Hi,

Apologies for the delay in publishing this. I wanted to get it right, because it's... important.

"Pardon me!" Trying to ignore the disgusted glare he was receiving from his girlfriend, Derek refocused his attention back on the ball game. In all honesty he was still struggling to weed out some of the less appealing aspects of his personality, most notably on this occasion, letting out a killer burp when snuggled a couple of inches away from a lady.

Whatever. It was mostly her fault anyway, she'd provided takeout pizza and beer, did she really expect him not to devour it and then savour the after effects of a full belly and a couple of pre game brews? Either way it was turning out to be a good day.

They'd been out to see some movie earlier, and he was highly impressed that she'd let him choose. Otherwise the day might not have been so peachy if they'd ended up watching a chick flick, so an action epic it was. Then she'd insisted on getting pizza for the family, mostly a peace offering for getting them all sick. He'd had a day with no machines in his hair, no pissed off humans, and generally enjoyed his time with his girlfriend.

"You know, my friend Mary used to date the second basedude."

Both John and Derek looked at Jessica like she'd just spat on their shoes. Baseball could be considered a complicated game…so many acronyms, RBI, ERA, OBA. But they both thought everyone should at least know the names of the fielding positions. It would take either an idiot or some sort of clueless foreigner not to know.

"The second basedude? Babe, you gotta learn to be less…girly, about stuff like this."

"Oh…" She quirked a brow, racking her brains for the correct term, "Um…second plate? It's plate, right?"

"No you're right, it's second base, but the term is second baseman." John corrected as he shuffled the dead weight of Amy around on top of him, her elbow digging into his guts a little.

When they'd settled down to watch the game, she'd declared that there was no room on the couch because 'Aunt Jessica and Uncle Derek are hogging it'. Sarah wasn't really in the mood to snuggle with her again, and so she'd slouched out on top of John. The last thing he wanted was a hundred pounds of cold machine sprawled out on top of him…especially when she kept digging extremities into sensitive areas.

"See, Derek?" Jessica smiled as she good naturedly slapped Derek's shoulder, "I was right…mostly. How are you doing over there, Sarah? Want more pizza?"

Halfway to reaching for the nearest box to her, Jessica was halted when Sarah held up a hand. She wasn't sure why, but she wasn't fully warming up to the model just yet, "I'm good. How did you know we all like pepperoni anyway?"

"Are you kidding?" Jessica asked with a less than ladylike snort…Derek must've been rubbing off on her, "The boyfriend here practically lives off the stuff. I kinda figured you all liked it too. I'm just bummed out Cameron didn't get any. Where is she anyways?"

"She's at a stupid appointment," Amy chimed in, bored with the baseball game. Although she was in the middle of entertaining herself by seeing how often she could get John to either grunt in frustration or physically move her around. A well placed elbow here and there worked a treat for the purpose.

"Oh…" Quickly racking her brains, Jessica's face turned into a frown at the obvious conclusion, "The doctor? I didn't get her sick too, did I?"

"It's, owwww, Amy!" John let out a low growl as he once again was forced to shift the mini machine's weight around. A small fist making contact with…areas fists should never come into contact with, would have any guy glaring at the little girl sprawled out on top of him, machine or not. "It's nothing important, just something she has to do every once in a while."

"Oh?" Again being forced to think fast, her eyes widened when she once again came to another obvious conclusion. Leaning close to Derek, Jessica didn't want Sarah to overhear this, for obvious reasons, "You think she took my advice? Went down to get some birth control?"

Derek almost choked on his own tongue. Thankfully the beer in his mouth stopped him from that fate. Either way he ended up in a coughing fit, Jessica gently rubbing his back not making the situation any better, "Uh…something…like that."

Smiling, Jessica had to admit she was happy and a little proud of herself for playing the role of the 'helpful aunt', glad her friend seemed to be figuring things out with where she was in her life. "What about you John? Not many teenagers would be chilling with the 'rental units on a Friday night. Shouldn't you be out terrorising some poor young thing?"

Unable to entirely suppress a grin at Jessica's 'down with the kids' act, John nodded. She was nice, and caring, in a rich beyond your wildest dreams supermodel kinda way. "The girlfriend is busy tonight, hence why I'm gracing you guys with my presence."

"Derek was saying he didn't want to drive me all the way across town tonight," She rolled her eyes at how ridiculously flimsy that cover was, after all, she had a driver to call 24/7. Earning herself a grunt from her man, everyone in the room knew she just wanted an excuse to spend the night, "So I'll probably sleep here. Any chance I'll meet her tomorrow?"

"Who?" John asked distractedly, an RBI double in the second inning grabbing his attention. Not to mention the machine fidgeting again in his lap. Nudging her up and away, he tried not to let his discomfort show too much. And yet, despite his annoyance, he'd still kept an arm wrapped tightly around her little waist pretty much since she'd first crawled on top of him.

