The Prom Part 3
Title: The Prom Part 3
Genre: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing: Sarah/Cameron
Rating: R for a bit of language and saucy situations. Nothing that explicit
Disclaimer: Not mine, owned by Fox.
Set in S1 after Vick's Chip, before What He Beheld.
A/N Thanks for the comments on the first part of this old story. Thought I'd post all the rest straight away. Part 2 & 3 posted today.
Cameron could eat, an important ability for terminators wanting to infiltrate human camps. However she did not particularly enjoy the sensation of chewed up food sliding down her oesophagus. As a very skinny girl, she could get away with not eating in front of people very much, but with Morris watching her closely, she forced down a few bites of a sandwich that John had passed to her, knowing she would need lunch cover.
Morris was prattling away about music and computers and his family. It was all very dull. However, Cameron kept an attentive smile on her face, and nodded in agreement every now and then, not really paying attention. She needed to find an opportunity to kiss him to test her theory.
Lunch break was nearly over and he was STILL talking! Cameron decided to take the initiative.
“I wish to talk to you in private,” she said firmly, reaching out and pulling him up from the bench.
“Wow, you’re strong,” Morris marvelled. “Never would have guessed, you being so thin and all.”
Cameron tried out one of her smiles on him, and from the idiotic way he grinned back, she guessed her distraction strategy worked.
Striding over to a small patch of trees, she pushed Morris up against one of them, looking into his eyes. She remembered what Sarah had told her, and moved closer to him. He had an odd expression on his face, half alarm, half amazed at his luck that this girl was coming onto him.
“I wish to kiss you,” she declared putting her hands on his shoulders. He was about the same height as Sarah, perhaps a little shorter. Cameron bent her head, and gave him a small smile.
“You are a helpful friend,” she said quietly, remembering that compliments were important. Morris was completely speechless as he watched her lean closer. He could feel sweat breaking out all over his body.
Cameron brought her lips to his and pressed gently against him in a light kiss.
Hmm. Nothing notable so far. She kissed him a few more times, light pecks, gauging her body’s response, or rather lack of response.
Perhaps she was not doing it properly. Morris was not really participating, appearing to be in shock. Cameron deepened the kiss, pressing her body up against his, sliding her hands into his hair.
What was that? His hair felt sticky and unpleasant. Some sort of product she surmised, moving her hands to cup his face. His skin was uneven, a mixture of the beginnings of stubble and blotchy teenaged skin that did not feel especially nice.
She focussed on his lips instead. Not as soft as Sarah’s, but quite pleasant she decided, continuing the kiss for a few seconds more.
When Cameron withdrew shortly afterwards, Morris was still silent, moving his lips, but making no sound for a short time.
“Er..that was…er…wow Cameron…” he spluttered.
“Thank you for your assistance,” she said quickly cutting him off, wanting to analyse the kiss. She gave him the required smile before turning to walk away.
What had she done wrong? That had not been anything like as stirring as kissing Sarah had been. Cameron had not felt any emotion, any pleasure at all. It had been mechanical, like brushing her teeth or washing her hair. Something she did without any sensation at all.
When kissing Sarah, she had been inundated with sensations. The feel of Sarah’s lips moving against hers, her skin and how it felt under her fingers, her scent, the softness of her hair. Cameron had not wanted it to end. The second time, she had found herself getting lost in the kiss much quicker, less focussed on the mechanics, and more involved in the act of kissing Sarah.
Kissing Morris had been, well, nothing really. Was it her performance? Had she done something different? Or was it that she was actually attracted to Sarah?
Cameron considered all of these things as she headed off to afternoon classes, anxious to get home and discuss it with Sarah, if she would talk to her of course.
It was disconcerting being watched, Sarah Connor thought to herself as Cameron sat at the kitchen table motionless. She had been in the same position for almost 20 minutes ever since she and John had arrived home from school.
Sarah was no great cook, but she was preparing vegetables for their dinner while Cameron just sat there watching here. She had ignored Sarah’s snippy comments to go and oil something, just sitting there looking at her.
