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A Look In Her Eyes
(John/Cameron)
-TSCC, Post Season Two

John couldn’t help but study her expression as they fucked.

He had gotten fairly good at distinguishing the subtle changes in her face. One would assume that when she wasn’t in ‘infiltration mode’ her expression would be completely blank, and to a casual observer sometimes it was, but even then John could always see something, if only around her eyes. Not only that but he had come to understand what most of them meant. Along with generally very discreet shifts in body language and posture her face could usually tell him what she was thinking and feeling, though feeling was a word he would only occasionally use to describe her moods.

The one expression that he wasn’t sure the meaning of, despite having given it a good deal of thought, was the one she wore during sex.

Sex with Cameron seemed to have a subdued feel to it. Not that she was passive, John could feel her vaginal muscles grip and massage his erection as he thrust in and out of her pussy, her hands kneading his back as he moved above her, her legs twisted around his as her pelvis moved against his in almost perfect time with his thrusts. But while she was attentive, there was never any passion.

He and Riley had fucked a few times. And while her, technique, wasn’t as sophisticated as Cameron’s, in fact their first time had been fairly awkward, her lovemaking had had an exuberance and excitement that Cameron never approached. Not that he minded, while he was sure the cyborg’s infiltration programing could easily allow her to give a convincing act, he had made it clear that that wasn’t what he wanted from her, and not just when they had sex. He wanted the real her, whatever that was, or wasn’t.

As they fucked John felt his end begin to approach. The muscles in his upper arms burned as he held himself above her, his elbows resting on either side of her torso level with her breasts. John allowed himself to focus on her face as it rested below his, her eyes closed, chin pointed up as she pressed her head back against the pillow. Her expression… he knew elements of it, contemplative, curious, like she was encountering another one of humanities many idiosyncrasies and trying to warp her artificial mind around whatever it was, and to her maybe that was what sex was, something to try to be understood, like music or dancing or sleeping. But there was something else to the look she wore, something more. Something he couldn’t identify.

John continued to study her, in part because it provided just enough of a distraction from their coupling to hold off his building climax. Then her eyes opened and locked onto his. John’s pace inside her faltered, his thrusts becoming slower and sporadic until he was almost still inside her, his entire cock sheathed within the hot, wet, velvety grasp of her channel, the walls of her sex soft yet tight around him. As he looked down into her eyes he was dimly aware of one of her hands sliding down to the small of his back, the other coming up run through his short hair.

“John?” Cameron spoke softly after a moment, a slightly questioning tint to her voice. His only response was to shift all of his weight to his left arm, freeing his other hand play with her long, silky chestnut hair.

A few moments later he gasped as he felt her pussy spasm around him, her walls briefly tightening and rippling against his cock, as if to remind it and the rest of him that this peaceful resting was not the point of their joining, something his body agreed with, demanding that he resume, re-immerse himself in the pleasure of sex and release the built up electric energy sparking through every nerve in his body, now that it had begun wanting to finish its build up to glorious overload before dissipating in sublime afterglow.

His mind ignored both his body’s insistence and hers admonition. “Have I ever told you you’re beautiful?” John asked quietly.

“Yes,” Cameron replied, responding with the same tone as if he’d asked her if she’d checked the mailbox, causing John to chuckle softly. “What are we doing.” Cameron asked after a moment.

John wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Well you see Cameron, when a man and a women really like each other, and they’re left alone in a house in the middle of the day with nothing important to do-”

“I mean why have you stopped moving your penis inside my vagina,” Cameron cut in, a slight tightening around her eyes telling him the she knew full well that he knew full well what her question had meant. “There is only one other time you stopped in the middle of intercourse,” she continued, “And that was when-” Cameron suddenly fell silent, her mouth closing with a slightly audible clink as her teeth met.

John looked down at her with confusion. “What?”

“You told me never to...” Cameron trailed off again.

“I told you what?” John asked, his bewilderment quickly deepening.

After a few moments Cameron responded, her tone almost sheepish. “Mention your mother while one of us is naked.”

John laughed, his chin bouncing against his chest as his head dropped down. He quieted down and looked back up at her to see her watching him with a hint of bemusement.

“I’m just, taking in the moment,” However a few moments later he gave in a little to his desire, moving inside her again with slow, shallow, but steady strokes. Cameron immediately responded by gently rocking her pelvis in time with his thrusts. John gradually brought his pace back up, and after a minute their lovemaking had regained it’s previous momentum. Gasping for breath John drooped his head down, his forehead resting against the pillow, his open mouth brushing the soft skin of her neck. Cameron arched her back up off the mattress, pressing her torso against his, deliberately mashing her breasts against his chest as her hands griped him back, holding him more firmly against her. She began moving her hips moved more wildly against his, letting her counter-thrusts fall partly out of sink with his as he drove in and out of the glorious depths of her sex.

