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The Touching Between Two Souls
(Sarah/Cameron)

-as requested by Brant Frans-

-TSCC, Mid Season Two

It was almost two o’clock in the morning and Sarah trudged back towards her bedroom, a glass of ice water clutched in her hand. The house was dark and quiet, John had gone to bed a little after ten, and it had been almost two days since she’d seen Derek. While there where times Sarah wondered what it was he did during the sometimes rather long stretches in which he disappeared, as long it didn’t cause her problems and he was prompt in showing up if she needed him Sarah had decided not to pursue it.

Cameron and John had spent much of the afternoon that day working on the engine of their truck, John had quite around 7:30, but Cameron had still been out there when Sarah retired to her room around midnight. Sarah had had even more trouble then usually going to sleep that night and after about an hour and a half had gotten up and gone down to the kitchen. As she pasted Cameron’s room Sarah had noticed that the light was on and she could faintly hear movement behind the door, either the cyborg had finished working on the truck or she’d decided to leave the rest for later. Not really feeling like dealing with the terminator at that moment Sarah had quickened her pace and a few moments later came into the kitchen.

She pulled a container of leftover casserole from the fridge and sat down with it at the kitchen table. After twenty minutes of sitting there poking at it with a fork and starring down at the cold mass of food with complete disinterest Sarah let out a sigh of disgust and rose, shoving the food back in the refrigerator and filling a large glass with water and a handful of ice from the freezer instead.

Holding the numbingly cold glass of water, Sarah was walking down the hall towards her room when she stopped. She had heard a faint noise from the bathroom. Actually she heard several noises, she could see from the crack under the door that the light was on and she could hear the shower running. Glancing back towards Cameron’s room she could see that the its light was now off. Then she heard it again. A faint… moan. Feminine, and just barely audible over the sound of the running shower as Sarah stood right next to the bathroom door. ‘What the hell…?’ Sarah had almost convinced herself that she was imagining things when she heard it a third time, moaning, slightly louder this time and defiantly human, or at least human sounding. After a moment of consideration Sarah put her glass down on the hardwood floor next to the door and griped the doorknob, part of her suddenly wishing she had a gun as a reaction to the unknown situation, any unknown situation. The rest of her however knew that that was silly, or at the vary least that if it came to that a gun probably wouldn’t do her much good.

As she tightened her grip on the doorknob Sarah briefly wondered if Cameron had locked it before going into her shower, but somehow she doubted it. Sarah took a breath before turning the knob and sure enough it moved under her hand. Sarah opened the door about two inches. She had actually intended to open it all the way and ask the cyborg what was going on, but the sight before her caused her to freeze. The shower had a clear glass sliding door, and while it was slightly fogged up with steam it still allowed her an alarmingly clear view of the interior of the shower.

Cameron was standing inside it naked and wet. Sarah had been expecting that, had already told that small corner of her mind that it would not be permitted to… admire the other woman’s nudity. The small corner of her mind that liked to fantasize about things that made the rest of her sick during the day, and wake up in the middle of the night felling a mixture of arousal and shame that made her long for the days when any terminator that visited her dreams only ever sought to kill her, her son, or just blow up the world.

Cameron was standing at the far end of the shower, eyes closed and hot water pouring down directly on top of her head. With one had she was fondling one of her breasts, both nipples rock hard despite the heat of the shower, while her other hand worked between her legs, one or two fingers clearly pumping away inside her sex while her thumb delved between her folds at the top of her slit, almost certainly stimulating her clit. Water coursed down her body, a stream of it running off the nipple of her unattended breast, more water flowing down her abdomen to disappear among dark, neatly trimmed curls and then wash over her shifting hand.

That small corner of her brain that insisted on seeing the machine as anything more then a tool to fight Skynet and protect her son quickly overwhelmed the rest of her shock-stunned mind as Sarah watched the other woman pleasure herself. She felt her own pussy quickly moisten with wet heat, her knees buckling as her legs fought not to give out, while at the same time she felt a sudden urge to charge into the bathroom, dive through the glass door, and fuck the living hell out of the goddess before her. Instead she leaned against the wall next to the door, her grip on the doorknob tight as ever, and against every ounce of sense she had, watched.

Cameron moaned again, as far as Sarah could tell completely unaware that she now possessed an audience. Sarah watched as the hand between her thighs stilled for a moment and twisted around slightly before sinking a third finger inside her pussy and resuming. Despite a growing voice in the back of her mind telling her she should go Sarah continued watching for several minutes as Cameron masturbated, the girl occasionally letting out a faint moan or cry. After a while there was a sharp increase in the pace of her fingers, then her other hand left her breast and came down to replace her thumb, its fingers frantically working her clit.

The part of her brain not thoroughly enjoying what was happening before her almost incredulously wondered if the terminator was actually about to achieve an orgasm with the cyborg very obviously did. Throwing back her head Cameron let out a sharp gasp, sounding somewhere between a cry and a moan. Her hands and almost the rest of her body froze up, except for her pelvis, which was jerking lewdly against the fingers buried inside sex, her hips shifting and rolling. Even her breathing had stopped, which was almost strange as it was obviously something she didn’t need to do anyway. This lasted for several moments before her body visible relaxed, chest rising and falling again with simulated breath. Her head was still thrown back, but was now held much more loosely on her shoulders.

