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TITLE: The Gift That Keeps On Giving

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 10 of ?

FANDOM: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles

SHIP: John / Cameron

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Smut

SPOILERS: Season One and Two

UNIVERSE: Companion piece to “Happy Birthday”. Connor decides to see what else Cameron can show him about being with a woman.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the creators, writers and producers of the show. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER TEN

Cameron actually backed off and gave him a little breathing room as far as Riley was concerned. His mother on the other hand was a different story. He had thought explaining his need for a normal friendship to a cyborg was hard. His mother’s mistrust and insistence of danger was almost a match for his stubbornness, but he also had some long-repressed teenage rebellion to fall back on. In the end she had to abide by his decision and he had to put up with her undisguised disapproval. “Well if only she knew.” He thought looking at Cameron after their final argument about it had come to a head. It was a price he was prepared to pay.

He liked having Riley over, being able to spend time with someone his own age. She had her quirks, she was almost obsessive about fresh fruit and she would have mainlined sugar if she could, but a quirk she didn’t have was asking too many questions about his past and that helped make it easy between them. He could relax around her, be the John he wanted to be, when he wanted to be. It was a nice change of pace for him. They shared meals and went to movies, talked about everything and nothing for hours on end and just generally hung out for weeks. She skirted around her past too and despite his curiosity he didn’t press her either.

He recognized a darkness in Riley, not anything evil or bad, but the sense that she had seen things and experienced things and he could relate. Cameron still made regular, but thankfully background appearances. She also stayed out of his bedroom and his bed, which he was glad and, at the same time, a little ambivalent about. When he was out with Riley, he knew she was around even when she didn’t make it seem like she was just a sister tagging along, but as long as she stayed out of sight and inconspicuous, he was happy. The idea amused him. He was actually happy, even with all the trials and tribulations of fighting Skynet that continued to plague his life.

It was late on a Thursday night. His mother was off on another of her wild chases tracking down some tenuous lead on the symbol he and he didn’t even know at that point really care where Derek was. He’d invited Riley over and they were ensconced on the sofa, watching the third in a monster movie in a marathon when she suddenly muted the television. “Okay what’s wrong with me?” she asked and he turned to her, frowning in confusion. “What do you mean?” he asked, not understanding the suddenness or the context of her question. “John, we’ve been going out for weeks, so… Why haven’t you at least tried to kiss me?” she rephrased her question more directly. Her eyes stating the seriousness of her question with more eloquence than her words.

“I… I thought we were just friends.” He told her wondering if she somehow had the ability to read his mind because he had thought of it once or twice, but he’d never had the guts. Killer machines from the future, not a problem, kissing a girl he liked, terrifying. She gave him a speculative look. “You don’t find me attractive? No that’s not it…I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes. It’s my breasts, isn’t it? They’re not big enough.” She continued as if she hadn’t even heard him. “No… No. Your breasts are wonderful, and you have a fantastic ass too. You have beautiful eyes and sexy lips. You’re beautiful.” He felt himself saying in a rush and meaning every word as he tried to forestall any other aspersions she might cast on herself with observational honesty. “So, why haven’t you…” she started and he simply leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, cutting her off.

Her lips were sweet and soft as she kissed him back. The kiss she returned was tentative and he noted the difference between her and Cameron. But, the effect on him was the same as he became aroused, feeling his jeans grow snug as he stiffened. He let his tongue probe lightly between her lips and across her teeth until she opened her mouth. The strawberry from her lip balm and the salt and butter from the popcorn they’d consumed in her mouth made an interesting and unique combination. Her hand clutched at the back of his neck and his shoulder as he wound one into her blonde curls and shifted his weight to move on top of her and guide her to lie back along the sofa. Her body was tense under his and her hand shifted position as if to come between them, but then reversed its motion to pull him to her once again as she relaxed. Her eyes had fluttered closed as he deepened the kiss and their tongues and lips sensuously danced, their breathing getting heavy, the heaving of her chest flattening her breasts against his chest.

His hips started to move of their own accord, grinding his now throbbing erection against her thigh. Making out with her and feeling her feminine form writhing against his, soon had his body primed for more than just kissing. Things were going well, until he pushed his hand up under the hem of her t-shirt and camisole, her skin warm and smooth, to explore the firm globes and taut nipples he felt poking into his chest. Riley grabbed his wrist and pulled her lips away from his. “What’s wrong? I thought this is what you wanted?” he queried with a frown, carefully working to keep the frustration and the disappointment out of his voice as he sat up, urged by her hand pushing lightly at his chest.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked anxiously when she didn’t say anything. “No.” she whispered and he made to kiss her again, but her hand on his chest restrained him again. “What is it?” he wondered, this time less successful at masking his frustration as his skin tingled with heated need and his dick throbbed in the tight confines of his boxers and pants. “I think I best be going.” She stated, not really answering his question as she too sat up, increasing the distance between them and pulling her sweater back up her arms and onto her shoulders. He could feel the tension and apprehension suddenly radiating off her as well.