If he'd thought about it properly, he'd have probably tried to convince himself it was all for appearances. It would look odd to Jessica if he didn't keep an arm securely around his little sister to stop her slipping. But in the end, he hadn't really thought about it, he'd just done it. Amy had a way of doing that, of making you forget what she really was.

"Your girlfriend." Jessica replied, chuckling when Amy threw another elbow into John's ribs, "I'm sorry…I can't remember her name."

"Oh, it's uh…" John realised at that moment that he'd never had to mention this supposed 'girlfriend' in anything more than passing before. Thinking quickly, he came up with something a split second later, grinning wide when he thought about Cameron's surname, "It's Philippa."

"Wooooww," Jessica smiled, sounding mildly impressed, "Exotic. Is she latina?"

John shook his head, having to tread carefully now that this girl actually 'existed'. His situation wasn't helped when he suddenly felt three extra sets of eyes on him, "No, she's white, just has an exotic sounding name."

"Philippa." Rolling the name off her tongue, she tried to force herself to remember it. No sooner than she'd said it though, the shortened version of the name set her off on another of her 'shiny new thing' tangents, "Oooohhh, Derek! Babe, you should have been there. I swear I'm not making it up, I ran into Pippa herself in London! She was at my show! My show!"

"That's nice…" Derek replied half heartedly, distracted by the game, "Who?"

"What do you mean 'who'?" Looking absolutely scandalised, Jessica sat up to make her point. "Her and her sister are setting the fashion trends for half the planet! I swear, you can be such a guy sometimes. I am gonna have to get you a few magazi…" Interrupted mid sentence, the whole of the room looked up when the front door was slammed so hard it made the walls rattle all around them.

Unaffected by it though, Amy nudged John with her elbow, "Cameron's home!"

"Think you can get off me now, then? Go bug her?" John asked, hoping beyond hope.

"Pffft, please." Shuffling to her side to face John properly, Amy casually poked his cheek, "She's only interested in her 'brother' these days."

Remaining oddly focused on the ball game, Sarah took a long pull from her beer, only glancing up when she caught sight of Cameron entering from the hallway behind her, "Hey Tin…hey, Cameron, I thought you were going to mow the lawn today?"

Breezing past Sarah without a second thought, Cameron entered the room properly, "John! You're alright!"

"Of course I am." Quirking a brow at his loving girlfriend's disheveled appearance, and the flustered expression on her face, he tried to shift Amy's weight around so he could get a better look, "Why wouldn't I be?"

Quickly striding over to him, and blocking the TV for three people in the process, she gripped Amy under her arms and hoisted her off of John. Unceremoniously dumping the other machine on her feet, Cameron held her hand out to him, looking like she was on the verge of chewing through her lower lip, such was the ferocity she was gnawing at it, "Come with me."

"It's only the third inning Prin…uh, Cameron." Motioning towards the confused looking couple on the couch, John tried to make her aware she was blocking the TV for them.

Reluctantly tearing her attention away from her John, she barely acknowledged the rooms other occupants before she turned back, still chewing her bottom lip, "Please?"

"Cameron!" Sarah snapped with a frown as she glanced over at the confused and quite frankly hurt look on the model's face, "You're being rude, and you never answered me before."

"No I haven't mowed the lawn!" Cameron yelled in Sarah's general direction as she kept her eyes locked on John, desperately trying to fight off the urge to just pick him up and haul him upstairs. Hell, if they didn't have company she probably would, no matter how much of a freak she would look.

Amy glanced between Cameron and Jessica from her spot on the floor, trying not to let her grin slip through. She should've been taking this seriously, after all, she knew exactly what was going on, but nobody else did, and she knew that Jessica couldn't see what was about to happen. "Um…Cammy? Maybe you should relax for a while. Wanna go play a game?"

"No!" Cameron replied a split second later, remaining solely focused on an increasingly worried looking John, "John, please…I need you."

"Cameron," Sarah by now had forgotten about the game, and was starting to look just about as worried as John. Quickly flicking her eyes over to the model, she saw the look on her face only worsening with Cameron's behaviour. Slipping into 'mom' mode, she tried to sound stern, "Don't talk to your sister like that!"

Amy, having seen enough to recognise Cameron's behaviour, skipped her way over to the couch and looked at Jessica with an adorable pout, "Will you play with me Aunt Jessica? I'm bored of this baseball thingy."

Glancing back and forth between a clearly worried Sarah and a still unresponsive Cameron, Jessica couldn't say she understood just what the hell was going on. Either way though, she could never resist Amy when she was being that damn cute, so she looked back at Derek for approval, "That alright with you, Babe? I can run her down to the park on the corner."

"Sure, sounds great, Babe." Derek sat up and allowed her to move while he kept his voice calm and even. His eyes however never left the cyborg doing an odd imitation of a statue in the middle of the room, still with her arm extended towards John.

"I'll have her back in an hour, Sarah!" Jessica called over her shoulder as Amy physically dragged her out of the front door.