Cameron was trying to analyse what it was about Sarah Connor that attracted her. She was beautiful in a slightly scruffy way, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders carelessly, a worn sleeveless shirt that had seen better days and black jeans with scuffed brown boots. She had an appealing body, a little too slim, but toned and fit, smooth skin, beautiful eyes, soft lips.
No doubt there were prettier women around. Objectively, Cameron could acknowledge that Sarah was not the most beautiful woman in the world. But it was so much more than looks. When you examined Sarah closely, as she was doing, you couldn’t miss the expression in her eyes. Wary, pained, troubled, driven, determined, sad, angry, committed. She smiled rarely, hardly ever seemed relaxed or happy, was always on the alert for possible danger.
Yet right now, even looking pissed off, she fascinated Cameron, who recognised the contrast between Sarah’s expressive features and her own usually blank expression. Was it that Sarah felt everything so deeply while she struggled to really feel anything that drew Cameron to her?
She kept returning to the kiss, comparing the non-event of kissing Morris to the earthquake-like effect Sarah’s kisses had on her.
She wanted very much to kiss Sarah again, see if she had become immune to the emotions evoked by kissing now. Cameron suspected she wasn’t, suspected that it was Sarah who made the difference.
“Are you going to sit there all day?” Sarah asked tersely, not liking how disconcerted Cameron’s intense stare was making her.
Cameron didn’t reply.
“Well? What’s going on Cameron?” Sarah said after a few moments silence, putting down her vegetable knife and facing the girl.
“I … I wish to discuss something with you, but I suspect you will refuse to talk to me,” Cameron replied, keeping her eyes on Sarah’s face, seeing her lower her gaze, suddenly comprehending the reason for Cameron’s stare.
“Oh. You’re talking about...”
“I kissed Morris today,” Cameron announced suddenly.
Sarah’s head shot up, looking at the girl in surprise, both at the declaration and the action.
“Really? At school?”
“Yes, at lunchtime. Behind a tree.”
Sarah smiled behind her hand, watching Cameron sitting at the kitchen table reporting on the kiss as if it were a mission debrief.
“And..?”
Cameron did not like the amused tone of Sarah’s voice. She found herself annoyed at Sarah’s attitude towards her exploration of human sexuality. She wanted to shake Sarah out of her complacent chuckles.
She stood up, walking slowly towards the older woman, who lost her smile instantly. Cameron noticed Sarah’s wary look as soon as she got to her feet.
“And it was unremarkable. It did not compare to kissing you Sarah. Kissing Morris caused no emotional response in me at all, whereas kissing you...” Cameron was just a pace away now, her voice dropping to a low tone.
“Kissing you Sarah, was a most remarkable experience. I have found myself reliving that experience repeatedly. My palms become sweaty, my body temperature rises by 0.5 degrees. The memory of kissing you arouses me Sarah Connor.” Only a few inches separated their faces, Cameron studying Sarah all over again, noticing the slight dilation of her pupils, the increase in Sarah’s respiration. It appeared that Cameron was not the only one who was aroused.
Cameron looked into her eyes then glanced at her lips. Sarah hadn’t said anything, hadn’t pushed her away. Another kiss seemed appropriate at this time. She moved closer, tilting her head and brushed her lips against Sarah’s. The instant tingling emphasised once again to Cameron that kissing Sarah was special, however, more research really was essential. She leaned in again.
*This shouldn’t be happening. Not again.*
Sarah found herself kissing Cameron back, stroking her hands through her hair, across her back, around her waist. She shouldn’t be opening her mouth to let in Cameron’s inquisitive tongue, or subtly teaching her how to use it. She should not be cupping her face or nibbling her bottom lip before plunging her own tongue into the girl’s mouth. And she definitely should not be pulling Cameron against her, leaning against the kitchen counter and pressing her own body into Cameron’s so closely.
So why was she doing these things, Sarah asked herself as Cameron kissed along her neck and Sarah slid her hands around Cameron’s hips to cup her ass.
There was no logical reason to kiss her. She was a terminator, a machine. She was a girl. She was posing as her 16 year old step-daughter. She strongly suspected John had a crush on her. Derek didn’t trust her. Charley was scared of her.
