Fic: All of the Best Things (Sarah/Cameron, Sarah Connor Chronicles)

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Title: All of the Best Things
Author: Janine
Fandom: Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing: Sarah/Cameron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: The fifth installment of the, “A Helping Hand” series.

Previous Chapters
1. a helping hand
2. just this once
3. the humpty dumpty conundrum
4. dazed and confused

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Sarah sighed and shifted onto her side, her eyes opening and focusing in the direction of her dresser though she couldn’t see it in the dark. She wasn’t a stranger to insomnia, not by a long shot but she was particularly frustrated by it at the moment.

The day had been too sedentary, too boring, and too introspective. She didn’t do well sitting around … talking, and she had used up the usual repertoire of tasks she performed when she couldn’t sleep – assembling her guns, disassembling her guns, cleaning her guns, categorizing her guns, stocking her guns, laundry – during the day to keep herself busy, leaving her with nothing to do currently.

She supposed that she could have gone for a run, but she was oddly apathetic to the idea.

There was something about the events of the last forty-eight hours that had seriously disrupted her equilibrium. Charley had been an unpleasant reminder of her unsuccessful foray into normalcy, and Derek’s sudden appearance in their lives had brought back powerful and equally pleasant and unpleasant memories of her time with Kyle.

For years after Kyle had died she had been plagued with dreams about what life with him and John could have been like. Night after night she was tormented with visions of picket fences, dogs named after beloved television characters, Saturday evenings around a barbeque and Sunday’s in the park.

It had taken her much longer to harden her mind and her emotions than it had taken her to harden her body, but she had gotten there eventually. The events of the past couple days had started to melt that steel however and it left her more vulnerable and confused than she had in years.

She thought that in the calm of the night she may have been able to try and pull herself together again, but all that she could concentrate on when she closed her eyes was the sound of soft footfalls beyond her room.

Cameron.

Sarah sighed and drew her knees up, curling in on herself as her mind turned to the doe-eyed brunette. She didn’t want to think about Cameron, but the more she tried not to think about the gamine brunette the more the thought became entrenched in her brain.

She had been too hard on Cameron when she confronted her in the garage that afternoon, and she knew it even as the words were coming out of her mouth. She had seen the truth of it reflected back at her on Cameron’s face.

A few weeks before the words she spoke to Cameron wouldn’t have bothered her because she hadn’t been able to read Cameron then. Cameron had seemed cold and impassive, utterly robotic to her. But the nights that they had spent in each others company had changed that. Cameron was by no means an open book and still seemed incredibly blank to Sarah at times, but she had been able to begin to decipher the subtleties of Cameron’s expressions sometimes, and in the garage she had discerned hurt in her eyes.

She hadn’t even been mad at Cameron. Not really. She had been enraged with herself and taken it out on the young brunette.

The harsh light of day had thrown her behavior the night before into sharp focus and she hadn't been able to deal with the knowledge that she had kissed Cameron and liked it with the passive resignation she had been in possession of the night before. The longing she felt for Cameron becoming more and more unsettling as the day wore on because everything Cameron did seemed to excentuate her robotic nature.

Cameron’s logical detachment about the seriousness of Derek’s injuries and the danger of seeking further treatment for him; her acknowledgement that she had been reprogrammed, her memory wiped clean like a hard-drive and replaced with new and better software; Charley’s fear.

All of these things had served to remind her what Cameron was, what it was that she had pressed her lips and body against the night before, what it was that she sought out for comfort in the dark of the night, and she was terrified what it said about her that in a house full of people she was most drawn to the automaton.

Sarah’s hand moved beneath her pillow her fingers wrapping around the handle of a 9mm before she was even able to consciously process the motion. Her heart beating quickly as she squeezed the handle of the gun in readiness. She listened, the sound of the front door closing registering with her a few seconds later.

Cameron.

Sarah was still for a few moments after that her fingers still coiled around the handle of the gun, and then she released it, drawing her hand out from under the pillow and threw the thin sheet covering her body off.

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“Nothing on TV?” Sarah asked breathing in the crisp night air as she moved out onto the porch.