Now alone, John didn't waste any time in springing up off the couch, taking Cameron's face in his hands, "What's wrong, Princess?"

Cameron's eyes never leaving his as he stood, they finally fluttered closed when he made contact, her entire body shaking from his touch, "Need you…"

"What she needs is to concentrate on keeping her cover!" Sarah snapped, interrupting the private moment between the couple, rising to her feet dangerously, "I thought you were supposed to be an infiltrator?"

Levelling what he hoped was a sufficiently scathing glare at his mother, John focused on Cameron, "Just talk to me…what do you need? What's wrong?"

After a moment, Cameron leaned forward, her face tightening as if it were physically painful holding back even this much, "Please John…I want…it's so hard."

Chest tightening at her words, John had no clue what was bothering his love, only that she seemed to need him more than ever. Not knowing what else to do, he gently stroked her cheek, trying to calm her down, "Please, tell me what you need me to do."

Leaning her head into the contact, Cameron closed the small distance between them, taking in his scent, revelling in his touch. Her hand ran almost subconsciously over his abs and up to his chest, settling over his heart, "I need…release."

Shaking his head momentarily, John glanced down at the odd behaviour of her hand on his chest. Then it suddenly clicked what she wanted, his eyes widening in surprise, "Rel…you need…sex?"

"Yes!" Hand tightening around the fabric, Cameron's simulated breathing came in short gasps, her chest heaving like John had never seen before, "It's the only thing that can stop these…urges!"

Nodding dumbly, John was unable to entirely suppress a grin, despite his concern, "Okay, let's head upstairs and take care of you."

In less than three steps, Cameron was past him, physically dragging him towards the stairs by his hand, repeating over and over like it would help, "Please…please…"

Sarah and Derek almost simultaneously leaped forward several paces at the behaviour of the cyborg. No matter how docile she'd become lately, Cameron was still a potentially lethal machine, and her actions were downright terrifying, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell is she doing?" Derek asked, Sarah a beat behind him, eyes darting frantically to the shotgun hidden underneath the couch.

Cameron couldn't for the life of her work out why her John was resisting her efforts. He'd come to a stop, leaving her hand outstretched behind her. Face contorting as she turned to look at him in what could only be described as pain, "John? John…you promised!"

Looking back between his family and his love, John was torn over what to do, "It's okay Cameron, just gimme a minute."

"I'll be fine, we just need some time alone," He said, looking back at his family, feeling Cameron's grip tighten as she pulled feebly on his hand.

Sarah barged Derek out of the way, looking on the verge of trying to wedge herself between her son and the metal, a wild look in Cameron's eyes making her protective instinct kick in with a vengeance, "John…the last time she looked like that it took a truck to stop her!"

"Mom! Don't talk like that!" John gave his mother the withering glare that told her in no uncertain terms to sit the hell down and to shut up, "She has NOT gone bad, we just need to work something out. Alone."

"Work WHAT out?" Sarah bit back, intimidated slightly by his look, not used to seeing the Connor glare levelled at her. Tearing her gaze away from his livid looking face, she turned her attention to Cameron, "What in the hell has gotten into you?"

Stepping between the pair, trying to shield Cameron from his mother's hostility, John tried hard to hold back his temper, realising Cameron needed him now more than an argument, "Mom! I said we'll be fine. I'll see you later."

"John…JOHN!" Sarah stood, mouth agape as she watched the cyborg drag her son out of the room and up the stairs. Internally debating storming after him, she eventually realised it wouldn't do any good, and so she stood and glared at the backs of their head, feeling more helpless than she could remember.

"Dinosaurs ruled the world over a hundred million years ago. The P…P…Petero…Peterodac…Mom? What's this word?"

Looking up from her book, Savannah waited for an answer from her mother, who had so far remained quiet, only prompting when asked.

"Pterodactyl, sweetheart. The 'P' is silent, you don't say it."

"Oh." Savannah elongated the word as she looked back down at the book in her lap, "Pte-ro-dac-tyl."

"Well done," Smiling in reply to her daughter, Catherine Weaver tightened the arm around her waist just a little, enough to let the child know her mother was pleased with her efforts. Admittedly the book was a little advanced for her age, but once John Henry had introduced her to the concept of dinosaurs, Savannah hadn't relented in her quest for knowledge on the subject.

As Savannah carried on her reading assignment, sounding out the difficult words just the way her friend the cyborg had encouraged her to do, Catherine mused on many things. Her mind was capable of processing at rates beyond human comprehension, but she occasionally liked to allow it to drift at a slower pace. One of the few pleasures of her development, the ability to control her complex mind the way not many machines were capable of.

Her mind drifted to her recent meeting with the enigmatic cyborg known as Cameron Phillips. For all her vast knowledge, experience and intelligence, she couldn't fathom why this specimen was allowing a human to…violate her. In fact, just thinking about it made her face contort into a frown, that was until Savannah looked back at her, to which she smiled encouragingly at the child.

