Fic: Morning Delight (Sarah/Cameron, Sarah Connor Chronicles)

[fembuck]

Title: Morning Delight
Author: Janine
Fandom: Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing: Sarah/Cameron
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Summary: Part six 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
5. all of the best things

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Sarah breathed in and out deeply, her eyes fluttering, struggling to open as she recoiled from the sunlight streaming through her bedroom window. She couldn’t remember the last time it had been this hard for her to wake up. It usually took her around an hour to get her body to calm down enough that she could finally fall asleep, but in the mornings she usually snapped awake, up for the day the moment her eyes fluttered open whether she was still exhausted or not.

Exhaling softly, she shifted hoping that moving around would help wake her up fully. As she moved she became aware of a gentle weight on her hip, and a moment after that her brain also registered the delightful warmth covering her back.

She was being spooned.

Sarah turned suddenly in the loose embrace of the arm around her, automatically jerking backwards a second later, startled to find Cameron’s bright brown eyes regarding her.

“Right, you don’t sleep,” Sarah muttered as her heartbeat returned to normal.

Cameron shook her head confirming Sarah’s statement but didn’t say anything, apparently preferring to continue studying the other woman now that she was awake.

“What have you been doing all this time?” Sarah asked softly, knowing that Cameron had not left her bed all night.

Even though she had just struggled to wake up, if Cameron had moved during the night, if she had tried to get out of the bed or leave the room she would have sensed it and woken up.

She hadn’t woken up though; she’d slept like a baby which meant that Cameron must have stayed put. That Cameron had spent about five hours just laying there next to her doing absolutely nothing.

“Watching you,” Cameron replied still watching Sarah intently.

Sarah’s eyebrows drew together at the response and Cameron’s look. She wondered how Cameron could still be looking at her like she was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen after she had been staring at her all night.

“I read that people look relaxed and innocent when they sleep,” Cameron continued tilting her head to the side curiously as she regarded Sarah. “You frown.”

Sarah smirked at that, a soft laugh emerging from her as she thought about it.

Of course she frowned, what else would she do.

“You’re serious even when you’re unconscious. It’s … cute,” Cameron went on, the word coming halting off of her tongue as she tested out the word for the first time, the expression and the emotion behind it unfamiliar to her.

Sarah blinked and then automatically responded, “I’m not cute,” frowning deeply as she did, her eyes narrowing.

Cameron watched her for a moment.

“That was cute too,” the Terminator decided, announcing it to Sarah as soon as the thought entered her head. “You’re cute.”

Sarah stared at Cameron for a second after that, feeling a blush come to her cheeks that embarrassed her and made her heart pound.

“You’re cute,” she accused morosely a second later glaring at Cameron again, something inside of her curling up and dying as she realized she had fallen back on a technique of insults that most people outgrew after first grade.

“Thank you,” Cameron responded taking the comment at face value, her lips curling up in a pleased little smile that made Sarah wish she had actually meant the words as a compliment instead of them being an act of immature petulance.

“You’ve slept,” Cameron said thoughtfully a moment later, her eyes searching Sarah’s face.

“Yes,” Sarah replied slowly, watching Cameron watch her, trying to figure out what was going on in the girl’s head.

“Then we may resume our previous activities,” Cameron decided, and with that she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Sarah’s, her arm curling around the older woman’s waist, dragging her towards her as her lips moved purposefully against Sarah’s.

Sarah moaned her eyes fluttering shut and her lips parting as her body relaxed into Cameron’s hold, giving herself over to the young woman’s kiss.

Cameron kissed like she did everything else, with a single-minded determinedness that took Sarah’s breath away. It was possessing and overpowering, almost elemental in its focus and intensity. Cameron’s kisses were tsunamis, they were tornados and hurricanes that swept over her, jumbling and tossing around her insides, leaving her tired, confused, disoriented and thrilled in a way that made her want to jump up and yell, convulse with tears, and fuck something until she couldn’t move.

Sarah gasped, her eyes popping open as she suddenly found herself on her back.

“I saw many things in the instructional videos that we didn’t get to do last night,” Cameron said from her position atop Sarah, her slim fingers slipping around Sarah’s hips, holding her firmly as she looked down at her with hungry, eager eyes,.

Sarah’s hips involuntarily jerked into Cameron’s hands.

“What kind of things?” Sarah husked her arousal showing in her voice even though she desperately tried to temper it.

Cameron smiled a slow, deliberate, promising sort of smile that two seconds before Sarah wouldn’t have thought the girl was capable of.

