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Killing Time
(John/Cameron)

-TSCC, Post Season Two
This story can be considered a sequel to A Look In Her Eyes , though it is not necessary to read that first.

It was late afternoon. They crept forward through the forest, after a minute finally coming to the edge of the tree line, a steep grass covered hill stretching in either direction before them. They climbed it silently, dropping to their hands and knees as they reached the top before going down onto their stomachs to look down on the plain below.

At the bottom of the other side of the hill was a chain link fence that was set back a few hundred yards from and surrounded a group of large, nondescript buildings.

“It’s a good thing their security doesn’t extend beyond the fence,” Cameron commented.

“Yeah- God bless wild truffle hunters,” said John who was lying to her left. He pulled out his radio. “This is Watch Three, we’re in position, over.”

A few moments later his mother’s voice answered. “Alright. We should reach our position in a few more minutes, over.”

John put the radio down, then took out a pair of binoculars and trained them on the compound, focusing on the one and only entrance with it’s gate and guard house before sweeping the rest of the facility.

“Remind me again why we’re here twelve hours early?” he asked after a moment.

Cameron ignored the question. “I don’t see any signs that someone down there is monitoring this hilltop. We should be good here.”

“Right,” John spent another minute scanning the compound, then edged back down the hill about a foot and after shrugging of his backpack turned over to lie down on his back, gazing up at the cloudless blue sky above.

After another ten minutes both his and Cameron’s radios came to life. “This is Watch Two, we’re in place too, over,” said his mother’s voice. John shifted around to grab his radio, but Cameron took hers out before he could get to it.

“Understood. I see a few people moving between the buildings, and two guards driving a golf cart. Nothing that appears to be of any concern or interest to us, over.”

“Alright. Assuming our intelligence is correct this guy’s not leaving until seven-thirty hours tomorrow. Hopefully this will be a boring night. I’ll check-in in about an hour, over.”

After a moment John rolled back onto his back. “You could have brought a book,” Cameron said after a little while.

“It’ll be dark soon, and we shouldn’t risk using a flashlight unless we have to,” John muttered. At least it was pleasantry warm out, and the turf beneath his body was reasonably comfortable. After a few moments he felt Cameron shift so that she was lying next to him.

“I could have read to you.”

John grinned. “I’ll take that into consideration next time. Hey, you know we don’t have anything important to do immediately after ah, relieving this guy of the documents he’s supposed to be carrying, you want to spend a few days in Paris? Who knows if we’ll ever be in this part of the world again.”

“It’s supposed to be a very romantic city,” Cameron offered.

“Exactly.”

“Why?”

“Is Paris supposed to be any more or less ‘romantic’ then anywhere else on the planet? No idea,” John tilted his head back so he was looking up at her and flashed her his cockiest grin. “Lets see if we can find out.”

Cameron bent forward, her left hand reaching out to cup his chin, and gave him a light kiss. Then she went back to watching the complex.

John closed his eyes and soon dozed off. He was awoken a while later when he felt something touch his hip. He opened his eyes to find Cameron kneeling next to him.

“I thought of a way we could spend the time,” the cyborg said after a moment.

John arched his back, throwing his arms above his head as he stretched. “Yeah?” he asked groggily.

Cameron gave him a smile, then reached down and started undoing his jeans.

Feeling suddenly very much awake John raised himself up on his elbows and watched as Cameron opened his pants and slipped a hand into the fly of his boxers to extract his penis.

John bit back a moan as Cameron wrapped her fingers around his swelling cock, slowly pumping her fist up and down his hardening shaft. She turned her gaze from his dick back to his face, giving him another smile as she worked him to a full erection.

Cameron rearranged herself so that she was lying on her side next to him with her head level with his hips, her torso propped up on her right arm while her left hand maintained a light, shifting grip on his cock. Cameron glanced up at him one last time before bringing her mouth to him.

This time John did moan as he felt her hot, wet tongue against the side of his shaft as she slowly licked him, her hand lightly pressing against the other side of his cock to holding him steady against her mouth while her thumb slowly but steadily rubbed up and down the underside of his penis.

John fell back flat on the ground as Cameron continued to pleasure him with her tongue and hand, starring up at the slowly darkening sky without really seeing it.

