she'd discovered that her body and chip was evolving in ways neither of them could predict. With her newly awakened nerve centres and responses, this could have been just the thing they both needed to help her along.
At first, he was thoroughly enjoying himself as he went to town, enjoying some of the downright filthy noises she was making, emanating from low don in her throat. Her body twitched and shivered in response to his ministrations, driving him on further. She loudly demanded more from him, her hands finding their way into his hair and she tugged and gripped and pulled and writhed in what he thought was ecstasy.
Which made it all the more surprising when, at what he assumed was the point of no return for her, she pulled back and sat up, folding her arms across her chest in a definite huff. Glaring at him like it was all his fault that her body worked the way it did, she unhappily declared her disapproval, almost yelling in his face, "It didn't work!"
At first she'd been enjoying the treatment he was giving her, finding the sensations good, very good. But no matter how hard she tried, or in fact how hard he tried, there seemed to be some sort of invisible wall separating her from her release. No matter how hard she focused on her feelings, on the sensations coursing through her body, she couldn't find enough stimulation to push her over the edge. John had mistaken the noises she was making as desire, when in fact they were born out of sheer frustration.
She wanted it to work, she really did, anything to get her out of her funk. She'd never felt like this before, ever. Even with her admittedly limited experience with emotions, frustration was certainly one of her least favourite.
John was needless to say, stunned. He was so sure he was about to send her sprawling out on the bed in sheer delight, screaming his name in pleasure and demanding to return the favour…maybe that was just in his head. But wither way, he couldn't help but feel a little hurt. He'd put a lot of effort in over the last few minutes, and judging by the way she was looking at him, she was blaming him for her inability to reach her climax.
"What? Cameron, how can you…I mean what…" He fumbled about, trying to find the right words to express how he was feeling. After a moment, he closed his mouth, detecting a slight hint of sadness creeping into her expression, her brow cinching together a tiny amount. Shaking his head with a sigh, he remembered her predicament. None of this was her fault, it was all as new to her as it was to him, and he couldn't blame her for being disappointed and upset, "What do you need me to do?"
"I need…" Letting her angry face melt away at the concern in his voice, she took a moment to think about his question. The idea of sex didn't appeal to her very much at that moment. The past few unsuccessful tries had only served to frustrate her, more sex could only make her worse, "W, would you be angry if we didn't have sex?"
"Um…" Glancing down at his own little…problem, John couldn't exactly say he was thrilled with the prospect of calling it a night, "I uh, I guess not."
Looking at her as she hugged her arms tighter around herself, he hated himself for the childish flash of annoyance that ran through his head. Shoving it down, he tried to keep his voice level, "You don't want to?"
"I'm frustrated John." Pouting, she lifted the covers off the bed, her lithe body sliding effortlessly beneath them. Reaching out with her hand, she beckoned him closer and pulled him under the covers with her. Taking great comfort in laying her head on his chest, she found herself craving the relaxed state she seemed only able to achieve while 'snuggling' with him. "I could harm you."
Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, John forcefully tried to push aside how good her slightly cool body felt when pressed flush against him. "So…harm me. If it's what you need for you…release, then do it, don't hold back."
"I can't," Shaking her head, she shocked herself when she felt a surge of desire at hearing his words, the prospect of causing harm to her John sending a jolt of sensation coursing from her chip all the way through her body. "I'm supposed to protect you. Take care of you. My needs are unimportant compared to my mission."
"But, I thought it wasn't your mission any more." John frowned, ignoring the odd way her body shivered against him despite the relative warmth under the covers, "You can do what you want now. You have to learn to be more…"
Searching fro the right words, John busied himself with stroking gently up and down the length of her arm, "You have to learn to take what you want."
No matter how much she tried to fight it, Cameron had to admit the idea of doing and taking what she wanted appealed to her darker, more aggressive side she'd carefully repressed up until now. The Skynet driven side of her personality seemed to be thriving in amongst her confused emotions lately.
Looking down in shame, Cameron realised she was starting to get ideas…thoughts of doing exactly what she wanted giving her an odd excitement that she didn't want to feel. She was not Skynet, she did not want to be like Skynet, not any more. She was free of that past, she was hr own cyborg, her own woman. She would not give in to those temptations, not if it meant bad things happening to her John.