Cameron was seated on the middle step with her knees drawn up and her arms wrapped around them staring out at the still and silent street.

“Something is always on TV,” Cameron responded dully, her eyes not straying towards Sarah for a second as she spoke.

Sarah understood it for the rebuke that it was and sat down on the steps beside Cameron, her own eyes staring out at the street as well.

Silence descended between them as they gazed intently at nothing.

“Come back inside,” Sarah said long minutes later her head turning to look at Cameron.

“Why?” Cameron asked still looking out at the street. Sarah thought she sounded a bit arch.

“I’m cold,” Sarah answered her hand rubbing at her arms as she spoke.

She was only wearing a tank top and boxers, and while it never really got cold at that time of the year in Los Angeles the nights did get chilly.

Cameron looked at her for the first time since she had come outside, her eyes roving over Sarah’s body thoughtfully, and Sarah knew that even in the dark Cameron could easily detect the slight shivers that were running through her body.

Cameron stood up silently and moved towards the door.

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Sarah shifted on the couch until she was sitting upright and then threw her arms over the back of it, settling into a more comfortable position as she watched Cameron pace across the length of the room.

Back and forth, back and forth, again and again, the girl’s eyes never straying from the path she had set out for herself. She’d been pacing since they had come into the house … twenty minutes before.

“Sit down,” Sarah said softly, her voice uncharacteristically gentle, her tone an apology she continued to watch Cameron.

It had hit her about five seconds into her stay on the porch that she had really and truly upset Cameron with her behavior earlier on but she hadn’t been able to force herself to address it until that moment.

“Is that an order?” Cameron asked looking over at Sarah sharply. Her voice was flat and devoid of any hint of emotion.

Sarah held her gaze for a moment. “No,” Sarah said forcing herself not to look away. “It’s a request.”

Cameron refused to relinquish her eyes, continuing to watch Sarah with an angry, guarded expression. She wasn’t pouting, her eyes weren’t comically narrowed and her lips weren’t curved in a sneer, yet as Sarah gazed at her she could feel the emotion pouring off of her. Her features were so composed, almost serene, and yet somehow they managed to reveal so much.

Cameron continued to stare at her silently, and Sarah was beginning to seriously think that Cameron was going to walk away from her when Cameron stiffly moved over to the couch and sat down at the far end.

“He’s terrified of you,” Sarah said a few minutes after Cameron had seated herself on the couch, her eyes drifting toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Derek had spent the previous night in John’s bedroom, but he was now resting in Cameron’s room.

One more crap thing she had done to Cameron that day.

“Yes,” Cameron responded simply her tone giving nothing away.

“Why?” Sarah asked her eyes returning to Cameron’s face staring at her intently.

“I told you that I can’t remember,” Cameron replied looking over at Sarah, some irritation showing through in her tone for the second time that night.

“You do remember him though?”

“Yes. We’ve met before,” Cameron replied crossing her arms across her chest, leaning against the couch back heavily as if dealing with Sarah was the most trying thing she had ever had to deal with in her entire life.

Sarah recognized the pose. It was one she often took up when she was talking with Cameron.

Apparently Cameron was keeping a list of crap things she had done to her as well.

“How?” Sarah asked pressing on, “Under what circumstances?”

It was suddenly very important to her that she know more about Cameron.

Cameron had been with them for weeks but it had never occurred to her to question her about her life before joining them. Sarah supposed that was because the idea of Cameron having ‘a life’ had been too alien a concept for her to even conceive of back then, but the fact remained that other than the bits and pieces of history that Cameron herself had volunteered she knew nothing about her. Despite how much time she had spent around Cameron, despite the fact that Cameron had saved her life more times than she could count on one hand she didn’t really know Cameron at all.

She hadn’t wanted to. Asking Cameron about herself would have made her seem real, and that had been the last thing that Sarah wanted.

“I saved his life,” Cameron said after a momentary pause.

Sarah couldn’t read her.

“Then why is he afraid of you?” she asked unable to get the image of Derek’s struggles and screams out of her head.