Blowjobs from Cameron were rare, he didn’t ask for them often and on the few occasions she initiated sex she generally moved directly to intercourse. He wasn’t much less direct a lot of the time either, he could get hard quickly enough, and as a cyborg Cameron could simply make herself wet and ready within a few moments, so foreplay wasn’t really necessary for them. And while Cameron claimed to enjoy sex as much as any other physical experience, and was always more then willing anytime he asked for it, she never seemed that concerned with her own pleasure. He’d rubbed her pussy a few times before they fucked, and one time he even spent about fifteen minutes eating her out, but it didn’t really get much of a reaction from her.

John gasped when her mouth engulfed the head of his cock, her lips closing behind the edge of his glans before she started sucking.

“God! Cameron...” John cried, his left hand finding the back of her head while his right clawed at the turf beneath him. She began gradually taking more of him into her mouth, his shaft slowly sliding against her soft, wet tongue. John ran his fingers through her hair as she began to bob her head up and down on his cock, groaning as she worked him with her mouth.

‘Yeah, we should do this more often,’ John though fleetingly.

Cameron continued sucking him at a leisurely but steady pace for almost two minutes when suddenly his radio came to life.

“This is Watch Two, over,”

It took John’s pleasure fogged brain a few moments to process what he heard. Then he sat up and looked around for the radio, hampered by the fact that Cameron’s head was still in his lap, the pace of her blowjob barely disturbed by his movements.

Spotting his radio lying against his backpack, which under any other circumstances he would have remembered putting there without having to look, John grabbed it and responded. “This is Watch Three, over,” he said, his voice almost evenly. He bucked his hips against Cameron in the hopes she would take it as a hint to stop. She didn’t.

“Everything’s been quiet from what we can see, what about you, over,” his mother’s voice responded.

“Same here I think, give me a moment to ah, confer, over,” John bucked again. Cameron stilled, but only to give his cock an extra long, hard suck. Fortunately John’s thumb was already off the transmit button when he responded with a loud moan.

“Cameron-” he gasped right before she finally pulled her mouth off of him, her lips dragging tightly around his penis the whole way. Once he was free of her mouth she paused to give the length of his shaft a parting lap from her tongue before moving up onto her knees and taking the radio from her flustered boyfriend.

“This is Watch Four, I’ve seen what appears to be random patrols by a two different pairs of guards, nothing I think we need to be worried about, over-” her thumb slid of the transmit button- “Take your pants off,” she said to John almost without pausing. As he blinked at her she reached down with her free hand and undid her own belt.

“That’s been my count too,” Sarah replied. “It’ll be dark soon, you should get settled down, over,”

“Agreed, over. Cowgirl or doggy style?” Cameron asked as she unzipped her jeans.

“What!?” John sputtered.

“I’ll contact you again in three hours, over and out,” Sarah said. Cameron tossed the radio back next to John’s backpack.

“We need to have sex in a position that still lets me watch the compound,” Cameron said, her gaze going down to his member jutting out of the open fly of his still buttoned jeans. Examining it she estimated that his penis was almost seven percent short of full erection, most likely due to the distraction caused by the radio contact from Sarah Connor. Cameron looked back up at his face. “Or were you not interested in continuing our sexual encounter?” She pushed her jeans and panties down off of her hips, and shifting around continued to draw them all the way past her knees. Then she sat back on her heels, knees spread and lower legs flat against the ground, torso leaning back slightly, and hands resting on her inner thighs, framing her exposed genitals. As expected the sight of her nudity quickly brought his arousal back to full force.

“Ah,” John said, drinking in the sight of her lush, beautiful pussy. He blinked and dragged his eyes up to hers. She was looking back at him with an expression that most might almost mistake for neutral but he knew to be her equivalent of a broad grin. His eyes where drawn down again by movement in his peripheral vision to find her fingertips lightly petting the edges of the pink inner folds protruding between the full outer lips of her sex.

John looked back up at her. “You’re teasing me,” he said with a faint, almost incredulous tone.

Cameron considered this for a moment. “Yes.”

“Okay. I don’t suppose you thought to bring a blanket to lie on or something?”