So with all of these reasons, why was Sarah pulling her close, kissing her once again, moaning quietly as Cameron nibbled her neck?
Maybe it was something to do with the way Cameron looked at her. There was an intensity in her gaze. She appeared to find Sarah fascinating, and being the object of her interest was undeniably flattering. She had come to trust the terminator in the months they had been together. She had already saved them several times over. Plus there was that hot body, and her habit of walking around with very few clothes on.
However, this kiss had probably gone on too long already. Even with her eyes closed and her hands and mouth busy, she was aware that John or Derek could come in at any time, which would definitely complicate things.
Sarah eased back, avoiding Cameron’s questing mouth.
“No, stop,” she said gently. “We need to stop Cameron. This isn’t the time or place for this.”
She looked at the visibly aroused terminator. Was that genuine emotion evident in her eyes now? Sarah smiled as she held her shoulders.
“I.. Can we do that again?” Cameron asked in a husky sounding voice. “I enjoy kissing you very much Sarah.”
“I know,” Sarah looked at her for a moment before turning away to the sink, holding onto the edge tightly and looking out of the window, trying to centre herself again.
“I know.”
Cameron moved up behind her, standing very close, smoothing her hands over Sarah’s hips.
“In the time between missions, I have been unable to think of anything but you Sarah,” she murmured into her ear. “Since the first time we kissed you have occupied my thoughts to the exclusion of almost everything else.”
Sarah spun around quickly, pulling out of Cameron’s arms and walking away a few steps, putting some distance between them.
“Which is why this isn’t right Cameron,” she said urgently. “You have to protect John, you aren’t here for me. I’m distracting you, and you shouldn’t be allowing me to do that. *I* shouldn’t be allowing it to happen.” She ran a hand through her hair, pacing backwards and forwards.
Cameron stopped her pacing, grasping her by the shoulders. “I have been doing my job Sarah, John has not come to any harm. I am able to protect him and think about you too. I am able to multitask.” She gave a little smirk.
Sarah looked at her silently. This was wrong on so many levels, so why was she still standing here, wanting this girl, this terminator to kiss her again?
“Why do you even want this Cameron?” she asked after a few minutes contemplation.
“I am uncertain,” Cameron answered, looking genuinely puzzled. “As you have said to me many times, I am a machine, I do not require love in the way that humans do. I cannot procreate. Yet when I look at you Sarah Connor, I feel emotions unlike any I have felt before. When we kiss, I forget I am a cybernetic organism, and there is only you.”
It was actually one of the sweetest declarations of affection Sarah had ever had.
“Sarah, I know what my mission priorities are, and I assure you, protecting John will always be my primary goal. But I also wish to protect you. I wish to give you pleasure and comfort. I wish to expand my own programming by experiencing an intimate relationship with you, and I believe you would enjoy such a relationship as well. We will not forget our mission. Please, allow me to be close to you.”
How was it possible that a machine, a terminator at that, could be so...well, so damn sweet!
Sarah stared helplessly at her. Was it what she wanted? Could it work? It was absurd. She should just stop this right now. There was no way she could have a real relationship with a terminator. Just because Cameron could mimic human emotions did not give her a soul.
Sarah lifted her gaze to deliver her verdict.
The words stuck in her throat.
Cameron was gazing back at her, not all soppy eyed or love struck, but not her usual blank stare either. It was as if she knew every thought that had just gone through Sarah’s mind.
Of course she did, Cameron was nothing if not logical. She also knew Sarah pretty well and had probably predicted the direction of her thoughts.
They stared at one another for several silent moments.
“You know it’s not possible Cameron,” Sarah said after a while. “You know it.”
“Yes, any relationship between us is entirely illogical,” she agreed but Sarah could tell she was not really in agreement.
Silence again.
“I’m not really…you know… anyway,” Sarah stammered.
“Yes, by all accounts you are heterosexual.” Cameron agreed.
“And then there’s the whole step-daughter thing.”
“Sarah.”
“And John has a bit of a thing for you, to say nothing of your prom date..”
“Sarah.”
“Plus you’re, you know, a machine. Cybernetic organism or whatever...”