“Because,” Cameron responded pausing a second later, her eyes lowering to her lap in thought. “I am.”

“You’re what?”

“I am,” Cameron repeated her eyes lifting and meeting Sarah’s. “I exist. He will always hate me for that. For being,” she continued slowly blinking once, as if the words were difficult for her to get out, “Like you do.”

Sarah was silent for a moment in the face of Cameron’s words before she finally found her voice again. “I don’t hate you,” Sarah said honestly, her voice quiet as she looked over at Cameron, the resigned sadness and resentment in Cameron’s tone piercing her.

“You threatened to take me apart piece by piece,” Cameron accused.

“You threatened Charley,” Sarah said defending herself, knowing that even if it was true, it was no reason to threaten to disassemble someone.

“I did not.”

Her tone was resolute.

“He said …”

“What he said is irrelevant. I did not threaten him,” Cameron interjected glaring at Sarah. “I just freak him the hell out,” she continued her lip twitching slightly as she spoke. “On the outside I’m pretty as a picture, but inside I’m a scary robot … a very scary robot,” she concluded, her eyes burning intensely into Sarah’s.

Sarah looked away in the face of Cameron’s indignance. Cameron had been insulted by Charley’s description of her. He had hurt her feelings.

“You’re scared of me,” Cameron said softly a moment later still looking at Sarah though her expression had softened, and saddened.

Sarah glanced over at her before looking away again, unable to deny the statement. She was scared of Cameron, but in a different way to Charley and Derek.

She wasn’t afraid of Cameron physically harming her. Even though she knew that Cameron could, easily, she had spent too much time in Cameron’s arms to fear them that way.

And that was what scared her. How comfortable she was with Cameron. It scared her that Cameron was a source of comfort to her instead of unease. She was scared of feeling not force.

“You don’t trust me,” Cameron said drawing Sarah’s eyes over to her once more.

Once again Sarah didn’t refute the statement.

“You would shoot me without hesitation,” Cameron said her tone indecipherable.

Sarah exhaled roughly at that, her eyes closing as she tried to imagine shooting Cameron. In her mind’s eye she could see herself pointing the gun at Cameron’s head, but she had trouble pulling the trigger. Sometimes she managed, but every time she hesitated.

“I don’t know. Maybe,” Sarah replied finally, her voice rough as she stared at the coffee table.

“You wish to hurt me,” Cameron said and there was nothing indecipherable or subtle about her tone this time. Sarah did not need to use her special Cameron deciphering skills to read the girl this time. The confusion, hurt, bitterness and sorrow she felt came through clearly in her voice.

Cameron thought that she was beginning to understand humans better but she didn’t understand Sarah. She could hear the struggle in Sarah’s voice; see it in her eyes as she answered. Sarah didn’t think she could hurt her and she resented it. She wanted to be able to hurt her, to kill her without any remorse, and Cameron did not understand why.

Neither could she understand why Sarah pulled away from her every time they got close even though she clearly enjoyed the contact, or why Sarah had threatened to dismantle her for no particular reason, or why Sarah trusted Charley and Derek instead of her.

Sarah had known Derek for less than three days, and Charley was weak. She was strong, and had protected Sarah and John for weeks. She helped Sarah. All she tried to do was help and it never made a difference. Sarah still pulled away from her. Sarah still trusted strangers and liked cowards more than she trusted or liked her.

She didn’t understand why. She didn’t understand any of it other than knowing that it hurt.

“No,” Sarah breathed out shaking her head. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just … I don’t,” she said trailing off, her eyes locking on Cameron’s, staring at her for a moment before she continued. “Sometimes I can look you at you and you’re just, open as a book to me,” Sarah continued thoughtfully. “I see your wide eyes staring at me and something inside of me … melts. But other times, I look at you and there’s just … nothing,” she went on her tone growing fainter. “Or worse … there’s thought, there’s speculation behind your eyes, but it’s cold and alien … mechanical. And that look scares me,” she said looking over at Cameron.