"If, if you want to have sex, we can. It'll help you to relax, help you sleep." She really didn't want to have sex again. In fact, it was the furthest thing from her mind, but guilt was a powerful thing. Even though John wasn't aware of her little internal debate, she still felt the need to try and make it up to him.
Squeezing his arms tighter around her, John made a conscious effort to keep his voice calm, his actions loving and gentle. He loved Cameron, he really did, but sometimes he got the feeling he was talking to a wall, a very stubborn wall. "Not if you don't want to…honey. If you're not in the mood, then I guess we can give it another try some other time."
Despite the use of the new pet name, one she had a feeling would grow on her, she couldn't help but feel even more guilty at denying her John his pleasure. "You are mad at me, aren't you? I'm sorry John. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm malfunctioning somehow, my nerve centres aren't…"
"Shhhh…" John cut her off mid sentence, running his fingers through her hair in the way that usually seemed to calm his increasingly unstable cyborg down. "Don't worry about it…and stop with the 'malfunctioning' thing. You're perfect the way you are."
Leaning up to kiss her man gently, Cameron smiled a pretty obviously forced, almost strained smile, "You should get some sleep. It will bolster your immune response if you are well rested. It wouldn't do for you to get sick."
John frowned at her response. He loved her smile, she seemed to glow whenever she did it. But seeing that smile on her face was something he just wasn't used to, obviously forced and, despite how odd it sounded, not natural. He felt helpless, after all, he was the only one who could help her out with her problems, and yet, he seemed incapable of doing it. "I love you, Cameron."
John reached out to caress her cheek with the back of his fingers, making her smile falter. "Thank you, John," Cameron couldn't bring herself to meet her lover's eyes when she couldn't respond in kind to his professions of love.
Sighing, John felt a pang of both sympathy and guilt as he looked down at the top of her head, feeling worse than shit for not being able to take care of his girlfriend properly, no matter how different and complicated she was. Pulling the covers up higher over her bare shoulders, he wrapped his arms around her again, trying to hide the emotion he was feeling from his voice, "Are you gonna be alright?"
"I'll try," Cameron could only muster up a shrug by way of response, "I'm feeling more and more unstable as time goes on. I don't understand."
"So that's why you were a little…snappy, earlier?" John asked with a frown, obviously not wanting to make her mood any worse, but he felt he had to know, if only to try and buy some leniency from his mother.
"I think so…I hope so." Snuggling further into his chest, she busied herself by drawing small patterns on his chest with her metal fingertips, "Everything that goes on around me seems to elicit an emotional response. It doesn't make any sense."
"Ever since we…since the last time you uh…achieved release?" Laying his hand on top of hers, John took a moment before lacing his fingers with hers and gave them a comforting squeeze.
"It's like a door was opened," Cameron admitted quietly, sounding downright worried, a little scared even. "I can't close it. I can't stop these feelings. I'm trying to John, I promise I'm trying."
"Did you ever stop and consider that you're maybe, not supposed to stop them?" John asked, trying to keep her calm by running the hand not entwined with hers through her hair.
"Amy and your mother don't appreciate them," She shook her head against his chest. "And the one emotion I truly want to have, I'm not sure I'm capable of feeling."
Now that little statement did worry him. The last thing he wanted was for his mother's concerns and arguments about Cameron to be validated, "Don't say that, Cameron. I know you'll get there, and if you don't…"
He trailed off with shrug, trying to act like his thoughts weren't worrying him deeply.
Looking up at her John, Cameron knew he must have the answers to her questions. He always had the answer to things she didn't understand, "Why are the negative emotions so much easier?"
John felt his heart clench at her words. Her innocent curiosity making him feel worse for not being able to provide an answer to that. She needed him for things like this, to explain why she was feeling what she was. But this time he had no answer, and he could only frown and squeeze her shoulders in reply, "I'll help you Cameron. I promise I'll try to help you through this, any way I can."
"Thank you." Frowning just a little at his lack of a real answer, Cameron tucked her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes like she always did when he was preparing to sleep, "I do…I do care about you."
"I know you do." Not trusting himself to say anything more, John gave her arm one last gentle rub and closed his eyes.
"Goodnight Cameron."