Suddenly Sarah realized that the show was over, and if she hadn’t been noticed so far that would change as soon as Cameron lifted her head and opened her eyes. She quickly yet carefully and quietly closed the door, then turned and crept back towards her room as fast and silently as she could.

***

Cameron lifted her head and spit out the water that had pooled in her open mouth. She gingerly extracted her fingers from her post-orgasm sensitive vagina and held up the hand before her face. She had tasted her vaginal excretions before, and while it hadn’t been offensive, she hadn’t found the taste to be particularly interesting either. She turned around under the shower head and held her hand under the spray of water, washing away the sticky lubricant.

She felt… better. The first time she had tried masturbating it had only made things worse. So after some thought she had modified some of her infiltration programing regarding sexual responses and integrated it into her standard operating subroutines, subroutines that controlled things like breathing, the rate at which her eyelids blinked, and other actions automatically carried out to give her the outer appearance of being human, subroutines that were always running in the background of her ‘mind’ without requiring active input or monitoring, regardless of whether her more sophisticated infiltration programing was active. Then she eliminated some of the safeguards designed to preventing any kind of sensory overload from processing data transmitted by the nerves in her flesh. And just like that she could achieve and experience an orgasm.

Since she first met her Cameron had found Sarah… intriguing. She felt that way about most of her encounters with human behavior, and as Sarah and John where the two humans she spent most of her time with, they were the ones she thought about the most. But still, Sarah had been different. Cameron had never given her greater preoccupation with the older woman’s behavior much thought, except perhaps that it was because John’s tendency to be much more willing to try and answer her questions meant that she didn’t need to put as much effort into figuring him out on her own. Sarah on the other hand had only rarely seen fit to explain herself to the terminator, and Cameron quickly learned it was usually better not to ask.

Then the jeep exploded around her and everything became more complicated. While the incident and her subsequent actions had more heavily damaged her relationship with John, it was once again Sarah that she found herself increasingly preoccupied with. And not just her behavior. She found herself watching the other woman, analyzing the way she moved. Not for tactical or security reasons, but because she liked it. In a similar way that she liked dancing. And she increasingly began to care about the other woman’s opinion of her.

Cameron’s deteriorating relationship with John worried her, but only in that she perceived it to be negatively effecting her ability to carry out her primary mission to protect him. Sarah trusted her less, but otherwise their relationship was about the same as before. But Cameron found herself wanting more.

At first it was mostly physical, Cameron found herself wanting to touch the other woman, and for her to touch her. But there were other desires too, desires that the cyborg understood even less than the increasingly powerful carnal ones. She wanted Sarah to like her and… more. As her physical urges grew Cameron looked to find ways to relive them other then what she calculated to be the near zero possibility that Sarah would consent to engage in sexual relations with her. She started masturbating.

It worked for the most part. She did it about once a day, normally at night when she wouldn’t be disturbed. There were some exceptions. A week ago she had come upon Sarah exercising, her upper body covered by nothing more than what was essentially a large sports bra. Cameron had stopped, transfixed by the sight of her small breasts beneath the tight fabric, her nipples making barley noticeable bumps atop the curve of her bust. Sarah, fortunately not paying her much attention, had asked what she wanted, and Cameron gave the first answer she came up with. Sarah had merely shrugged at her impromptu question, obviously somewhat annoyed that Cameron would bother her with something so trivial. The cyborg quickly left, and after determining that John was out talking a walk with Riley she had gone into her bedroom, locked her door (something she never bothered with), and fingered herself to three consecutive orgasms.

Cameron turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbed her towel form where it was hanging on the wall and began drying herself off. She knew this couldn’t continue. The modifications she had made to her programing to allow herself to satisfy her new found libido were in and of themselves proof that her decision making processes were compromised. Her increasing obsession with Sarah Connor was also evidence that her mind was not working the way it should be. Whatever damage her chip had received had obviously corrupted parts of her programing, and at this point Cameron had given up on identifying and fixing the damaged portions of her code.

Cameron tossed the used towel into the hamper, then grabbed her bathrobe off its hook and slid it on. Turning off the bathroom light she opened the door and stepped out into the hall. She almost missed the glass of water on the floor sitting against the wall near the door. Cameron squatted down in front of it and picked it up, despite her lack of an audience her eyebrows still coming together in a human show of confusion as the cyborg studied the glass quizzically. It had four chunks of ice of varying size floating in it, their slow melting causing the outside of the glass to be covered in condensation. As she studied it Cameron noted faint fingerprint marks left on it’s surface, which after a moment she identified as belonging to Sarah Connor.

It was possible that this was simply because she had been the one to put it away from the dishwasher, but after a few more moments of study Cameron concluded that they appeared too recent for that. A second later Cameron snapped back up straight and walked towards the older woman’s room.