“The thought of what goes on in your head, the part of you that’s beyond my comprehension scares me. Charley’s right, you are just pretty as a picture … so beautiful it hurts to look at you sometimes,” Sarah continued her voice softening a little as she looked at Cameron, “but inside we’re different, we’re different on a very fundamental level and that difference terrifies me.

“I understand bad people, dangerous people, but you … I’ve never encountered anything like you before. You’re new and ‘new’ has only brought death and destruction into my life. New is scary Cameron.”

“Very scary?” Cameron asked a moment later staring at Sarah hard, finally beginning to understand. “You dislike me because I’m different,” she continued slowly, her voice cooling as she processed the implications of Sarah’s words. “I cannot change what I am. You … you will never trust me,” she went on blinking more rapidly than usual. “You are the same as Derek Reese,” she concluded.

There was something in Cameron’s tone that let Sarah know that what she had said wasn’t exactly true, that let her know that Cameron thought she was worse than Derek and Sarah tended to agree with her.  Because as unfair as his hatred and mistrust may have been, at least Derek didn’t pretend to care about her, he didn’t give her false hope.

She, on the other hand, sometimes freely shared her thoughts and feelings with Cameron. She asked for Cameron’s help. She sought her out in the middle of the night. She talked to her about television shows and explained social graces, and she allowed Cameron to hold her gently when she had had a bad day.

And then she turned her back on her, she was short and impatient with her, and she commanded her like something she had picked up at Radio Shack.

Only, the thing was that as horrible as she could be to Cameron sometimes, Sarah knew she wasn’t pretending. As much as she didn’t like it and as much as she had tried not to she did care.

“That’s just it. I don’t dislike you. I should, but I don’t,” Sarah said, reaching out and grasping Cameron’s wrist as the girl stood up, stopping her from moving away. “You confuse me in a way that you shouldn’t. You make me feel things that I shouldn’t, not for you,” Sarah continued looking up at Cameron shaking her head slightly. “A T-888 traveled with us once. It was simple, dependable, a machine yes … but one that I understood. You are not simple,” Sarah said her tone almost pleading. “What you make me feel is not simple. I’m not Derek, or Charley for that matter. You freak me out for reasons they could never understand,” she said standing, her fingers still wrapped around Cameron’s wrist. “The truth is I like you too much,” Sarah admitted her tone gentling. “They look at you and see a machine. I look at you and I … don’t. I know,” she continued stroking Cameron’s hand, “I know what’s under here, but I don’t feel it.”

“Why is it wrong to see me as an individual?” Cameron asked her ire at Sarah waning, becoming something softer and duller even though she was still upset and it still hurt.

It was confusing. Her emotions contradicted each other. It didn’t make sense that she could remember what Sarah had done and said; that she could feel anger and resentment and yet also feel affection and sympathy for Sarah and feel warmed by her touch.

“Because you’re not,” Sarah responded still holding her wrist, her eyes trained on her thumb as it moved back and forth along the smooth expanse of skin.

“You don’t believe that,” Cameron responded understanding Sarah in that moment, realizing that Sarah was feeling the way she felt.

Sarah had said something mean but she held her hand gently as she said it. Just like how Sarah would tell her to go away and then would seek her out. Or how Sarah said she didn’t need help, but she needed help more than anyone Cameron had ever met.

Sarah was always thinking one thing and feeling another, just like how her brain was upset at Sarah but her body desired her touch.

“No,” Sarah said sighing. “I don’t.”

“Why do you have to make it so complicated?” Cameron asked big eyes shimmering brightly.

“Because everything is complicated,” Sarah responded dourly. “That’s the way things are.”

“I don’t have to be complicated,” Cameron replied her voice gentle but firm. “Trust me. Trust that I will protect you, that I will not leave you and that I will not give up,” she went on holding Sarah’s gaze. “Believe that I will stand with you as long as I continue to function,” she continued the strength of her conviction not allowing Sarah to look away. “It’s simple.”

“Simple?” Sarah repeated as if she didn’t understand the word.

“Simple,” Cameron confirmed.

Sarah stared at Cameron.

Simple?

Could it be simple?

She thought that maybe it could be … if she let it.