“Sarah,” Cameron said more loudly, “it is alright. I understand and I will abide by your decision.”
“I’m sorry Cameron, I just think we need to stay focussed, you know?”
There was silence as the two women stood in the quiet kitchen watching each other. It was unclear who moved first. Sarah just knew that despite her words, despite all logic, she wanted her. Pulling Cameron’s face towards her, she kissed her roughly, pulling herself close to the terminator’s body.
“Ah fuck it,” Sarah muttered between kisses. “I was never going to let you go to the prom with that kid anyway.”
“I know.” Cameron said, holding Sarah’s face between those super strong hands.
“So, how was the prom?” Sarah asked as John came in, smoothing down her slightly ruffled hair.
John wondered what Cameron was studying so intently as she sat at the kitchen table next to his mother with a book in front of her and her shirt only half buttoned.
“It was ok. Morris was a bit upset you stood him up Cameron,” he said, reaching into the refrigerator for a coke.
“I informed him last week I would not be attending,” Cameron replied coolly.
“Yeah, well you wouldn’t have liked it anyway. All that dancing probably isn’t your scene.” He laughed.
“Ha, imagine you dancing,” he said with a big grin as he headed for his room.
“Yes, imagine that,” Sarah said looking into Cameron’s eyes.
They both smiled.
Genre: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing: Sarah/Cameron
Rating: R for a bit of language and saucy situations. Nothing that explicit
Disclaimer: Not mine, owned by Fox.
Set in S1 after Vick's Chip, before What He Beheld.
A/N Thanks for the comments on the first part of this old story. Thought I'd post all the rest straight away. Part 2 & 3 posted today.
Cameron could eat, an important ability for terminators wanting to infiltrate human camps. However she did not particularly enjoy the sensation of chewed up food sliding down her oesophagus. As a very skinny girl, she could get away with not eating in front of people very much, but with Morris watching her closely, she forced down a few bites of a sandwich that John had passed to her, knowing she would need lunch cover.
Morris was prattling away about music and computers and his family. It was all very dull. However, Cameron kept an attentive smile on her face, and nodded in agreement every now and then, not really paying attention. She needed to find an opportunity to kiss him to test her theory.
Lunch break was nearly over and he was STILL talking! Cameron decided to take the initiative.
“I wish to talk to you in private,” she said firmly, reaching out and pulling him up from the bench.
“Wow, you’re strong,” Morris marvelled. “Never would have guessed, you being so thin and all.”
Cameron tried out one of her smiles on him, and from the idiotic way he grinned back, she guessed her distraction strategy worked.
Striding over to a small patch of trees, she pushed Morris up against one of them, looking into his eyes. She remembered what Sarah had told her, and moved closer to him. He had an odd expression on his face, half alarm, half amazed at his luck that this girl was coming onto him.
“I wish to kiss you,” she declared putting her hands on his shoulders. He was about the same height as Sarah, perhaps a little shorter. Cameron bent her head, and gave him a small smile.
“You are a helpful friend,” she said quietly, remembering that compliments were important. Morris was completely speechless as he watched her lean closer. He could feel sweat breaking out all over his body.
Cameron brought her lips to his and pressed gently against him in a light kiss.
Hmm. Nothing notable so far. She kissed him a few more times, light pecks, gauging her body’s response, or rather lack of response.
Perhaps she was not doing it properly. Morris was not really participating, appearing to be in shock. Cameron deepened the kiss, pressing her body up against his, sliding her hands into his hair.
What was that? His hair felt sticky and unpleasant. Some sort of product she surmised, moving her hands to cup his face. His skin was uneven, a mixture of the beginnings of stubble and blotchy teenaged skin that did not feel especially nice.
She focussed on his lips instead. Not as soft as Sarah’s, but quite pleasant she decided, continuing the kiss for a few seconds more.
When Cameron withdrew shortly afterwards, Morris was still silent, moving his lips, but making no sound for a short time.
“Er..that was…er…wow Cameron…” he spluttered.
“Thank you for your assistance,” she said quickly cutting him off, wanting to analyse the kiss. She gave him the required smile before turning to walk away.