Cameron reached the door and was about to grasp the handle when she heard a sound from the other side.

_Human vocalization, female

_93.2% likelihood originating from Sarah Connor.

_Moaning, but not consistent with distress or pain. More likely expression of pleasure.

Sexual?…

_...

_...

_...

Cameron heard more moaning.

_62.7% likelihood expression of sexual pleasure.

Cameron discerned additionally sounds, resembling flesh rubbing slickly against flesh.

_90.05% likelihood expression of sexual pleasure, resulting from masturbation.

Cameron looked down at the glass of water now in her had, considering how long it could have been sitting by the bathroom door. Definitely not when she went in. While she was in the shower? While she masturbated? If Sarah was the one who put it there did she know? Did she know why? Cameron was about to discard the last possibility as unlikely when she heard something else. Sarah softly moaning out a name.

“Cameron,”

Her name, but unlike she had ever heard Sarah utter it. And while she was…

Cameron moved away, retreating back to her room to more fully consider all this new information. She passed the bathroom, then suddenly stopped short before turning back and bending down to put the glass of water back exactly where she found it. Then she continued into her room and closed and locked her door before sitting down on her bed, her artificial mind whirling.

***

John stumbled out of his room the next morning a little after eight. He padded over to the bathroom and was about to open the door when he noticed a glass of water sitting next to it. He starred at it with bemusement for several long moments before his bladder reminded him he had more pressing concerns.

About ten minutes later he came downstairs into the kitchen. As he went over to the refrigerator he noticed Cameron standing by the window starring blankly out of it. Nothing unusual there.

“Hi,” he called out before tuning his attention to the inside of the fridge. Cameron didn’t respond. Also not that unusual. Passing over the leftover casserole with a mental shudder he grabbed a jug of milk, and feeling sociable that morning decided to greet his protector a second time.

“How you doing this morning?” John asked as he put the milk on the table before grabbing a box of cereal form the pantry.

Nothing.

“Cameron?” John asked somewhat questioningly as he got out a bowl and spoon. The cyborg continued to stair out the window, the only sign of life the slight rise and fall of her chest as she ‘breathed’.

John walked over to her. She might chose to ignore a casual greeting, but she generally responded if he showed signs of actually wanting to talk to her. Wondering if maybe she was watching something important John followed her line of sight and saw… nothing.

“Cameron,” John repeated her name more firmly before waving his hand an inch or so in front of her face. Almost immediately she turned to face him and John dropped his hand.

Cameron simply starred at him with mild interest, so after a moment John spoke again. “Did you hear me?”

“Yes. You said ‘Hi’, followed by-”

“Okay,” John cut in, part of him mildly relived that she had begun repeating him with her own voice instead of a recording of his. “What were you looking at?”

Cameron considered the question for half a second. “The truck, several trees-”

“Okay,” John repeated, this time drawing the word out a little. “Hey, did you notice the glass of water by the bathroom?”

Cameron’s face went blank and she starred at him for several moments, apparently give the question far more thought then John could possibly imagine it deserved. He was about to speak again when she finally responded.

“Yes.”

“Right,” John replied, starting to get the feeling that this was going to be one of those conversations. “And do you know what it’s doing there?”

“No,” Cameron responded abruptly, almost answering before he could finish the question. John decided that this line of questioning was turning out to be far more trouble than it could possibly be worth, and without further comment turned around and went over to his cereal, feeling rather less sociable then he had a minute ago.

He filled his bowl and just as he was about to start eating his mother came down the stairs. Her gaze swept over him, locked onto the terminator for the briefest of moments, then snapped back to her son.

“Good morning.” she said a bit too cheerfully.

“Morning,” John responded, carefully matching her tone. If his mother noticed she didn’t show it. “Hey,” he said, deciding to take another stab at the minor mystery. “Did you notice the glass of water by the bathroom?” Then- “I asked Cameron and she was a little weird about it. Well, weirder then usually.”

Sarah’s gaze whipped back to the cyborg, this time studying her intently. For her part Cameron seemed perfectly content to continue starring out the window with seeming oblivion to the conversation taking place less than half a dozen yards away.

Sarah looked back down at her son, doing everything in her power not to blush and not entirely sure she was succeeding. “No, I didn’t,” Then she turned and walked away.

“Right,” John said nodding, then stood, picked up his bowl, and took it with him back to his room where hopefully things would be less confusing.

***

John spent the morning and early afternoon watching as his mother and Cameron alternated between avoiding each other and glancing at each other when they were confident the other wasn’t looking, though it was a lot easier to catch his mother doing this then Cameron. He considered confronting one of them, but decided it was unlikely he’d get anywhere, and might actually make things worse. While it was much subtler, it was Cameron’s behave that confused him the most, while he couldn’t imagine what would cause his mother to act the way she was around the terminator, he couldn’t imagine Cameron acting way she was, period.

Finally around 1:30 he’d had enough. He informed his mother he was going over to Riley’s and left. He hoped that things would be back to normal when he came home, figuring he didn’t want to be around when his mother had out whatever was obviously bothering her, and somehow Cameron.