She really only had two choices: trust Cameron or don’t trust Cameron. As long as Cameron was with them they were tied together, their lives intertwined. If Cameron was to stay with them she needed to trust her. She needed to trust that Cameron would protect them, that she would lay her life down for John; that she would do whatever was necessary to keep her son safe and save the future of humanity.

And if she could trust Cameron with all of that, then how could she justify not trusting Cameron with herself?

No answer provided itself to her.

Simple, Sarah thought shaking her head. “It’s not simple,” she breathed out quietly a moment later.

And it wasn’t.

But she would try.

Sarah leaned forward closing the distance between them and kissed Cameron, her hand moving from Cameron’s wrist to around her waist, drawing the girl against her as Cameron’s hands automatically cupped her face, their bodies pressed against each other as they kissed.

“You confuse me too,” Cameron said minutes later when they pulled away from each other her eyes wide as she stared at Sarah.

Sarah reached up and brushed the backs of her fingers against Cameron’s cheek, watching her closely.

“How?” Sarah asked softly still staring at Cameron, her gaze curious and searching.

Her decision seemed to liberate her from some of the stress that had been weighing her down in the recent past, and she found herself looking at Cameron with new eyes, open eyes, wanting to see the things she had tried to deny in the past.

“My body feels different when you are close by,” Cameron confessed, her eyes skittering away from Sarah’s in a way that made the other woman’s stomach clench with fondness.

“My neural functions slow down and become scattered,” Cameron continued, “Even when I have a task to perform, my thoughts are divided between it and you. Also, my emotions become illogical,” Cameron said blinking, a touch of consternation in her voice. “You say things that make me mad and yet I want to be around you. Charley Dixon helped us and stopped you from taking an irrational and dangerous course of action, yet I do not like him,” she said, her eyes narrowing as she spoke, the scary robot face Charley complained about earlier returning in a most adorable way. “My respiration increases around you, and I throb,” she went on her eyes dropping between their bodies, “there.”

Sarah breathed in deeply Cameron’s words heady in her mind.

“Were you programmed with a seduction subroutine?” she asked exhaling raggedly.

“No,” Cameron responded watching Sarah with interest, fascinated by the change in Sarah’s demeanor, and by the way her body was reacting to her words. “Why?”

“Because you’re very good at it,” Sarah said gnawing on her bottom lip as she looked at Cameron, allowing herself to feel arousal, and her eyes to linger on Cameron’s lips and neck and the tantalizing hint of cleavage just visible above the low neck of her tank-top.

Cameron was silent for a moment and then smiled slowly. “I’m good at a lot of things,” she drawled a second later.

Sarah arched an eyebrow at the response wondering if Cameron was playing with her or if she just had an extremely dirty mind.

“Such as?”

“Math,” Cameron responded seriously.

Sarah blinked. It seemed that she just had an extremely dirty mind. “I should have known…”

“Fooled you,” Cameron said smirking. “I was talking about sex things.”

“Sex things?” Sarah asked smiling despite herself before her expression sobered once more. “Speaking of sex, have you …” Sarah continued more seriously a moment later before allowing her question to tastefully trail off.

“What?” Cameron asked when Sarah failed to finish her question.

“You know,” Sarah responded making a vague motion with her hand.

“No. I do not,” Cameron replied looking at Sarah intently.

“Are you fooling me again?” Sarah asked her eyes narrowing as she considered Cameron closely.

She was going to have to start looking for tells. Most of the time she found it very hard to tell when Cameron was serious or when she was joking. However, she was sure part of that came from the fact that she was certain that Cameron wasn’t sure if she was serious or joking until she saw how people reacted to her words.

“About what?” Cameron asked blinking.  She looked utterly confused.

“Have you had sex before?” Sarah asked ignoring the flare of jealousy that arose within her at the thought. She was not going to be disappointed that she was not the person to pop Cameron’s robotic cherry. She was not.

“No,” Cameron responded cheering Sarah up immensely not that she would ever admit it. “However, I have watched many instructional videos and am confident that I will perform adequately. You will have no complaints,” Cameron concluded as if that settled that.