Cameron was clearly in love with the human, or at least, she thought she was. Love was such a…human concept. She had no doubts that Savannah loved her, she believed John Connor loved Cameron. But what she couldn't understand was a machine, loving a human…romantically anyway.

She herself had some rather conflicting thoughts about her daughter. At first she was little more than a nuisance, but now as she sat drawing her fingers gently through the little girl's long red hair, she considered how their relationship had changed. Ever since visiting Dr. Sherman, she'd come to accept Savannah as an important part of her existence, at least as much as John Henry was. Was this some form of love? Or merely a means to an end?

No, there couldn't be any reason for her to be casually caressing her hair right now, or for her to be cradling the child in her lap while she read. There was no purpose, no goal. In fact, it was impeding her in her work. She could've been progressing with any number of tasks in the time she'd spent with Savannah, but instead she chose to help with her reading. The book itself held little interest to the machine, she was far more interested in watching her child work her way through the words, feeling a small swell of…was it pride? Was she feeling proud of her little girl for accomplishing the simple task of reading an eleven letter word from a page?

Whatever it was, she found herself not minding in the slightest that she wasn't accomplishing anything. She actually couldn't think of anything she'd rather be doing right now than spending time with her daughter. Was this how Cameron felt when she was with her human?

Could it be that the cyborg felt the same way, in that so long as she was with her man, nothing else mattered? She was supposed to protect him, but Weaver had it on good authority that the lovestruck machine hadn't been on any nightly patrols for the best part of a month. That job had been passed to the other one.

Ah yes, the other one, the one her Savannah had taken a liking to. In fact only this morning had she pleaded to go and see her friend again. A stern 'no' had resulted in a prolonged period of sulking, and it had lasted until Catherine had closed her laptop, patted her leg and invited Savannah to come sit with her while she read. Children were remarkably easy to please in matters like this. If only that other 'child' was the same.

Amy was dangerous, unpredictable. A machine with no programming was one thing. But a massively damaged machine with no programming, whom nobody knew her true intentions, and as if that wasn't bad enough, a machine that held a grudge against her. Catherine Weaver didn't like the unpredictable, she liked to be in control, she liked to know everything. She exercised that desire in her meeting with Cameron, showing the cyborg who was in control, who was in charge.

By exposing the true nature of the former Skynet slave, she was convinced she was helping all involved. If Cameron didn't embrace her desires and urges, they would destroy her. If not her, then her human pet would surely suffer a worse fate. By repressing her Skynet programming, Cameron was running the risk of her newfound emotions erupting in ways she couldn't control. No matter how much she cared for those around her, some day she would lash out without thought or restraint. She'd revert to her base instincts. She'd harm. She'd maim. She'd kill.

By no means would indulging herself be a long term solution, but it would prevent driving herself crazy with repressed emotions she didn't understand. Somehow though she had a feeling the man she loved wouldn't hold it against her should she choose to behave a certain way during intimacy. What she knew of John Connor, this John Connor at least, he wouldn't raise a finger to anybody he cared about. He had yet to develop that…ruthless streak she so admired of the future version of the man.

But her intentions notwithstanding, she now knew she had Cameron where she wanted her. Under her thumb, under her control. She knew which buttons to push to provoke the potentially troublesome machine, how to manipulate her to meet her needs. But Amy on the other hand was still a threat, and she needed a way to neutralise that threat.

Needless to say, Catherine's mind started working again, formulating plan after plan, theory after theory on how the liquid metal menace could be dealt with. A sly smile spreading across her lips, she turned her attention back to her daughter, a page about the Tyrannosaurus Rex holding her attention. Squeezing the little girl tight, Catherine rested her chin atop her daughter's head, Savannah smiling widely in response as she read.

Arm almost being yanked out of it's socket, John felt like a rag doll as he was swung around to smack into the recently closed door, the force of Cameron slamming it seemingly rattling the entire house. The next thing he knew he had a very frantic cyborg pushing her tongue as far as she could get it down his throat. Ordinarily he wouldn't have complained, but his back stung like hell.

Feeling her cold hands slip under the hem of his shirt, he couldn't focus on anything more than trying to keep his balance as she tugged at the fabric, his head slamming into the door. "Ca…" Was all he could manage before her tongue shoved into his mouth again. His hands started to roam subconsciously too, skimming over her waist and up to her breasts.

Forcing herself to detach for a moment with a groan of annoyance mingled with desire, she pulled his shirt off over his head, discarding it over her shoulder before pressing back against him. Framing his face with her impossibly strong hands, she kissed him again, moaning against his lips, her body still shaking with desire.

Finally, Cameron allowed him the 'luxury' of breathing. John pulled back, sucking in some much needed oxygen with a shake of his head, Cameron's eyes looked wild, almost feral, "Are you…sure…you're okay?"