Lording above her, straddling her waist, Cameron’s hips pressing her firmly back into the mattress, while her hands held her still without the slightest bit of effort, the girl looked as mysterious and alien as Sarah had ever seen her.

The speculative and enigmatic look that Cameron now had in her eyes had always put Sarah on edge before, had always sent a shiver of warning and fear down her spine. And she could still feel something of that fear as Cameron watched her. There was a thin, cold trickle of unease running over her, making her shiver. But fear wasn’t the predominant emotion coursing through her this time. A warm rain of arousal was washing over her, and that small chill of fear was eclipsed by, was dwarfed by the force of her arousal.

The look in Cameron’s eyes was now electrifying instead of terrifying, promising pleasure instead of pain.

She didn’t know what Cameron was thinking, but she did know that all of the girl’s brain power was directed at and focused on brining her pleasure, and the knowledge of that burned through Sarah, turning her insides to liquid, making her drip.

“Show me,” Sarah breathed out, her hips arching slowly up into Cameron’s body as tiny shivers of excitement trembled through her body.

“Sweet,” Cameron declared smiling, sounding every bit the teenager she was pretending to be, before she leaned down and captured Sarah’s lips again.

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Twenty minutes later…

A fine sheen of sweat covered Sarah’s body, accentuating her taut muscles, making them glisten as her fingers gripped Cameron’s hair tightly, her arm muscles flexing to keep the girl in place as her hips rocked and her abdominal muscles quivered.

Cameron’s tongue flicked against her clit and Sarah mewled, wanting desperately to cry out but forcing herself to clamp down on the vocalization. With what Cameron’s mouth was doing to her she knew that if she let herself make any noise that she would lose control and her cries would become loud enough to wake the neighbours – not to mention to the other two people in her house.

Cameron drove three fingers inside of Sarah and allowed her lips to wrap around the older woman’s clit, sucking on it forcefully as she curled her fingers inside of Sarah, searching for the sponge-like tissue she had learned about during her research. She had read that it was extremely pleasurable, and in the videos she had watched the women had seemed to enjoy it greatly when that spot was caressed.

She wanted to make Sarah feel that way, she wanted to see Sarah react to touch the way those women had.

A second later Cameron smiled against Sarah, her tongue swirling around the woman’s clit as she found what she was looking for.

Pleasure rippled up through Sarah’s body, swelling and pulsing until it made its way to her brain where it exploded, her mind and vision flashing white before a canopy of colours erupted behind her eyes

“Ca…!” Sarah managed to choke out.

And then she was incapable of speech as her eyes squeezed shut and her head snapped back into the pillows behind her, the universe opening up behind her closed eyes as her hips jumped into Cameron’s strong hands and pleasure poured from her.

Sarah wasn’t sure, but she suspected that she had briefly blacked out because when she became aware of her surroundings again, Cameron was no longer nestled between her legs but was lying on the mattress beside her, her hand stroking her cheek tenderly.

Sarah blinked sleepily, trying to get her eyes to focus on Cameron who was staring at her with some concern despite her soft, reassuring touch.

“Your systems are returning to normal,” Cameron said and Sarah could’ve sworn that she heard relief in her voice.

Struggling to get her mind working again, Sarah realized that Cameron must have been afraid that she had broken her when she passed out.

Sarah smiled, summoning what little strength she had to place her hand over Cameron’s, covering it comfortingly.

“I’m okay,” she said, her voice a little hoarse and breathless but otherwise fine. “This is,” she continued smiling, looking down at her exhausted limp form, “good,” she continued a second later, her brain still slow and sluggish, unable to come up with a better way of expressing her thoughts. “Really, I’m fine. I’m more than fine. I’m … very fine,” she concluded laughing a little before deciding to give up on speaking for the next couple of minutes since it didn’t seem to be working out so well for her in her current condition.

“Promise?” Cameron asked still looking concerned, her hand twitching underneath Sarah’s as she spoke.

Sarah’s smile faded as she looked over at Cameron. “I promise,” Sarah said slowly, her voice serious as studied the girl, realizing that Cameron was really very scared that she had damaged her. “I’m fine. I’m just tired. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Thank you for explaining,” Cameron said visibly relaxing before her hawk-like gaze settled on Sarah again. “That never happened in the videos,” she added a moment later, watching Sarah critically as if trying to determine if something was wrong with the videos or if something was wrong with Sarah.

Sarah laughed, choosing to be amused instead of insulted. Gently she moved Cameron’s hand from her cheek and settled it on her hip.