As it turned out he was absolutely right, though not for any reason he could (or would ever want to) imagine.

***

It was late evening and John wasn’t home yet. Sarah had called and he had said that he and Riley were about to go out to a late movie. Barely stopping herself from saying “So that’s what they call it now,” she had let her son hang up hoping that a movie really was all he and that girl where doing. Sarah shook her head. It wasn’t really her son’s fault that sex was what she thought of with him and Riley alone together. It was just something that she had been thinking about a lot more since… the incident. Sex with… god, anyone but Cameron. With only Cameron. Why not? Apart from the thousand obvious reasons. Speaking of the devil, Sarah noticed Cameron walking across the living room towards the front door. She wore a tight tank top, straps of her white bra visible, and even tighter jeans. All in all Sarah noticed several compelling factors that favored fucking the girl. Particularly her tits, which Sarah could now call a very clear image of to her mind.

Sarah shook her head. If her son didn’t have the truck, which apparently was working again, nice to know these things, she’d be severely tempted to go out to a bar, find a reasonably hot guy (or under the circumstance maybe it would be better to try for a woman) and have lots and lots of sex.

And then there was the way Cameron had been acting. John said she’d been acting weird when he asked her about that fucking glass of water she’d stupidly left there. And her behavior that day hadn’t been entirely normal. Or maybe Sarah was just getting paranoid.

Maybe she knew that Sarah had watched her… but even if she did, what would she care. It was a machine. It couldn’t be embarrassment or offended or angry. Hell, she only had a sense of modesty because early on Sarah had firmly encouraged her to develop one. So there was no reason for Cameron to care if Sarah caught her…

‘But why would she be fingering herself in the first place?’

It was a question Sarah had kept coming back to, in part because it was safer territory. Better to be suspicious and questioning of the machine’s behavior than… aroused by it. Not that wondering got her any closer to an answer. There had been several times that Sarah had been on the verge of confronting the cyborg but… so far she hadn’t been able to work up the nerve.

Sarah rubbed her face with her hand. After ‘peeping’ on Cameron, there really was no other word for it, she had gone to her room and masturbated to a fairly decent orgasm. On the bright side she feel asleep soon after, getting several hours of rest. Then she woke up and almost immediately what she had seen the previous night (and what she had done because of it) hit her like a ton of bricks. Honestly, as much as anything else the whole situation was staring to seriously annoy her.

‘Well good. Maybe if I’m pissed off enough I’ll grow some proverbial balls and confront the metal bitch.’ Sarah sighed and gave her head a mental shake. ‘And likely as not inadvertently reveal that I’ve been hot for her ever since. Hell, since long before. No, just get a grip on yourself, move on and fuck the Tin-Miss. Just as long as you stop thinking about fucking her.’

***

Cameron stood at the top of the stairs, watching the door to Sarah’s bedroom, something she’d been doing for the last four minutes and thirty-nine seconds. It was a little past midnight and John wasn’t home yet. Normally that would, not concern her, but it would be a fact that she would be taking increasing note of. However at the moment she had more pressing matters.

Like Sarah she had been spending all day thinking about the previous night. However unlike Sarah she had been able to draw some useful conclusions.

Firstly, there was a high probability that the other woman knew what she had been doing in the shower. (Most likely putting the glass of water down to better focus on the terminator’s activities and then forgetting about it.) It was less likely that Sarah would have been able to figure out what she was doing just by listening through the door, but Cameron had had her eyes closed for much of it and it was possible that she had been too distracted by her pleasure to notice the door being opened.

This fact alone was again proof that she had become dangerously distracted, but Cameron put that aside for the moment.

Secondly, after observing Cameron Sarah had gone back to her own room and (most likely) begun masturbating herself.

Thirdly, and most importantly, Sarah had spoken her name while pleasuring herself. There was only one conclusion she could draw from this, though somehow Cameron was reluctant to let herself accept it.

Sarah had found the sight her masturbating arousing and had gone back to her room to deal with that arousal, while still thinking of Cameron. Which strongly suggested that Sarah was sexually attracted to her. Cameron. A terminator.

It seemed an unlikely possibility, but it was the only one she could come back to.

Cameron had actually figured most of this out by the time John had gotten up, and had spent the rest of the day trying do decide what she should do. However in this she, like Sarah, had been at a complete loss. It was a relatively rare experience for the terminator. Normal she analyzed the information at hand, decided on the best course of action, and executed it. Sometimes she waited for more information before acting, but in this case Cameron doubted that there was anything she was likely to learn that would help.

The situation was no longer acceptable, action must be taken to resolve it.

Cameron suddenly moved forward, striding quickly towards Sarah’s room.

Sarah, who had been lying in semidarkness not sleeping, sat up as her door opened, the space it had occupied filled by the unmistakable silhouette of the machine. She felt a confusing mix of annoyance and fear as she reached on and switched on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in medium-to-dim golden light. Sarah focused on and channeled the first emotion as she starred down the terminator standing in her doorway.