What could only be described as a low growl escaped her throat without any conscious thought from herself, just a moment before she lurched forward, her breathing coming in short gasps as she kissed him again, cursing the human need to breathe interrupting her. Hands roaming freely over his chest, his sides, his hair, his cheeks, anywhere she could find, they eventually settled on his belt buckle where she started tugging impatiently at the infernal thing.

Letting out a yelp as his back slammed into the doorknob again, John felt pain lancing up his spine while his hands gripped the sides of her slim waist tight, "Please…talk to me. Did I do this?"

Finally losing patience with the fact her human wanted to talk and not strip her naked already, Cameron stepped back, a murderous glare in place at his non compliance, "Do you not want this?"

Shrinking a little under her obvious anger, John was shocked to see it directed at him, "I always want you. I just…I want to know why."

"So now I need a reason to want sex with my boyfriend?" Staring at him incredulously, Cameron's glare made it seem like she really did blame him for making her feel this way. Fists flexing subconsciously by her side, weeks of pent up tension and emotion were on the verge of spilling over, and John didn't want to see what would happen if it did.

"Honey..." Reaching up, John gently cupped the side of her face, tenderly caressing her cheek, "You seem more...angry, than aroused. I'm just worried about you. I love you."

Closing her eyes, Cameron grunted in annoyance low in her throat. Summoning up all the restraint she could manage, she leaned into his touch as she realised he was right, she was just angry. Leaning closer, she kissed him again, a lot slower and gentler than the frenzied kissing she'd been enjoying a moment ago.

After a moment, she felt John's smile against her lips, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he reached up to remove her shirt. "My Cameron..."

Glad that her slow human had finally taken the hint, Cameron spun them around and started nudging him back towards the bed, allowing him to continue kissing her the entire way as one hand worked on removing her bra behind her back. In truth, she'd only slowed down because it seemed the only way to get him to do what she wanted and stop whining about it. Sometimes his behaviour was endearing, and others it was simply infuriating.

Cameron having already undone his belt, John shimmied his pants down his legs the best he could while stumbling backward, trying to kiss her at the same with mixed results, "What...do...you want?"

Pushing them both forward with a surprising amount of force, they both collapsed onto the bed, the springs creaking beneath their combined weight. "You."

After making her relatively simple demand, she leaned in to attack the tender skin on his neck, her nails digging into his chest, pushing even more weight onto him.

Letting out a sharp breath laced with pain when her nails dragged down his chest, John's eyes widened as he stared at the ceiling, "I got that much. What...oh shit...should I do?"

Hesitating for only a split second, tongue still on his skin, Cameron sat up and looked down at her lover's confused face. She knew what she wanted, she knew it was wrong to want it, she knew she shouldn't ask. But something in her chip was screaming at her to do it, to feel and indulge in the new found sensations, "Bite me...hurt me. Please John...I need it."

"I..." Never before had John seen Cameron looking so desperate, so pleading, so much that her grip on his chest had tightened in the moments it was taking him to reply. But this was his Cameron, and John, no matter how much she pleaded just couldn't imagine hurting her on purpose, especially when the sensations she was craving were new to her, "I don't want to hurt you. I love you."

Nails digging into his skin as her fists tightened on his chest, Cameron felt a flash of anger as she glared down at him. She'd said please, what more did he want? If he wasn't willing to be the first to do it, then she'd have to take it upon herself to force him to do what she wanted. Leaning down, she burrowed her head in the crook of his neck, then in an imitation of what he did for her, she gently teased the skin with her tongue, lavishing attention on that spot she knew he liked. Then, catching John by surprise, she bit down on the flesh, obviously much softer than she was capable of, but still enough to make John's entire body squirm with pain.

Feeling his teeth clamp shut under the pain, John idly wondered if his girlfriend had just managed to draw blood and he felt warmth pooling near the bite. His hands gripped her sides tighter, "Hurts…Cameron."

His words forcing her to hesitate for a split second, she realised she felt a thrill in hearing his words. Pausing, she tried to work through her desire clouded mind, the emotions she was feeling. Desires fighting with logic, excitement battling…regret.

She didn't want to be like Weaver told her she would be, she didn't want to hurt her John, but the pleasure she got from it was something she wasn't prepared for, it was powerful, overwhelming. Her only chance now would be if John started to reciprocate, to relieve the burden of her having to do this, "Please…John, do this…for me."

Finally unclenching his jaw and opening his eyes, he found his Cameron hovering above him. Staring into her eyes for what seemed like the longest few seconds, he realised he'd never seen her looking so desperate, so forlorn. He knew then and there he would do anything he could to keep her from feeling that way, no matter how much he disliked her apparent method for relieving her tension.

Sliding his hands up the side of her face, he brushed her long hair over her shoulder. Leaning closer, he ran his tongue up over the side of her neck, before returning her bite full force, at the same time trying to shimmy her jeans down her legs.

Cameron's entire body shivered from the sensation, pain mingling with pleasure forcing her to collapse forward on her arms. "John…" Her words coming in the form of a breathy moan, it was all she could do to get him to continue his ministrations.