“Instructional videos?” Sarah questioned her lips quirking up in the face of Cameron’s arrogance about her as of yet unproven sexual prowess.

“Yes,” Cameron replied seeming pleased that she got to explain something to Sarah for once. “Girlgasmic, Decadent Divas, Bitches in Heat, Hot Showers,” Cameron began to list.

Sarah held up her hand to stop the procession of porn titles.

“Those aren’t really instructional videos,” Sarah proclaimed struggling not to smile.

“Have you seen them?” Cameron asked curiously.

“Not those ones in particular, but I can imagine what they were like,” Sarah responded wondering if watching a plethora of lesbian pornography was how Cameron occupied the hours that she and John were sleeping.

Strangely enough it was less disturbing than thinking about Cameron sitting and staring at a wall, which is kind of how she had imagined her passing the time before their current conversation.

“You do not need to imagine,” Cameron responded her eyes hooding as she reached out for Sarah, her hand resting on the older brunette’s waist, nudging her forward.

“Can you …” Sarah began her breath hitching a little as Cameron’s hand trailed up the side of her body. “Are you …?” she began trying and failing to finish her sentence once again. “Are you … fully functional?” Sarah breathed out forcing herself to finish as Cameron looked at her questioningly.

Cameron stared at her for a moment and then her lips turn up slightly.

“Yes,” she responded simply, reaching out for Sarah’s hand, lifting it until it was covering her breast.

Sarah exhaled audibly as she felt the hard tip of Cameron’s nipple pressing into her palm.

 “My body responds to physical stimulation the same way yours does,” Cameron said removing her hand from on top of Sarah’s.

“And desire … arousal? What do you feel?” Sarah asked, “When I touch you?” she continued, her hand cupping Cameron’s breast, her thumb stroking over the hard peak of Cameron’s nipple.

Cameron’s eyes fluttered.

“Hot,” she murmured her voice little more than a whisper.

Sarah shivered.

“I can’t quite believe this is real,” Sarah breathed out, her heart hammering in her chest as Cameron’s eyes locked on her, the desire that Sarah had questioned her ability to feel seconds before, flaming in her eyes.

“It is real,” Cameron said softly, her voice hitching as Sarah’s thumb brushed over her nipple once more. “Feel,” Cameron said a moment later, her free hand drifting to capture the hand Sarah didn’t have on her chest, roughly dragging Sarah’s hand towards the apex of her thighs and then beneath the waist band of the boy brief shorts she was wearing.

“Fuck,” Sarah muttered as her fingers brushed against damp warmth.  And then she was surging forward, her lips pressing against Cameron’s urgently, her left hand moving from Cameron’s chest to the back of her neck as she kissed her desperately.

If she was going to give in, she could as well give in like a champion.

“Walk,” Sarah breathed out, her teeth scraping along Cameron’s jaw.

“What?” Cameron asked pulling back, her kiss-reddened lips slightly parted as she blinked at Sarah.

“Bedroom,” Sarah muttered beyond, far beyond, forming full sentences. Cameron was just going to have to deal with the point form version. “Mine,” she added, really not needing to accidentally barge in on a sleeping Derek wearing Cameron on her lips.

“Oh,” Cameron responded, blinking one more time before Sarah found herself resting in Cameron’s arm, her feet dangling in the air as she looked at the younger brunette in surprise.

“What are you doing?” Sarah breathed out, knowing she was going to get far too literal an answer even as she asked the question.

“Carrying you,” Cameron responded, the words making Sarah smile.

“Why?” Sarah asked as Cameron began to walk towards Sarah’s bedroom.

“It’s romantic,” Cameron replied looking down at Sarah, easily balancing both of them as she nudged Sarah’s door open with her foot.

“I doubt you saw that in any of your ‘instructional videos’,” Sarah said smirking as Cameron deftly kicked the door to her bedroom shut.

“I don’t sleep,” Cameron said lowering Sarah to the ground so that they were standing in front of each other once again. “It leaves me much time to read,” Cameron continued licking her lips. “If I had known we were going to copulate I would have procured chocolate … and a Marvin Gaye CD,” she added almost apologetically.