Cameron pulled her pants back up, though she didn’t bother redoing them, and moved over to her own backpack, opening it and come out a few moments later with and a neatly folded, garish pink and yellow beach towel. She went still when she felt John crawl up behind her. He pushed her jeans back down off her hips and thrust against her, dragging his cock against her bare ass.

“How much of this did you plan in advance?” John whispered in her ear, sliding his dick between her legs to rub the top of his shaft up against her soft, wet pussy.

“You mean the sex?” Cameron asked as his hands found her hips, lightly guiding her as she pressed down against him.

“Humm,” John murmured affirmatively into her neck.

“Well, not the part where Sarah radioed while I was giving you a blowjob.”

John briefly stopped rubbing up against her. “Yeah, that was unfortunate.”

“But otherwise yes, I planed for us to pass some of tonight with sex.”

“How adventures of you.”

Cameron reached down and took hold of the end of his cock, pressing it more firmly up against her pussy while her thumb rubbed the head. “I’ve read that variety can help maintain a healthy sexual relationship. One suggestion was to ‘make love in new and unusual locations.’”

John slid one of his hands up under her shirt. “Right. And did it mention the risk of getting caught?”

Cameron nodded. “Yes. The risk is supposed to heighten the experience.”

His hand found a bra-covered breast. “Well on a mission in the middle of France at twilight is defiantly a new and unusual location for us.”

“Yes,” Cameron agreed. A few moments later she continued. “But I really should be in a position where I can watch the compound at the same time,” she said before letting go of his penis and shifting away.

“Always the romantic,” John replied before taking the towel from her and spreading it out on the grass before moving to lie down on it. They both pushed their pants down as far as their hiking boots would allow before Cameron crawled over him, making sure she could see over the top of the hill without being high enough that someone could easily see her if they looked up from the plain below.

Cameron quickly swept the area with her gaze, then looked down at John and kissed him as she lowered her pelvis to his. One of his hands found the small of her back while the other griped his cock, guiding it between her folds to plant himself at the entrance to her channel. From long practice he thrust up at the same moment she pushed down, joining their bodies in sex.

Cameron swallowed his moans of pleasure as her pussy engulfed him with tight, wet heat, contracting and rippling the walls of her vagina around his cock as it forged deeper into the welcoming embrace of her sex.

John suddenly remembered why they rarely took time for oral sex.

Cameron pulled her mouth away from his as her pelvis settled atop his. Both his hands grasped her hips, his thumps lightly tracing circles on her soft skin.

“I love you,” John muttered after a moment.

“I love you too,” Cameron answered softly. She began to slowly roll her hips, watching his reactions to the stimulation she was giving him. “You’re beautiful when we fuck,” she said after a moment.

John looked up at her with astonishment, not sure if he was more surprised by what she’d said or how she’d said it. He decided that her phrasing was the less important point.

“Are you sure I’m not handsome?” he joked after a moment, not yet sure how else to respond.

Cameron shook her head. She felt his fingers on her hips tighten as she began moving up and down on him with slow, shallow strokes. “You’re handsome too. But for right now… beautiful is the more accurate adjective.”

“Why am I beautiful?”

Cameron brought a hand up and traced it along the side of his face. “Because of the way you look at me. You look similarly other times too, but not quite the same.”

John started pushing his hips up to meet her as she came back down on him. “I like the way you look too. It’s like...” John shook his head, then brought a hand up to her face to bring her down for another kiss.

After a minute Cameron broke away, rising up slightly to go back to observing the complex, all the while riding his cock at a steady if almost leisurely pace.

“I love watching you work,” John commented after almost a minute.

Cameron briefly glanced down at him. “Thank you,” she replied earnestly. After a few seconds her head tilted to the side, and the slow, steady up and down motion of her hips faltered. A moment later she looked down again to find John grinning up at her.

“That was a double entendre?” she asked after a moment. Cameron had completely stopped moving on him with only about half his cock inside her. John shrugged, his grin widening.

Cameron shook her head. “But John,” she said tonelessly as she sent her pelvis crashing back down against his, taking all of him back into her pussy. “I haven’t even started yet,” she clenched her sex down around his cock for a moment, then loosened her grip before rippling the walls of her cunt around him, tightening and loosening her vaginal muscles in a wave flowing up and down his shaft.