Shoving her jeans as far down as her calves, John forced a shaky, uncertain smile, "You need this?"

Nodding shakily against his neck, Cameron gently and tenderly kissed his neck, the spot she bit earlier. As much as she wanted more, she still felt bad for hurting him, guilty even. As she kissed, she froze, something trickling into her mouth causing her body to tense completely, her gentle kissing coming to a sudden halt.

Laying back, John pulled her down with him, framing her face with his hands so she could look him in the eyes. "Then do what you need to do, okay? No matter what…I love you."

Mouth still hanging slightly agape, Cameron forcefully fought down the urges she was feeling, her thighs rubbing together subconsciously, her tongue running along the length of her lips. "W, will you do the same?"

"Do you...need that too?" John asked, still uncomfortable with the idea of doing her any real harm, no matter how strong she was.

Taking a moment to discard the jeans and underwear bunched around her ankles, Cameron nodded. Looking like it was taking a monumental effort to even restrain herself this much, she answered him honestly, "Yes. Please John, I need it. I need you."

Reaching up, John slid his hand into her hair and pulled her down for a long, deep kiss, "Just…tell me…where."

A split second later Cameron had flipped her hair over one shoulder, exposing her neck, still red and tender from where he'd bitten her earlier. Before John had even processed what she was doing, she'd grabbed his wrists and roughly placed his hands on her breasts, squeezing them tight.

Fighting back a hiss and a grimace at the pressure she was putting on his relatively frail wrists, John kissed and nibbled along her neck while tweaking her nipples only slightly harder than he usually did. He was still reluctant to cause her real pain, the first time she'd discovered she could feel so much she'd been shocked…he was afraid to go too far.

Letting go of a low growl at his reluctance, Cameron let go of his wrists and raked her nails down his chest, trying to push her neck closer to his lips, "Please…"

John's back rising up off the mattress in a cringe, his hands contracted out of instinct, eyes widening at the sounds coming from his girlfriend's mouth. Trying to keep her from recovering and getting angry again, he reluctantly sunk his teeth into the synthetic flesh of her neck. Wondering just how far she'd be taking his, he looked up in surprise when he felt her shudder in his arms.

In a flourish of movement, Cameron's hands tightened, her nails digging into his chest, breaking the skin. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she hauled him up off the bed. Now in his lap, she roughly pushed his head into her chest, demanding that he repeat his actions there.

"No…"Shaking his head, John tried to pull away from her iron grip, remembering for the first time in a while just how strong she was, "We're…together here. I will help you…but I won't just hurt you, no matter how much you think it's what you need. Come here."

"You're…you're denying me?" Cameron looked down, devastation clear on her face as she kept her hand on the back of his head.

"Shhh…" Trying desperately to calm her down, he gently stroked her back, "We'll do it your way, I promise. But…I feel weird doing this…when we're not even having sex yet."

"Oh…" Frowning when she realised that was his only problem, she flopped back onto the bed, pulling him down with her. Without even letting him recover from being moved around like a rag doll, she threaded her hand around the back of his head and pulled him down for another deep kiss, sucking his bottom lip between hers momentarily.

With one last pensive look at her face, John gently brought them together, his eyes widening when he realised Cameron was far more aroused than he'd ever felt her before. Starting a slow, steady rhythm, the kind that she always seemed to enjoy, John hoped to keep a slow pace and not let things get out of hand. He had a problem though, "Need…breathe…"

Almost as soon as she felt him start moving, Cameron's teeth clamped down on his lip, her body tingling in ways she'd never felt before, making her lose control. She barely heard his plea for oxygen, instead all she could focus on was these feelings, these very, very good feelings.

The distinct taste of copper rushed into his mouth, making John gag a little while trying to pull back for breath, the arms holding him above her shaking both in pain and lack of air. "Cameron…please."

Finally letting go of his lip, Cameron resumed her kissing, holding his head in place with her impossibly strong hand. Tightening the arms and legs wrapped around him, the taste of John Connor's blood set off all sorts of warnings and alerts in her HUD, the thing flickering wildly as she revelled in the sensations she was feeling, losing herself to them.

While listening to her groaning in pleasure every time he moved, John started getting a little angry that she didn't seem to be listening. For all the restraint he'd shown earlier, he finally started responding the way she wanted, his thrusts coming harder and harder, nibbling and biting at her lip the way she was doing to him.

At his first hard thrust, Cameron's head flopped helplessly onto the pillow, her eyes glassy and unfocused with a slight blue gleam behind them, "Harder…"

Looking down at his normally gentle and loving Cameron, her lips stained with his blood, her eyes wild, John felt a momentary pang of guilt for doing this to her. For introducing her to everything that makes the human race so evil. He knew she still didn't truly understand why she wanted the things she was demanding, and that thought scared him a lot more than the behaviour itself.