Sarah brushed her fingers against Cameron’s cheek smiling tenderly at the last part of her sentence. She was touched and strangely aroused by Cameron’s attempts at courtship. The ineptness of it was very sweet.

“Lie down,” Sarah whispered breathlessly.

Cameron complied, Sarah crawling on top of her beginning to kiss her almost the moment she made contact with the mattress.

They kissed for a long time, Sarah’s body covering Cameron’s, her hand running up and down Cameron’s torso, cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples as they explored each other’s mouths, Cameron’s tentative exploration of her mouth calming Sarah’s passion, allowing her to slow down and let them get used to each other.

Eventually however, Sarah’s hand shifted, moving downwards, brushing over Cameron’s hip before finally slipping between her legs once again, an intense spike of passion shooting through her as Cameron’s hips automatically canted towards her and a strangled cry emerging from her throat.

There was a part of Sarah – the part that watched the sway of Cameron’s hips when she walked and that raked appreciatively over the girl’s body when she marched through the house half-clothed – that wanted to slowly undress Cameron revealing her perfect body inch by inch to her hungry, waiting eyes. But she had been suppressing her feelings, pushing down her desires for too long and her body demanded satisfaction, it demanded recompense for being ignored for so long and she could not fathom waiting any longer.

Slowly, almost reverently Sarah moved her fingers against Cameron’s core slicking them with her juices, amazed by the fact that Cameron could do this, that her body felt indistinguishable from a human woman’s, astounded by the fact that she could feel Cameron pulsing and clenching as she teased her.

Sarah leaned down, her tongue flicking out against Cameron’s chin before she brought their lips together once more her thumb brushing against Cameron’s clit as she did. Sarah moaned a second later breathing in Cameron’s sigh as the girl jerked against Sarah’s hand.

“Cameron,” Sarah said softly, her eyes on Cameron’s face as she pulled back, her fingers posed at the girl’s opening. Cameron’s eyes were closed, but she wanted them open. She needed them open. She needed to see what Cameron was experiencing, to stay connected to her as she touched her.

Cameron’s eyes opened, blinking slowly as she focused on Sarah.

Sarah’s lips parted as she slid her finger inside of Cameron. She exhaled unsteadily as she felt Cameron envelope her finger her hips bucking a moment later when she looked down at Cameron. Cameron’s eyes were wide, pleasure, surprise and confusion playing across her features as she stared up at the ceiling her mouth opening and closing in soundless cries as her fists clenched the sheets and her hips pushed towards Sarah.

Sarah shifted, positioning Cameron’s thigh between her legs, her own need demanding some attention. With her eyes trained unwaveringly on Cameron’s face, completely captivated by the array of emotion of display, Sarah pressed down against the thigh between her legs, her hips rocking as began to ride Cameron’s firm, steady thigh, her fingers continuing to move steadily in and out of the younger brunette as she did.

Cameron watched Sarah as they moved together, her eyes focused on the other woman intently watching Sarah’s expressions, even as she herself moaned and gasped, her palms sliding across the sheets as the pleasure coursing through her body mounted.

She felt like every one of her systems was malfunctioning. She felt on the verge of total shutdown. Her brain refused to operate with any efficiency and her body was moving completely of its own accord without any conscious input from her.

She had no idea that pleasure was this overwhelming, this consuming … this scary. The feelings just kept building inside of her more and more and she was certain that they couldn’t possibly get anymore intense, but then Sarah would twist her fingers, and bit at her lip, and the pleasure would spike again, drawing her towards something she could not comprehend.

At moments as her body jerked and spasmed uncontrollably a tendril of fear would trickle through her, but then she would focus on Sarah’s face, on her eyes which never left her, on the feel of her body on top of hers, and as scary as the feelings Sarah was producing in her were she knew that there was no place that she would rather be.

“Sarah,” Cameron gasped suddenly.

Sarah felt Cameron’s velvety inner muscles pulling at her fingers, a frisson of pleasure coursing through her as she realized that Cameron was having an orgasm. She could feel the girl’s juices running over her fingers, her eyes finally closing as her hips bucked, pleasure completely consuming her.