John felt his climax approaching again, and this time did nothing her forestall it, thrusting into her pussy once, twice, three more times before burying himself to the hilt in her channel as his orgasm hit, his cock pulsing as it pumped his seed into her where it flowed up her vagina and past her cervix, where instead of a womb his semen spilled into an organ that collected it and added it to the wast generated by her organic components.

Cameron settled back against the bed as John went limp on top of her, his weight uncomfortable for a human female, but of no concern to her. John rested there for a few moments as he drifted through post-orgasmic euphoria. After a few seconds his higher brain functions began reluctantly to stumble back into action and John found that while it had its interesting points, on the whole Cameron’s body was not the most comfortable of surfaces to rest on. He made to roll off of her, but found this difficult as her limbs where still warped securely around his body, her arms holding his back, her legs crossed around him with her calves resting just below his ass.

“Cameron,” John muttered, his face still pressed against her neck, “It’s not that I don’t just… really love your body, but the bed is kind of softer.” Cameron released him and John heaved himself off of her to collapse next to her on the left side of his admittedly just-ever-so-slightly-too-small-for-this-bed. Not that John usually minded, a naked Cameron pressed up against him for lack of space was a perfectly acceptable arrangement.

“What’s it like?” Cameron asked after a moment.

John grunted, his eyes only half open as his sex-sated body drifted towards a pleasant, post-coital afternoon nap. “What’s what like,” he slurred drowsily after a moment.

“Cumming.”

John lifted his head up at her choose of words. “‘Cumming’,” he repeated after a moment.

“Climaxing, having an orgasm.”

John shook his head. “You know how there are some things that I can try to explain pretty well, and others I just… can’t?” Cameron nodded. “I think this falls into the second.” John shifted onto his back and laid back down. Cameron tucked herself in against him and he laid his arm along her back, his hand resting on her side just above her hip. “You’ve said that you can feel stuff, right,” John said after a moment.

Cameron nodded against his chest, her head resting above his heart. “Yes but… I feel sex, and with my infiltration programing I can calculate the point at which an orgasm would be achieved and act as though one is occurring, but… sometimes the difference between me acting as though I’m experiencing something, and a human actually experiencing it isn’t as significant as someone would think. Other times there is a very significant difference.”

“And… cumming… would fall under the latter?”

Cameron nodded again. “I can emulate any of the outer signs, but,” Cameron shifted against him, raising her head to look him in the face. “When you cum,” John’s lips twitched at her uncustomary use of such a colloquial expression, “It effects your whole body. Even your brain...”

“Shuts down?” John offered.

“Sensory overload would not be entirely accurate, but close enough,” Cameron responded. “I’m of course not designed to experience such a thing. If I do it’s because something has gone wrong. It currently would not be a desirable experience.”

John nodded. “I get what you’re saying,” He was silent for a moment. “Do you like sex?”

Cameron nodded. “It’s like food. I don’t crave it, certainly not like you do, but I’m capable of appreciating the experience.”

“You, well crave might be to strong a word, but I’ve seen you eat more than you need to keep your flesh alive, and not to be social either. And you dance. I kind of like watching you do it sometimes, but I don’t get the felling that you ever do it for anything but yourself,” John grinned as a sudden though struck him. “Do you ever masturbate?”

Cameron gave him a look. “Are you actually wondering, or do you just find the thought titillating?” John shrugged. “No,” she answered. “I never had any sexual experiences before our relationship, and since are encounters have been more then frequent enough to satisfy any interest on my part,” Cameron considered the question for another moment. “I suppose the mechanics of solo self-stimulation would be sufficiently different to warrant exploration at some point.”

John stopped breathing for a moment. “Well, if you ever decided to, ‘explore’, let me know.”

Cameron looked at him, the corners of her lips slightly raised in an almost smirk. “But then you would want to become involved, at which point the stimulation would no longer be solo,” She glanced down at his groin. “Speaking of which, you’re developing another erection.”

John shrugged and closed his eyes again. “It’ll go away on it’s own. John Henry kept us all up way too late last night with that crap about… whatever the hell he was going on about- and I don’t care,” John quickly added, sensing that Cameron was about to explain exactly what the hell John Henry had been going on about late into the previous night. “Not at this moment. I just want to take a nap.”

“I could just give you a blowjob.”

A small part of him perked up at that, but only a small part. “I’d probably fall asleep halfway though it,” John replied before yawing. “And that would just be embarrassing for both of us.” After a moment he felt Cameron sitting up and shifting around beside him before lying back down against his side again, bringing a light bed-sheet with her to cover them.

“Tell you what,” John said before surrendering completely to sleep. “I should probably get back up again by four, If you want you can try blowing me back to consciousness.”
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