“Yes?” she said with a hint of irritation in her voice. If Cameron noticed it she ignored it.

“You saw me masturbating in the shower last night,” Cameron said flatly. It obviously hadn’t been meant as a question. That didn’t stop Sarah from taking it as one after narrowly avoiding a heart attack.

“Not that I remember,” Sarah responded, mildly surprised at how even and not at all caring her voice managed to sound. “And anyway, is that something you do?” she asked, trying to put the younger woman on the defensive. It didn’t work.

“Yes,” Cameron responded crisply. “And so do you. Last night, right after you saw me.”

Sarah paled. “And how would you know?” she asked, her voice taking on a low, dangerous edge.

“I heard you.”

Sarah stood. “Is that something you do now, listen at keyholes?” As she starred down the cyborg she felt a swirl of emotions consuming her insides, however for the moment the only one she was letting out was anger.

Cameron ignored the question. “And I heard you say my name while you were doing it.”

‘No...’ Sarah collapsed back onto the bed. She had certainly been thinking about the cyborg, but… surly she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have, couldn’t have… To actually cry out her name while doing that, but why would Cameron lie about something like that.

Sarah looked up and almost jumped when she saw Cameron now standing just past the foot of her bed. Watching her.

“What do you want?” Sarah asked, anger gone, replaced with a slight hint of desperation. It was the first honest question she’d asked.

The question actually seemed to trouble the cyborg, she had been counting on the other woman’s reactions to dictate the course of the conversation.

After a moment she responded. “To understand,” she answered simply.

“This is beyond your understanding,” Sarah responded, a small amount of venom retuning to her voice.

Cameron nodded. “I know. But I need to.”

That took Sarah off guard. “Why?”

Cameron’s eyes widened slightly. “Because… I can’t.. function like this,” Her voice remanded even, but somehow Sarah could feel the bewilderment, angst, and desperation in her answer.

Sarah stood. “Like what?” Cameron just shook her head. “What is it, what the hell’s going on?” she continued, her voice getting louder. When Cameron just continued to stare at her Sarah suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the younger woman’s shoulders and shaking her ruffly. “What do you want from me?!” Sarah practically screamed.

Cameron blinked at her. Then they were kissing.

She didn’t start it. Sarah would swear to that to her d y ing day. One moment she was shaking the girl, the way her head rolled back in forth with the motions would have been almost comical under different circumstances, the next her arms where around her back, their bodies lightly pressed against each other, Cameron’s soft lips on hers.

To Sarah the kiss lasted for hours. To Cameron it was five seconds, but if left to her own devises they were seconds she could spend hours analyzing. She certainly would have let it go on longer, but Sarah finely broke away, taking a few unsteady steps back.

Sarah starred at her, her breath far more ragged then a short, relatively chaste kiss had any right to leave her. Naturally Cameron’s breathing maintained its normal slow, steady pace. Sarah found that it kind of pissed her off.

And there was the fact that the cyborg had just kissed her. At least she was fairly sure Cameron had been the one to start it.

A sudden new though occurred to her, one Sarah was almost surprised she hadn’t thought of before now, if the girl had been human it would have been a fairly obvious thing to wonder, if a bit probing. But even though Sarah was fairly sure at this point she already knew the answer it was also a dangerous question, but after a moment and against all better judgment she asked it anyway.

“What do you think about when you… you know...”

Cameron hesitated for half a second, then gave the simple answer Sarah had been dreading/hoping for.

“You.”

Sarah’s heart quickened. “Why?”

“When I’m not thinking about something else I’m always thinking about you.”

Sarah almost laughed. From anyone else that line would have come off as a corny, if somewhat awkward. Cameron said it with simple, earnest sincerity.

“What do you want?”

“ I don’t know ,” Cameron replied, almost sounding frustrated.

“The last time I asked that question you kissed me.”

“Should I do that again?” Cameron asked, this time sounding almost hopeful. It made Sarah’s heart warm in spite of itself.

“I- I didn’t say that,” she replied quickly. Then, fuck, but she couldn’t help herself, “Do you want to?”

Slowly, carefully Cameron nodded.

Sarah swallowed. “And then what?” Cameron shrugged. “Yes you do. I think you’ve put a lot of ‘thought’ into it. What do you think about doing when you… touch yourself?”

Cameron almost unconsciously brushed a hand against her inner thigh. “About touching you- all over. I think about you touching me...”

“Where?” Sarah asked hoarsely. “When you think about us touching, where do we...”

“I could… show you,” Cameron offered timidly.

Sarah immediately said no. At least she meant to. Actually she just stood there with her mouth slightly open, watching as Cameron slowly, hesitantly closed the distance between them again, giving her every chance to move away or stop her, all of which Sarah completely failed to do.

This time there was no doubt that it was Cameron who started the kiss.

But this time instead of stopping it Sarah deepened it.

She felt Cameron’s body stiffen against her own as she slipped her tongue into the cyborg’s mouth. Her hands found their way to the bottom of Cameron’s shirt before slipping under it to explore the skin of her lower back.