Frowning when his movement stopped, Cameron gripped a handful of hair at the back of his head and forced his mouth down to hers. But instead of kissing, and without any real thought, she found herself licking and sucking around his bottom lip, taking the soft flesh between her lips and trying to urge him on with her legs wrapped around his waist.

More than a little startled to find her eyes burning in the darkened room, John forced himself to continue, picking up speed and holding himself up with one hand. The other slowly drifting over her stomach, down through her soft curls, eventually landing on her centre.

Groaning into John's mouth, Cameron bucked upward with a scary amount of force at his touch. Blocking out everything but the sensations between her legs, Cameron was now truly lost in what she was feeling, all sense of recognition and logic gone in favour of wild desire and lust. Gripping his shoulders for leverage, she tried to match him thrust for thrust, her simulated breathing coming in short, ragged gasps.

In a surprising show of strength he wouldn't have been capable of a few months ago, John rolled them over, leaving her on top, his teeth dragging a jagged line down the side of her neck and undoubtedly leaving deep marks in the process, "Do it Cameron…whatever you need."

Rocking back and forth in what was quickly becoming her favourite movement, Cameron leaned down and kissed him again, wanting to sample the thrill that she got earlier when she tasted his blood. If she'd been thinking clearly she'd have been overwhelmed by guilt and regret. But something else was driving her now, something buried deep and repressed, something primal…something dark and evil.

Despite fresh blood trickling from his lip when she bit down again, John wasn't immune to the sensations. Despite the pain, despite the oddness, this was still his Cameron - the sexiest thing he'd ever laid eyes or mind on, and she was obviously enjoying herself more than she ever had before. Even that first night when she'd found her release, she wasn't acting like this, she wasn't making those noises, and despite himself…all he wanted was to hear more.

Forcing herself to detach from his lip, his blood staining hers, she buried her head in his neck. Sucking gently on the spot she bit earlier, she wrapped her arms around his back, her nails scraping down the tender skin, "John…need…more."

Frowning just a little, already about as close to the limits of human endurance as possible, he'd flipped them over for that very reason - he just couldn't keep up the pace. "What…do you…need?"

Almost immediately, Cameron laid her hands on his chest and started moving more vigorously, intent on reaching the climax that was building quickly. Craning her neck, she took his earlobe between her teeth and bit down, shivering from the thrill it gave her when he hissed in pain. "Close…more."

Threading a hand through her hair, John gripped the back of her neck for leverage. Pulling himself up, he kissed her chest with relish. Working his way over to a nipple, he debated with himself for a few seconds before leaning in and running a tongue along the edge. Waiting for her moan of approval, he bit down far more gently than he usually did on her neck.

Hissing in a mixture of pleasure and pain, Cameron looked down to see John's lips and her nipple stained with his blood. Her entire body shivered when she saw it, taking a thrill from the knowledge that only she would ever see John Connor this vulnerable. Pushing his head tighter to her chest with one hand, she dug the other into his chest. Her nails on the verge of piercing the skin, her weight and movements so intense that he'd likely bruise after this.

Despite the pain, despite the doubt, John knew this was what Cameron needed, her desperate mewls only spurring him on as he drove his hips up so hard, bruises were a forgone conclusion. Nibbling his way across her chest to her other nipple, he teased around the very edge of it, smiling when she moaned with pleasure. "Please…so close…"

Grinning, John watched her face twist in delight as he bit down hard on the sensitive flesh, thrusting as hard as he could, his own release just seconds away, "I…love you…"

Cameron couldn't hold the building sensations any longer, pleasure tearing through her body, she released weeks of pent up emotion, frustration and desire in the form of a piercing cry. Muffling the noise a moment later in the crook of his neck, she bit down on the skin as she rode the waves of her climax.

Her head swam with warning messages, most informing her of various overloads, some informing her of some systems shutting down…but a few were screaming at her that John Connor was injured, that he was bleeding. She was vaguely aware of him grunting underneath her, followed by his laboured breathing and a lack of movement, his own climax reaching him seconds after hers.

"P…Princess? Talk to me…" After a session like that, all John could do was try to catch his breath, take stock of what just happened. As he felt Cameron go limp and slump on top of him, he did all he could think of and gently stroked her hair. He didn't like one little bit the way she kept shivering, her entire body shuddering every few seconds, the occasional whimper accompanying it.

Making soft shushing noises, John kept up his gentle ministrations and waited for the worst of it to subside before even trying to speak to her, "Honey…did I hurt you?"

After a moment of looking down at her, her head rising and falling on his chest in time with his breathing, Cameron looked up at him. Her eyes looked glazed over, she looked…lost.

Just as he was starting to really worry, she surprised him when she reached up and gripped his chin in one hand. Craning her neck up, she kissed him. Smiling into the kiss, it quickly turned to a frown when John felt her tongue snaking around his lip, and the sound of a soft moan filled his ears.

Thinking they were 'done', John was definitely worried by her actions, and even more startled when he pulled back to find her eyes burning blue again, "What…what was that for?"