John wasn’t sure what he had done wrong, but despite her denial it was obvious he had done something. “Come on… Don’t go. Let’s talk about this. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. We can just watch the movie, if you want.” He tried to repair whatever damage he had somehow caused. She smiled wanly at him, her lips slightly swollen and glistening wetly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s… It’s late. I should be getting home. I’ll see you at school in the morning.” She insisted, her eyes sliding away from his, and before he could mount any kind of protest she was hastily up, grabbing her bag and on her way out. He started to rise, but she was already at the door and then gone. He settled back with rueful shake of his head and adjusted himself trying to find a comfortable position for his throbbing erection.

“So much for Cameron’s ‘lessons’ on how to be with a woman.” He thought with a frustrated snort still trying to get relief from the discomfort of his erection pressing against the confines of his boxers and pants. Right on cue the cyborg in question came striding into the room. After one look at her, John narrowed his eyes and sat up as he noticed her demeanor, she was in terminator mode, zeroed in and unstoppable, and he wasn’t sure why. He scanned the room for danger, his eyes settling on the door as he strained his hearing in case it was coming from outside. The solid thumps of those ridiculous cowboy boots she habitually wore drew near and then stopped, bringing his head back around to face her.

His eyes widened as he found her at the end of the motion that had her whipping her top off and dropping it to the floor to bare her breasts. “Wha…” was as far as he got before Cameron was straddling his lap, her hand winding roughly into his hair at the back of his head and then tightening to pull it back, angling his face so that she could lower hers to capture his lips in a hungry, almost bruising kiss. Her always surprising warmth and mixture of hard musculature and soft femininity pressed against him as she used his mouth opening to protest to let her tongue storm the ramparts of his teeth and duel with his. His hands hovered on either side of her shoulders, his surprise making him want to push her away, but the re-ignition of his excitement and arousal forestalling him.

Cameron’s other hand slid down between them and she lifted herself slightly, making him groan as she ran her hand down and then back up along his cloth-restrained length with heat and pressure. She continued to kiss him and he kissed her back, soon breathing hard through his nose while his hands settled on the backs of her shoulders and then slid down the silk of her back. He groaned again, but this time with relief as her dexterous fingers undid his belt, undid his pants and pulled down his zipper without any difficulty or even looking. His hands had settled on and cupped her ass and a small part of him registered that the thin material of her skirt was the only thing between his skin and hers.

“What the hell, Cameron?” he panted when she finally eased up and relinquished his lips. She didn’t answer and he grunted, his hips bucking and driving his dick into her hand without his command as she expertly fished him out of the fly of his boxers. The hem of her skirt brushed across his dick as she slid her knees a little further forward on the sofa while rising higher. She grasped the base of his cock, positioned herself and then sank down all in one precise and fluid motion. John barely had time to register the steamy heat that confirmed that she wore nothing under her skirt before that same heat enveloped him.

Her snug sex rapidly surrounded him with liquid heat and pressure and drew a fast, delicious trail of buzzing friction down his length. Her slick, buttery flesh, pulsed and flexed around him in an erratic massage and the small of his back twitched and tightened, making his hips thrust up to drive him into her. He let out an explosive breath as the wave of pleasure radiated from his crotch to light up the rest of his nerves. He squirmed as she slowly circled her hips to settle onto his lap and he massaged her ass. John took and released deep, deliberate breaths to bring his suddenly churning balls and racing heart under control. Each time his chest expanded he could feel the hot little coals of her nipples pressing into his skin through the thin material of his t-shirt as he flattened her breasts. “Jeezus, it felt good to be inside her.” He had to admit to himself. It also made him very aware of how worked up he really had become with Riley.

He could feel her breath hot against his lips and he opened his eyes to find hers just inches away and he could see just the faintest pulse of blue in their chocolate depths. He licked his lips and sighed as she rocked slowly back and forth, her molten core shifting around his length and massaging it with a velvet-vice grip caress. The pink tip of her tongue made a slow circuit of her lips as well, leaving them glistening as they parted. Cameron seemed to be about to finally answer his question, but he found it just a little hard to concentrate as he couldn’t stop his hips from undulating to match her as she slowly started to rise and fall along his length with a slow blink of her long lashes.