The sight of that final surrender was too much and Sarah tipped over the edge of well, orgasm tearing through her body, leaving her shaking and shivering above Cameron before she collapsed against her.

Sarah remained still on top of Cameron for long moments as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Her body rose and fell with the movement of Cameron’s chest as it moved up and down in simulated respiration, but other than that her body and mind were completely at rest for once.

Cameron lifted her hand bringing it up to Sarah’s head and began to gently stroke her hair.

Sarah sighed at the motion and pressed her face into Cameron’s tank-top clad chest, her mind stirring just enough to register the warmth of Cameron’s body and the comforting feel of it underneath her own supporting her.

Sarah wrapped her arms around Cameron’s waist holding the girl tightly against her.

“Sarah?”

“Um,” Sarah murmured her eyes fluttering as she struggled to keep them open, the rhythmic pounding of what passed for Cameron’s heart lulling her to sleep.

“I liked that.”

Sarah smiled softly at that, uncurling her arm from around Cameron and propping it on the mattress to push her body up so that she could look down at the younger brunette.

“I could tell,” Sarah drawled her lips curving up suggestively as she looked at Cameron, “So did I,” she added more seriously a moment later.

“We will do this again?” Cameron asked her eyes searching Sarah’s face.

Sarah smiled a little understanding Cameron’s need for some reassurance after her reaction to their spontaneous moment of intimacy the night before.

“Yeah,” she said her free hand moving to trail her fingers over Cameron’s bare shoulder and then down her slim, toned arm. “Probably often,” she added feeling desire begin to ignite inside of her again as her eyes swept over Cameron’s heartbreakingly lovely features.

“Now?” Cameron asked, easily able to read the changes occurring in Sarah’s body.

Sarah hummed softly sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing on it lightly as she considered Cameron.

“Some of us have to sleep,” she breathed out finally.

There was a war waging in her body between Desire and Exhaustion and as much as she wanted Desire to win, she was pretty sure that Exhaustion had just stormed Desires beaches and was about to take the town as well.

Cameron stared up at Sarah unhappily, her displeasure presenting itself through her slightly pouted lips.

Sarah would have felt bad about sexually thwarting Cameron however she was too busy being charmed by Cameron’s incredibly cute expression.

“Tomorrow?” Cameron asked sounding distinctly sulky.

Sarah nodded soberly. “I swear,” she intoned gravely.

“In the morning?” Cameron questioned still glowering a little bit.

“First thing,” Sarah promised her lips quirking up a little in a smile making a mental note that the second thing she did in the morning should be to talk to Cameron about appropriate topics of conversation and appropriate levels of physical contact outside of the bedroom.

The last thing she needed was Cameron trying to proposition her at the breakfast table … or at Parent-Teacher night.

“I am reassured,” Cameron responded finally blinking, releasing Sarah from the gaze she had initiated. “You may go to sleep now,” she continued magnanimously.

Sarah considered making a witty response to Cameron’s declaration but her open, expectant expression convinced her otherwise and she settled herself down on the mattress and closed her eyes.

“What are you doing?” Sarah asked a few seconds later opening her eyes.

Cameron’s arms were around her.

“Snuggling,” Cameron responded matter-of-factly. “It is a typical post-coital response. The continued physical contact after the conclusion of intercourse conveys affection and emotional need,” she continued. “Now you know I value you for more than your sex skills,” Cameron concluded spooning herself more securely against Sarah’s back.

“Oh … kay,” Sarah breathed out at a loss … as was usually the case around Cameron. “Goodnight?”

“Goodnight,” Cameron confirmed.

Sarah closed her eyes her body relaxing against Cameron’s as it had so many times in the past few weeks.

The change in their relationship was going to take some getting used to, but as Sarah’s mind began to cloud over with sleep she had the feeling that it wouldn’t take as long as she might’ve suspected.

Things weren’t simple, that was for sure. But she thought that maybe that was okay since all of the best things were complicated anyway.

The End

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