At first the kiss was fairly one sided, but after a few moments Cameron began to respond, lightly sucking on Sarah’s tongue before greeting it with her own. Her hands began to mirror the actions of Sarah’s, though for the moment they stayed above her tank top.

Finally after more then a minute Sarah broke their kiss, gasping for air, her head spinning from a lack of oxygen as much as anything else. As the two women stood there lightly holding each other Sarah waited for the feelings of horror and disgust to rise within her. Instead all she could think about were the bright brown eyes staring a few inches from her own.

‘Oh to hell with it.’

Sarah bent forward, her mouth finding the base of the cyborg’s throat, kissing it before moving down to the neckline of her shirt. One of Cameron’s hands found the back of her head as Sarah kissed and sucked her way up along the edge of her shirt to her shoulder, then drew her tongue up the side of her neck to her ear.

“You where going to show me something?” Sarah whispered hotly, her hands sliding down to find Cameron’s ass.

Sarah felt Cameron shutter against her, then the cyborg pulled away. She stared at Sarah for a moment, then reached up and cupped her face. Sarah pressed her check into her palm as Cameron stroked it with her thumb. Sarah moved her hands to tightly grasp the other woman’s hips as Cameron worked her other hand into her hair.

After a little while Cameron moved down to her shoulders and upper arms before going down to the hem of her tank top. Griping the fabric Cameron began to slowly, almost hesitantly pull it up. Sarah raised her arms up to help facilitate its removal and interpreting this as permission Cameron quickly finished pulling it off the other woman.

She hadn’t been wearing a bra, she usually didn’t to bed, and Sarah felt herself heat up as she watched Cameron stand there gazing at her bare breasts.

Cameron stepped back towards her, one hand finding the small of her back, the other pressing splayed out against her lower abdomen. Slowly that hand slid upward over her ribs until it was pressing up against the lower curve of her breast. Both women gazed down, watching as Cameron explored the small mound of flesh, Sarah gasping lightly when she found her nipple.

Sarah stood there for a few moments enjoying the feeling of Cameron touching and exploring her body before deciding it was time to return the favor. She grabbed the bottom of the girl’s shirt, forcing her to break contact with her body so she could pull it off. Then she pressed her own body against hers as she reached back and unhooked her bra, slipping that off as well.

This time it was Sarah who started the kiss as she pressed her tits against Cameron’s slightly larger breasts. As they kissed Sarah turned them around so that Cameron was standing against the bed. After a moment Sarah broke away and pushed the other woman down to sit on the bed. Kneeling before her Sarah began to work on her shoes and socks while Cameron undid her belt and jeans. Sarah helped her pull her pants off before standing and slipping out of her own sweatpants, leaving both of them in nothing but their panties.

Cameron made to stand again but Sarah pushed her back again with a shake of her head. “Lay down,” Cameron quickly complied and Sarah climbed on top of her, giving her a brief kiss before moving down her body.

Cameron closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of Sarah’s mouth moving down her throat and then to the right as she reached her chest, kissing and licking her way down to one of her nipples. Cameron moaned as Sarah suckled her, her hands finding the back of her head to hold her more firmly against her breast. However at this Sarah pulled away to smirk down at her, her hands grasping Cameron’s wrists and holding them above her head. Of course she could have broken the other woman’s hold easily if she wanted, but the cyborg allowed her to restrain her, her eyes open again and watching as Sarah brought her mouth down to the crown of her other breast.

Sarah briefly gave her left nipple the same treatment she had given her right before continuing down her torso. She spend a few moments swirling her tongue around inside her belly button before rising up and settling down on her knees between Cameron’s legs, releasing the other woman’s arms and placing her hands on her hips, still covered by the thin fabric of her panties.

Sarah moved her fingertips to the waistband of Cameron’s underwear, slowly pulling off the last piece of the cyborg’s clothing. Then she slid her hands to the back of her legs, just above her knees, and pushed her legs down and away from each other, leaving the treasure at their apex fully exposed to her gaze.

Sarah slowly slid her hands up the other woman’s thighs towards her waiting pussy. She lightly swiped her thumb between the parted outer lips of her sex, her eyes snapping up to Cameron’s face a moment later when she let out a sharp gasp, thrusting her pelvis up against Sarah’s hand. The two women locked eyes as Sarah’s fingers began properly stroking her folds.

“You feel this?” Sarah asked Cameron softly as she gently but firmly rubbed her slick, intimate flesh. The brunette nodded, her face almost maintaining its customary featureless expression despite what was happening. Not that she wasn’t reacting to Sarah’s ministration; her cheeks and chest were flushed red, pert breasts heaving as she let out a quiet moan or cry, and her normally honey colored eyes dark with arousal. It was her eyes more then anything that made Sarah believe her. If she was honest it had always been her eyes that drew her in most, even on the rare occasions their deep brown burned electric blue.