“It has come to my attention that I may have…” her head tilted slightly and then straightened, “Failed to address some salient points that were not present in the programming and parameters of my original sub-mission.” She told him and he found himself raising an eyebrow, considering that he thought she had already gone well beyond those parameters a while ago. “Is that so?” He replied sarcastically and then hissed as she circled her hips to corkscrew around him, her already snug flesh tightening and squeezing around him to intensify the stimulation and send jolts of delight arching into him like lightning bolts. He caught a flutter in her eyelids and the slightest shudder run through her as she held him like that inside her for a moment or two, not quite as unaffected by her actions as she wanted to seem, before resuming her slow rise and fall and the more constant, but less intense sensation it created.

“I neglected to address the other half of the equation. Woman can be a certain way with men too. Some woman lead men on, use their feminine wiles to entice and arouse, but ultimately do not follow through on what they have offered. They are called cock teases; I believe is the correct vernacular.” She continued, her words that of a lecture, but her tone having just a slight edge to it that left no illusion as to whom she meant. Her choice of words also made him wonder just exactly where she was getting her information from. She was sounding just a little less Kinsey report and a little more midday soap opera.

“Cameron, I don’t think…” he started and then cut off as she clenched around him again. “Oh come on.” He groaned in exasperation as he gripped her hips and gritted his teeth, his shaft pulsing against tight embrace and making him want to simply start pumping his hips to release the contents of his now churning balls. He was so close it would be easy to just slip over the edge, but for some reason he didn’t. He was honest enough with himself to know that he also didn’t want to find out how she might stop him. He remembered her “unterminatorly” jealousy toward Riley and it was obvious she had been monitoring their exchange on the sofa. She would know that Riley sought more than friendship and that he had been more than amenable to her advances. He needed to let this play out. He was starting to find out a drawback of her humanization was irrationality and he wasn’t quite ready to see how far that went.

“Did she not initiate physical intimacy and then leave you in a state of aroused distress?” she asked, her tone taking on that strange coloring that told him she was accessing something other than her programming. He wanted to say that that wasn’t exactly how it went, but instead he simply nodded. John was certain that her question was rhetorical and that she did not want to be interrupted or contradicted. He grunted, and sucked in a sharp breath before he gritted his teeth as she continued to rise and fall on him, her rhythm steady and unwavering along with the pleasure she created. He let out his breath slow trying to remain in control of his rampant desire.

He had grudgingly and finally accepted the concept that Cameron, a machine, a killer cyborg from the future, had feelings. He wasn’t sure exactly how they equated to human feelings, or if she knew what they were, but he knew she was trying to process them. He also knew she was manipulating him to do so. She needed to express herself about what she had learned of his and Riley’s relationship and he had a feeling he had to let her or things could end badly. Even so, they still could, she was a Terminator a rather final solution to most problems were hardwired into them. Yet, all altruism aside, Cameron felt really good as she continued to ride him and he didn’t really want it to end yet. He realized he wasn’t nearly as conflicted about his reactions to Cameron as he had been. It was no longer a case of who was using whom, they were both using each other to get what they wanted or was it what they needed. He wasn’t exactly overjoyed about the person that made him.

“Was that a… Nice thing to do?” she enquired, her voice cooling as she paused to choose her words. He almost laughed at the absurdity of her question and the serious manner in which she delivered it, but he didn’t. “Would a friend do that?” She continued her line of questioning, her eyebrow twitching into a quirk for a moment. She sped up slightly and remarkably, her already snug channel seemed to tighten around him even more, increasing the heat, pressure and friction. The relentlessness of her pace, her little adjustments that intensified her stimulation of him, edging it with pain, but fell just short of pushing him over the edge, combined with the coolness of her demeanor and the fact that she was trying to appear unaffected gave him the impression that she was in some way trying to punish him. “Talk about passive aggressive.” He thought just as he had to bite back a cry as the velvet grip of her sex squeezed and then rippled around him, almost as if to prove his point.

His head pressed back into the back of the sofa behind him as her movement continued to build the sweet, torturous tension in his groin. Cameron arched her back and he slid one of his hands from her hips up over her ribs to capture her slightly swaying breast. His fingers flexed around her firm globe while his thumb found her stiff, straining nipple. Some part of him started to compare the interaction between himself and Cameron and his interaction with Riley as Cameron pushed into his hand. His intellectual mind took refuge in analyzing the conundrum almost in self-defense while the animal part of his mind worked feverishly to process the shockwaves of sensation that inundated his body He blinked, both at the surges of pleasure from Cameron and the surprising conclusion he came to.

Cameron was a machine who looked like a sixteen year old girl and Riley was an actual sixteen year old girl. A human sixteen year old girl with insecurities and fears with whom he’d gone from sharing their first kiss to some serious making out and then tried to feel up all in the space of minutes. Hell, if she hadn’t stopped him there he most likely would have tried to have sex with her. He realized his frame of reference on being intimate with someone had until that night been exclusively shaped by Cameron and kissing her had always only led to one thing. He cursed himself for not seeing that difference before and cringed inwardly as to how he was going to apologize and explain to Riley. He thought he had most definitely blown any chance at her being his girlfriend, but he still wanted her as a friend.