“Sometimes reality is better than fantasy,” Sarah said before leaning forward to press her lips tenderly against Cameron’s.

When Sarah pulled back, Cameron blinked at her, confusion clouding her features.

“Fantasy?” she asked anxiously as she stared at Sarah. “Are the videos not real?”

Sarah smiled widely, bringing Cameron’s hand between them, and then leaned forward, kissing her fingertips.

“Real enough,” she said softly, trying to sooth Cameron’s agitation. Apparently the girl had gotten rather attached to her videos. “They’re excellent teachers … superb,” she continued swirling her tongue around Cameron’s index finger before drawing it into her mouth, delighting in the way Cameron’s lips parted and her eyes hooded.

Sarah shifted closer to Cameron’s her own hand dropping between their bodies, her fingers pushing between Cameron’s thighs.

“However, experience is the best teacher,” she went on smiling as Cameron breathed in deeply. “And practice is the only way to …”

“MOM!”

Sarah looked up startled, her head immediately whipping towards her bedroom door, her hand frozen between Cameron’s legs.

“What?” she called back automatically, her eyes focused on her unlocked bedroom door, staring at it with trepidation.

“What are you doing?” John called in. “It’s late.”

“I know what time it is,” Sarah replied even though she had no idea what time it was. However, she knew that if he had come looking for her instead of soaking up a morning free of her telling him to comb his hair and asking if he’d done his homework, it must have been pretty late.

‘Get up,’ Sarah mouthed to Cameron urgently, ‘get dressed’.

“Don’t come in!” Sarah yelled tearing her eyes away from Cameron who was bending over retrieving her clothes, still completely naked, as she heard the door begin to creak open. “I’m naked,” she added realizing she needed to give him a good reason not to come barging in anyway.

“Ugh,” John groaned quickly pulling the door closed. “Terminator’s and the apocalypse I can deal with, but that’s too much. A bit more warning next time, please,” he continued to complain from outside the firmly shut door.

Sarah smirked while Cameron directed an utterly bewildered look towards the door, her eyes wide, not understanding.

“But your body’s bangin’,” Cameron protested sounding confused, not understanding John’s utterance of disgust. “Anybody’d want to superman that ass,” she continued earnestly.

Momentarily forgetting about John, Sarah turned her attention to Cameron and muttered “Superman?” softly, before shaking her head. If it was something teenagers said she probably really, really didn’t want to know what it meant.

“Is that Cameron?” John asked leaning towards the door. He couldn’t be sure but he thought that he heard another voice in the room, and Cameron was nowhere to be found. He’d looked … and not found her. “Is Cameron in there with you?”

“No,” Sarah responded hoping she didn’t sound as uncertain as she felt sitting on her bed, absolutely still, her eyes focused on the door as she prayed for him to believe her.

Silence met her response.

“Whatever,” John declared finally sounding bored. “You should get dressed though, Cameron’s not around and we need to find her before school. Skipping gets you on the admin’s radar.”

“She’s probably just outside,” Sarah said reasonably, pleased that the conversation seemed to be winding down.

As she spoke she jerked her thumb at Cameron, who was now dressed, emphatically gesturing towards the window.

“Because it never would have occurred to me to look outside of the house,” John grumbled scowling, glaring the door to his mother’s room. He wasn’t a complete idiot. He could determine on his own if someone was, or wasn’t on the property.

Sarah frowned at his snippy response but choose to ignore it. She had other concerns at the moment.

“Check again,” she called out impatiently, hopping out of the bed and moving towards the window, shutting it securely the moment Cameron’s figure disappeared through it.

“Fine,” John muttered petulantly. “But she’s not outside, I already checked outside and,” he paused and Sarah could hear the front door of the house opening and smiled, knowing that Cameron was waking through it and that John was staring at her dumbfounded.

“You’re still late,” John called towards her door a few seconds after Cameron entered the house, and then she heard his footsteps moving away from her door.

Sarah collapsed onto her mattress tiredly once the coast was clear, not even bothering to pull the covers over her nude form as she lay down.

Sighing, she stared up at the ceiling utterly exhausted and smiled.

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“Morning sleepy-head,” John said smiling sweetly as his mother as she finally emerged from her room freshly showered and changed, fifteen minutes after he had come looking for her.

Sarah smiled at him shaking her head from side to side playfully mocking him, before she plopped down opposite him at the kitchen table.

Turning her head to the side, she nodded at Cameron who was seated beside her with a bowl of cereal in front of her.