Ignoring his question, Cameron seemed oddly fixated on his lips. Slowly, she ran her fingertip over his lips, then dipped it into his mouth. After a moment of watching that finger like a hawk, she withdrew it and slowly brought it to her own mouth, licking it clean with a satisfied groan.

"C…Cameron?" Trying futilely to lock eyes with her, John tried anything to get her attention, "What's going on? What are you doing?"

Framing her face with his hands, John searched for any signs of the woman he loved. She was in there somewhere, but at the minute she just looked lost. Her eyes were glazed over, her mouth hung open and she seemed to be looking through him, not at him.

Brushing her hair back behind her ear with one hand, John was on the verge of a panic attack when he saw her blink, for what seemed like the first time since she'd buried her head in his shoulder and cried out in ecstasy, a sign that she was even aware of her actions.

"Cameron, honey, what's wrong...please..." Again looking for any sign she'd even heard him, he was bordering on stark panic, in fact when she spoke, it actually startled him.

"I love you." With his hands framing her face, Cameron spoke in a soft voice, eyes remaining unfocused.

"Please, tell me if there's something wrong, because I...wait, what?" His brow knitted together, a strange contrast with the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Love you." Again it was a small declaration, but it made John's heart soar, his face lighting up in ways nobody had seen for a long time.

"You, you love me? Really?" Gently stroking her cheek with his thumb, John couldn't ever remember being this overjoyed at hearing three little words.

Admittedly he was more than a little concerned by her behaviour, but at that moment he really couldn't care less. He suddenly felt like all the crap they'd been through, and would go through would be worth it. When he felt her confirm his question with a nod, his smile only grew.

He may have had blood smeared over his lips, his neck, his tongue. His body may have been battered and bruised. But as he leaned up to kiss the woman he loved, he couldn't care less how odd the past few minutes had been...she loved him!

Pulling back from the kiss with a wide smile, John gently brushed the hair out of her face before wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her tight. Feeling her lay her head on his chest, John allowed his head to flop back onto the pillow, still grinning like an stroking her hair, John closed his eyes, his exertions catching up with him. "I love you too, Cameron. I love you too."

One thing he did know though was that when he fell asleep, he'd be doing it as the happiest man on the planet.

A he drifted off, fingers still tangled in her hair, little did he know the chaos occurring within the depths of Cameron's chip. As her eyelids flickered and her head twitched, a battle was being fought for dominance between her latent programming and her conscious self.

The conscious part of her mind would never have allowed what she just did to happen, she'd never knowingly hurt her John. But the repressed side, the more baser side, her Skynet elements, most certainly would. As she once told John, 'What was once there, will always be there'.

The fact that she'd just indulged in her desires to hurt and to harm had brought her Skynet driven nature and programming racing to the surface. It had taken control, feeding her chip and her body with sensation after sensation she shouldn't have been capable of feeling. It was like a drug, something she couldn't control, something she couldn't keep at bay, something fuelled by what she was doing to John.

So as she lay there, still in her post lovemaking bliss, her mind was in turmoil, caught somewhere in between her dark programming and her conscious self. Her personality was trying to regain control, trying to push the deeper levels of her programming back into the dark corner they'd came from. But until it could do that, she was caught in limbo, a relatively blank slate operating on a purely 'subconscious' level.

If her logic and reasoning circuits had been engaged, she'd have realised that was what had caused her to say she loved him. It was the truth.

Often times humans say what they mean when talking in their sleep. Their true intentions manifest and display themselves when the personality sections of the mind are dormant. In essence when she was like this, she was in a way, at her most honest and open.

Head twitching again, her grip tightened on John's chest beneath her, but he was in too deep a slumber to notice. In order to re-assert itself, her conscious personality was doing what it had to do to force the repressed programming back where it had came from. It was removing all traces of anything created and/or changed by it. In other words it was suppressing all memory and sensations manifested while she was under the influence of her Skynet nature.

The sensations she got from making love. The thrill she got from tasting John's blood. The satisfaction she gained from knowing that she was hurting him…it was wiping them all out, or at the very least sectioning them off so they couldn't be accessed or remembered.

Her chip was a learning computer. The most advanced processor on the planet save for Amy's. This was what it was designed and created for. To learn, to grow, to adapt…to defend itself. Her chip was 'Cameron', Cameron was her chip. But her chip contained many things that 'Cameron' didn't want to accept and acknowledge. In order to protect her, it had to bury certain things down deep, only to be brought out when ready and fully understood, or when triggered again by something exterior.

Neither Cameron nor John had any idea this was going on. Cameron was suppressed, her body and mind now operating at a level it never had before…and neither had any idea how she'd behave when she was lucid enough to even open her eyes again.

One thing was for certain though…Cameron really did love John, more than he'd ever know.

Okay, before I get a dozen reviews complaining that I'm turning Cameron into something people don't like, all I ask for is your patience.

Please have faith in me. Everything is written for a reason, and everything has an explanation.

Now, go read the epilogue! :)