His cyborg protector might be acting more and more human, but she wasn’t and he really needed to keep that much more firmly in mind. She was still more programming than feelings and despite her actions; he doubted she was motivated by intimacy. He almost shook his head, the growl of frustration becoming a drawn out groan as she circled her hips and ground down on him, her slick sheath stimulating his entire length and sending lightning strikes of delight arching through his system. A harsh, cynical laugh in the recesses of his mind reminded him of his inconsistencies and contradictions, while hinting at the fallibility of his rationalization that allowed him to let Cameron keep doing what she was doing.

The revelations kept on coming. He also realized that he truly cared for the blonde girl that had so recently wormed her way into his life and was genuinely sorry about having distressed her. It also came as a shock to him to discover why. All the fooling around with Cameron and the changes he noted in her, had stirred feelings in him. He cared for Cameron, but he needed more and Riley provided it. He cared for Cameron because of the potential “person” she could become, but he cared for and wanted Riley in his life for the person she was. Also, he was pretty sure Riley would flip and kill him at any given moment. He knew that his situation was surreal, absurd even. He was having sex with Cameron and thinking of Riley, but he just couldn’t seem to stop doing either.

It was, however, very difficult to continue on a train of thought or self-chastisement or enlightenment with a determined, half-naked cyborg that looked, felt and tasted like a hot, nubile teenage girl pulling your mouth to her breast while bouncing up and down on his dick. John felt very human and weak as despite his revelations he was still too caught up in physical pleasure to do the right thing about them, yet. Despite the fact that Cameron was doing most of the work and he wasn’t really exerting himself, his clothes clung damply to his sweaty skin, feeling rough and itchy which just seemed to enhance the silky smooth feel of Cameron’s skin. There was nothing he could do about Riley right then, but he could deal with Cameron, sort of. John filed away his discoveries, doubts and conclusions for later consideration and gave himself over to his more immediate needs.

He acquiesced to her less-than-gentle urging he ran his tongue up along the valley of her cleavage before circling his tongue along the curve of her left breast until he found and latched onto the tube of her nipple with his lips. He started to thrust up in sync with her as she lowered herself onto him. He knew she didn’t even need to actually breath and it kind of amazed him to feel her breathing change as he suckled at first one and then the other her taut nipples and her pretense of unaffectedness slipped further as little sounds of delight dripped from her lips and she massaged the back of his head. She sank down on him, meeting his rising pelvis and then continued to bear down until he was settled fully back on the sofa before slowly circling his hips. John couldn’t stop his eyelids from fluttering and his ass clenching as her sex swirled, flexed and contracted around him while she ground down on his balls.

He couldn’t hold back anymore as the continuous jolts of delight combined into a powerful, roiling charge that finally broke free and burst across his senses as his hips jerked and his semen rocketed up his length to erupt into her, welcoming, rippling sex. He grunted and wasn’t quite able to pull his mouth off her breast fast enough, his teeth clamping down on her nipple as he tensed under the electric assault of his climax. His hips jerked with each spurt, his cock expanding against her tight embrace as he drove up into her. John forced his jaw to unclench so that he could throw his head back to gulp in air and expel a rumbling growl of release.

His eyes snapped open and he cried out as she suddenly and rapidly bounced up and down on him. “Cameron…” he groaned her name his jaw once again clenched, his teeth gritted to stifle his cries to grunts as she rode him hard and fast. His pleasure turned to pain as she over-stimulated already overloaded nerves, her welcoming sex now a scorching furnace. “Well here was the actual punishment part.” He concluded wryly as his hands clutched at her hips in a futile attempt to stop her. He was a little less sure of that conclusion when he looked into her face.

The cool mask was gone. The blue glow behind her wide open eyes was a steady glow. Her mouth was open wide; her straight white teeth bared, her nostrils flared and her cheeks were flushed while little animal noises bubbled from her throat. She appeared driven and strained until she tensed and her fingers bit into his shoulders as he felt her shudder. She was the portrait of a woman in orgasm. He grunted in discomfort as her sex twisted around him, making a very good attempt at crushing and wringing him out even as a fresh rush of liquid heat surrounded him and she tensed to the point of vibrating.

She rippled around him and he expelled a sharp breath as his balls lurched and tried to expel the seed they no longer contained. “Cameron, stop, please. You’re hurting me.” He pleaded with her without reaction, her sex continuing to milk him until she finally blinked. The change was so abrupt; he could almost hear the click of a switch as the machine in her re-emerged. Her fingers relaxed and she rose up onto her knees, letting him slip free before she slid off the sofa to stand in front of him.

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