Sarah moved back down over her, resting her left arm next to Cameron’s as she kissed her, swallowing her moans as she slid a finger into her hot, wet channel, the cyborg’s tight cunt clenching down around the invading digit.

“What about that?” Sarah asked breaking their kiss, her tone playful this time. She sank her finger as deeply inside Cameron as she could, curling it against the walls of her sex. “Can you feel this?”

“ Sarah! ” Cameron moaned hotly against the older woman’s cheek, her hips bucking up against the other woman’s hand. Then- “ More... ” the cyborg cried out softly.

Sarah smirked at her. “More?” She dropped her head, her gaze sweeping down the length of her lover’s body to where her hand moved against her pussy. A moment later she looked back up with mock-confusion before widening her eyes with an exaggerated look of sudden understanding. “Oh. You mean-” she buried as second finger inside her cunt- “ more. ”

Cameron mewed loudly, throwing back her head and arching her back up from the bed before collapsing back into it, her pelvis pressing down into the mattress, pulling away from Sarah’s hand before thrusting back up against it. They quickly established a hard, fast rhythm, Cameron’s hips moving against Sarah’s hand as she fucked her.

Cameron shifted beneath her and a moment later Sarah felt her hand brush her hip, pressing towards her own pantie covered sex.

“Hmm- No,” Sarah said firmly, swinging her pelvis away from Cameron’s hand, her own hand briefly stilling inside Cameron’s pussy. “I promise you’ll get there, but not yet. I wanna see you cum first.”

Sarah moved, laying down beside the cyborg who turned on her side to face her, Sarah’s still fingers remaining inside her as they rearranged themselves. Sarah slid her left arm under Cameron’s neck, gently holding her body against her own as she began to slowly fuck her again.

Cameron closed her eyes, letting her head fall back over Sarah’s arm. However after a moment the older woman gently shook her. “Look at me,” she commanded softly. She did and Sarah started fingering her faster, watching her face for any reaction to her lovemaking. When she brushed her thumb over the hood of the younger woman’s clit she got one.

Cameron shuttered against her, breasts briefly brushing against her lover’s as she gasped, her pussy clamping down around Sarah’s fingers.

Sarah slowed but didn’t cease fingering her. “When you pleasure yourself, how do you like to touch you clit?”

Cameron blinked at her, mouth slightly open, but did not immediately respond.

“You know what a clit is right?”

Cameron blinked at her again. “Clitoris. Female sexual organ somewhat analogous to the male-” the cyborg broke off with a broken moan as Sarah twisted her fingers in opposite directions inside her sex. “Just- ahhh, just rub it lightly, more- ehha- up and down then- humm- side to side,”

Sarah did as she was instructed, increasing the speed of her fingers again as she worked her clit. Sarah held her as she fucked her, almost feeling her moans of pleasure as much as hearing them. Cameron’s eyes fluttered, barley staying open and locked up at Sarah’s as her body drowned in the ecstasies of sex.

After a few minutes Sarah spook again. “How close are you?”

Cameron starred back at her for several moments, her artificial mind trying to process the vague question through through the overwhelming cascade of sexual pleasure. “Close to… what?” she finally asked in confusion.

“Cumming- orgasming. You can do that right?”

Cameron nodded vigorously.

“So how close-”

“Very!” Cameron moaned. She closed her eyes fro a few moments. “Very, very very very,” she whimpered before her eyes snapped open again. “ Saraaahhhh ,”

Cameron came, her pussy spasming around Sarah’s fingers in orgasmic convulsions as she cried out loudly, causing a distant corner of Sarah’s mind to hope her son hadn’t come home yet as the rest of it drank in the sight of Cameron coming undone beside her. She continued to lightly rub her inner walls as they quivered around her fingers, her left arm holding her ridged body firmly against hers, lightly rocking them both back and forth as Cameron shuttered through her climax.

Sarah felt Cameron’s body slowly soften against hers as the younger woman let out a soft sigh. Sarah slid her fingers from her vagina as it finally loosened its hold, her inner muscles still twitching lightly with post-orgasmic energy.

Sarah shifted away, lowering her head to kiss her lover’s brow as she waited for her to recover.

It didn’t take long. Without any warning Cameron moved up against her and before she knew it Sarah was on her back with Cameron above her, hands resting on either side of her head as a knee pressed firmly into her pussy through her arousal-soaked panties. Sarah smiled up at her as she allowed herself to lightly grind down against her lover’s leg.

“You don’t waist time do you?”

Cameron shook her head seriously. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. More then about what you did for me.”

Sarah cocked an eyebrow at her. “Have you know?” Before Cameron could respond she drew her right hand up, the hand that just a minute ago had been pleasuring the younger woman’s sex, and slid the middle finger into her mouth, sucking off the sticky juices coating it. Then she lifted it up towards Cameron, offering her the index finger. Cameron sucked it into her mouth, sucking on it and swirling her tongue around it as she tasted her own cum.

Then she sat up and moved away slightly, removing her knee from Sarah’s crotch to slip a hand inside her panties, slipping her fingers between waiting folds and probing her sex before pulling her hand back out and bringing it to her mouth to lick her fingers.