John let out a strangled moan. “Fuck baby, I love it when you do that,” he said sliding his hands down to clutch her ass.

Cameron bent down, her face barely an inch above his. “I know. But I want this to last a while,” Her pussy calmed around him and Cameron kissed him long and deep as she let his erection rest inside her soft, moist heat.

After a minute Cameron resumed her previous slow, deliberate up and down motions on his cock. John squeezed her ass encouragingly as he thrust up into her as she pushed back down. Cameron kissed his chin before moving her mouth down along the edge of his jaw towards his neck.

John hissed as she lightly bit down on the patch of skin beneath his ear. “Don’t you need to keep watch?”

“Not every second,” Cameron muttered. She started increasing her pace on his cock. “What should we do in Paris?”

John closed his eyes as he tried to think of an answer as his pleasure began to build. “I don’t know, I think there are supposed to be- fuck… famous art museums or something. We could go look at that… tower thing.”

Cameron licked his throat as she rose up until only a quarter of his shaft was inside her pussy. She held there for a moment, then pushed back down while swiveling her hips, corkscrewing her snatch back down onto his cock. She felt the vibrations of his answering moan through her lips on his throat as he arched his back against the ground, his fingers tightly clenching her ass. “You mean the Eiffel Tower?” Cameron asked lifting her head up after giving him half a second to recover. She went back to fucking him at a moderate pace.

John’s only response to her question was to gasp her name, so after a few moments Cameron’s hips slowed again. “Did you mean the Eiffel Tower?” she repeated more firmly. John blinked up at her.

“Baby, I swear I’ll find a way to take you to the fucking moon if you want, but right now...” His hands went back to her hips, encouraging her to quicken her pace. Cameron complied, kissing him briefly before lifting her back up enough to see over the top of the hill.

Cameron monitored the complex below for almost two minutes, giving the task just as much attention as necessary while the rest of her mind focused on her boyfriend, her hips energetically working her pussy up and down his cock as he lay beneath her, his hands moving from her ass to her hips and up under her shirt along her sides before sliding back down again as he muttered a string of praises, encouragement and cries of devotion and love, interlaced with calls to god and various profanities.

Cameron looked down at him again, despite the darkening night being able to clearly make out his face. She began noticing a mounting number of indicators that he was nearing orgasm and instead of slowing to let him cool down she began fucking him faster. She kissed him, swallowing his cries of pleasure as he came, pressing her pelvis down into his as his cock pulsated against the clutching walls of her sex, her pussy working to help milk every drop of cum his manhood could deliver.

Final he went limp beneath her, his fingertips slipping against her skin as his hands fell to the towel below. Cameron lifted her face up, bringing up a hand a few moments later to wipe the sweat from his brow.

“You’re warm,” she commented softly after a moment.

“It’s a warm night. Also I’m usually not still half dressed when we have sex.”

“No,” she agreed. After a moment she lifted off of his softening cock and rolled over onto her side next to him. He rested his head in the crook of her arm for several moments before stirring.

John rolled away from her slightly as he twisted around to grab his jeans and boxers, pulling them back up. He could sence and hear Cameron doing the same behind him. Then he crawled over to his backpack, retrieving a water bottle and his pare of night-vision binoculars and moving with them back to the top of the hill.

“What was that thing about the Eiffel Tower,” John asked bringing up the binoculars as Cameron settled on he stomach beside him.

“You said we could visit ‘that tower thing’ while we were in Paris. I was asking if you meant the Eiffel Tower.”

“Oh. Yeah, I did.”

“I was wondering if there was a different tower-like structure you could be referring to.”

John shook his head. “No, that was the one,” He looked away from the plain below and over at Cameron. “You probably shouldn’t ask complicated questions while we’re fucking sweetie, not if you want any kind of thought out answer.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Cameron answered dryly. “You should get a few hours sleep.”

“I was,” John replied with a chuckle. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek then moved down from the top of the hill a little to lie on his back again, starring up at the sky to see the first stars had already begun to come out.

“Make sure I’m awake at least forty minutes before it’s time to go,” John muttered after a few moments.

“Okay,” Cameron responded. A few minutes later he was asleep.
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