“When did you start eating breakfast?” Sarah asked desperately needing for there to be a normal conversation taking place. She hadn’t had time to talk to Cameron about appropriate meal-time conversation and was a little scared what might come out of the girl’s mouth if the conversation wasn’t being led.

“I haven’t,” Cameron responded pushing the bowl over to Sarah.

Sarah looked down into its milky depths. Everything was still crisp.

“She heard you coming,” John told his mom winking at her like they were conspirators.

Sarah looked up at him sharply, her eyes piercing him.

“What?” John asked holding up his hands looking genuinely confused to have such a look directed at him. The only time he had seen looks like that in the past was when she had caught him around computers before they had jumped forward. “She did,” he said pointing at Cameron defensively. “She sat with the bowl in front of her for like fifteen minutes and then started pouring the milk about a second before you came in here.”

Sarah looked away from him, fighting very hard not to blush.

“Thank you,” Sarah muttered at Cameron not looking at her as she spoke.

The misunderstanding with John had made her deeply uncomfortable.

John cleared his throat pointedly.

Sarah looked over at him, glad to have something to focus on. “I’m sorry, now don’t push your luck,” she responded poking her spoon in his direction.

“Where’s Derek?” Sarah asked a few seconds later, indescribably relieved that he wasn’t around for what was already the world’s most awkward breakfast.

“Still sleeping,” John responded. “I checked on him, changed his bandage and everything.”

“How’s he doing?” Sarah asked her eyes trailing uneasily towards Cameron’s bedroom door.

“Better, still a bit out of it though,” John replied watching as Cameron watched his mother. When he had been talking to Derek earlier, he had kept referring to Cameron as “the machine”, but looking at her at that moment she looked more like a three year old.

Cameron watched Sarah with fascination as she ate her cereal. She had to eat to keep certain systems functioning, but she didn’t need to eat as regularly as humans did. Because of this she was always fascinated with how they ate, the pleasure they got from it, and the desperation with which the act was sometimes completed.

“So, did you get it?” John asked focusing on Cameron again. She hadn’t brought it up and he’d wanted to ask since they came into the kitchen, but he knew that his mom would want to be present.

“Get what?” Cameron asked staring at him.

“The hand,” John exclaimed. “What’s up with you two this morning? Am I seriously the only one who remembers?”

Sarah blinked and looked over at Cameron, who turned to stare at her. John was right. Cameron was supposed to retrieve the hand of the Terminator they had destroyed the night before. She was supposed to get it in the early hours of the morning when the fewest number of officers was on duty, but instead of carrying out her mission she had stayed in bed with her … snuggling.

Sarah breathed in deeply, realizing that Cameron had failed to complete a mission, had disregarded direct orders out of consideration for her.

“They were doing inventory,” Sarah said slowly looking over at John. “The evidence locker was crawling with blues, she couldn’t go in safely. She’ll go tonight,” she went on her voice becoming more confident as she spoke. “There’s something else we can focus on for now,” she concluded her voice firm and steady, completely focused.

“The Turk,” John breathed out remembering that Derek had been concerned with what happened to it as well.

Sarah nodded. “We need to find Dimitri. You’re playing hookie.”

“No, I can’t. Not today,” John said looking down shaking his head. “Besides, my part is done,” he continued picking up his bowl and putting it in the sink. “I found the sister, it’s up to her now,” he continued nodding at Cameron. “Unless you want to put on a tutu,” he added smirking at his mother.

“If you’re going, go,” Sarah replied jerking her head towards the door though she smiled at him. She couldn’t really get mad at him for wanting to go to school, and he was right, he’d already worked his magic with the computer leaving the ball in Cameron’s court.

“Gone,” John said holding up his hands before bending down to pick up his backpack and heading for the door.

“Do I get to play hookie?” Cameron asked curiously once John had left.

“Yeah,” Sarah responded leaning back against her chair, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I think I’d like to see you in a tutu.”

The End

Comments

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I'm trying to respond, and I'm mesmerized by your icon. I feel like I'm going to hear a loud noise and blink and three hours will have passed with me sitting here watching Sarah do pull-ups.

Thanks for the feedback, I'm glad that you're enjoying it.

Because I love your version of Sarah, and how she's giving in to her feelings for 'a machine'. And I love your Cameron, and her single-minded focus and devotion on Sarah.

I love the struggle, and Cameron's dedication and focus on Sarah. In my head (on the show to a certain degree) they just have this incredibly fascinating relationship. The forced dependence hand-in-hand with unwanted but inevitably developing feelings is great.