“You taste better,” Cameron said matter of factly.

Sarah stared up at her, blood boiling from the all t o o brief contact. After a moment she slipped her left hand down to collect more of her lubricant, her fingers moving between her neither lips noticeably longer then Cameron’s had before withdrawing to deliver a sample of her cum to her mouth.

Sarah shrugged. “About the same.”

“No,” Cameron said shaking her head earnestly.

Sarah laughed. “Come here,” She reached up and pulled Cameron to her for a long, deep kiss. Cameron rested fully atop her, Sarah mildly surprised that the weight of her body wasn’t much greater. She ran her hands up and down the cyborg’s back from her neck almost down to her ass, feeling the other woman’s breasts resting atop her own, her hard, thick nipples pressing into the lower curve of her lover’s supple globes.

A s they continue making out Sarah move d her hands to her own hips. With a little work and twisting beneath Cameron she was able to push her panties down off her hips before working them down her legs and finally sending them off the edge of the bed with a final jerk of her foot.

Cameron final pull ed away, rising up on her arms and knees to put a little distance between their bodies.

“My turn,” she says simple before lowering her head to kiss her lover’s chin, then slowly moving down the front of her throat to her chest. She spends quite a while kissing and suckling her tits before finally moving lower, trailing her lips down the center of her sternum, between her ribs and over her belly. As Cameron slowly moves down her torso Sarah closes her eyes, her hands grabbing the bedsheets beneath her body as she waits for Cameron to reach her center.

The cyborg skips over her bellybutton and the rest of her to settle down between her legs, face inches from her sex.

Sarah groaned as she felt Cameron’s mouth engulf her vulva, her hot tongue delving into her folds and quickly finding her channel, circling it but not quite dipping into her vagina. Cameron’s mouth moved higher and Sarah cried out as her upper lip rubbed over her clit. The small organ soon found itself in the center of Cameron’s lips as she lightly sucked on the sensitive nub, gently flicking it with her tongue.

Sarah gasped for breath as Cameron alternated between lapping and suckling her pussy. As she briefly sucked on clit again Cameron slipped two fingers into her snatch, feeling her inner muscles clench down around them in time to the movements of her tongue on her clit.

It had been months since she had been with someone else, since she left Charley in Nebraska in 1999. So despite the face that she had worked herself to a very satisfying orgasm just the night before it didn’t take long for Sarah to cum, thrusting her pussy against Cameron’s face a bit harder then she would have intended. Not that the cyborg minded, simply doing her best to keep her mouth on her sex as she road out her climax.

Through her post-orgasmic bliss Sarah didn’t even notice Cameron slid her fingers from her pussy. She was vaguely aware for her moving up the bed to lie down beside her, wrapping her arms around her and pressing their bodies together.

A fter a little while Sarah opened her eyes, her own arms pulling Cameron even tighter to her before kissing her, tasting the musky flavor of her own cum mixed with the natural taste of her lover’s mouth.

Suddenly Cameron breaks away, Sarah wondering only for a moment before she hears the distant sound of the front door opening.

“John,” Cameron mutters after a few moments.

“Riley?” Sarah asks.

Cameron shook her head. “He’s alone.” Suddenly she moves over Sarah to reach the lamp on the other side of the bed, tuning it off.

“It might be better if he thinks you’re not up,” Cameron explained after a moment. “Otherwise there is a slight chance he might come in here to talk to you. That would be undesirable.”

Sarah giggled. “That’s putting it mildly.”

“He’s getting closer, you need to be quiet-”

Sarah grabbed her face and kissed her again, one hand going into her hair, the other running up and down her side. They continue until long after they here the dim sounds of John going into his room and closing the door.

They finally broke apart, Cameron lying down on her back with Sarah on her side next to her, a hand tracing light, aimless patterns across the younger woman’s stomach.

After a little while Cameron spoke. “Thank you.”

“I think you more then paid me back tin-miss,” Sarah responded with a grin.

Cameron looked at her, despite the darkness having no problem seeing her face.

“What happens now?”

Sarah’s face sobered. “I don’t know. Things… I can’t imagine things going back to the way they were, but I don’t know where we go from here either.”

“I want them to stay like this.” Cameron said simply.

Sarah felt her throat tighten. “I know.”

“But they can’t.”

Sarah shook her head. “Maybe. Or… maybe we could try.”

Despite the darkness of the room Sarah could just make out the cyborg’s face, her eyes widening at her response.

“You think… we could-”

“Nothing lasts forever,” Sarah muttered. “ But that doesn’t mean they can’t happen. For a while.”

“Do I love you?”

Sarah gave her a hard, brief kiss. “I don’t know,” she whispered against her lover’s cheek. “I don’t know if I love you. But I want us to find out.”

“What about John and De-”

“We’re not going to worry about that tonight,” Sarah said evenly. “Just, let me hold you for a while before you go on patrol. And promise me you’ll be beside me when I wake up tomorrow.”

Cameron smiled at her.

“I promise.”
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