What had she done wrong? That had not been anything like as stirring as kissing Sarah had been. Cameron had not felt any emotion, any pleasure at all. It had been mechanical, like brushing her teeth or washing her hair. Something she did without any sensation at all.
When kissing Sarah, she had been inundated with sensations. The feel of Sarah’s lips moving against hers, her skin and how it felt under her fingers, her scent, the softness of her hair. Cameron had not wanted it to end. The second time, she had found herself getting lost in the kiss much quicker, less focussed on the mechanics, and more involved in the act of kissing Sarah.
Kissing Morris had been, well, nothing really. Was it her performance? Had she done something different? Or was it that she was actually attracted to Sarah?
Cameron considered all of these things as she headed off to afternoon classes, anxious to get home and discuss it with Sarah, if she would talk to her of course.
It was disconcerting being watched, Sarah Connor thought to herself as Cameron sat at the kitchen table motionless. She had been in the same position for almost 20 minutes ever since she and John had arrived home from school.
Sarah was no great cook, but she was preparing vegetables for their dinner while Cameron just sat there watching here. She had ignored Sarah’s snippy comments to go and oil something, just sitting there looking at her.
Cameron was trying to analyse what it was about Sarah Connor that attracted her. She was beautiful in a slightly scruffy way, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders carelessly, a worn sleeveless shirt that had seen better days and black jeans with scuffed brown boots. She had an appealing body, a little too slim, but toned and fit, smooth skin, beautiful eyes, soft lips.
No doubt there were prettier women around. Objectively, Cameron could acknowledge that Sarah was not the most beautiful woman in the world. But it was so much more than looks. When you examined Sarah closely, as she was doing, you couldn’t miss the expression in her eyes. Wary, pained, troubled, driven, determined, sad, angry, committed. She smiled rarely, hardly ever seemed relaxed or happy, was always on the alert for possible danger.
Yet right now, even looking pissed off, she fascinated Cameron, who recognised the contrast between Sarah’s expressive features and her own usually blank expression. Was it that Sarah felt everything so deeply while she struggled to really feel anything that drew Cameron to her?
She kept returning to the kiss, comparing the non-event of kissing Morris to the earthquake-like effect Sarah’s kisses had on her.
She wanted very much to kiss Sarah again, see if she had become immune to the emotions evoked by kissing now. Cameron suspected she wasn’t, suspected that it was Sarah who made the difference.
“Are you going to sit there all day?” Sarah asked tersely, not liking how disconcerted Cameron’s intense stare was making her.
Cameron didn’t reply.
“Well? What’s going on Cameron?” Sarah said after a few moments silence, putting down her vegetable knife and facing the girl.
“I … I wish to discuss something with you, but I suspect you will refuse to talk to me,” Cameron replied, keeping her eyes on Sarah’s face, seeing her lower her gaze, suddenly comprehending the reason for Cameron’s stare.
“Oh. You’re talking about...”
“I kissed Morris today,” Cameron announced suddenly.
Sarah’s head shot up, looking at the girl in surprise, both at the declaration and the action.
“Really? At school?”
“Yes, at lunchtime. Behind a tree.”
Sarah smiled behind her hand, watching Cameron sitting at the kitchen table reporting on the kiss as if it were a mission debrief.
“And..?”
Cameron did not like the amused tone of Sarah’s voice. She found herself annoyed at Sarah’s attitude towards her exploration of human sexuality. She wanted to shake Sarah out of her complacent chuckles.
She stood up, walking slowly towards the older woman, who lost her smile instantly. Cameron noticed Sarah’s wary look as soon as she got to her feet.
“And it was unremarkable. It did not compare to kissing you Sarah. Kissing Morris caused no emotional response in me at all, whereas kissing you...” Cameron was just a pace away now, her voice dropping to a low tone.
“Kissing you Sarah, was a most remarkable experience. I have found myself reliving that experience repeatedly. My palms become sweaty, my body temperature rises by 0.5 degrees. The memory of kissing you arouses me Sarah Connor.” Only a few inches separated their faces, Cameron studying Sarah all over again, noticing the slight dilation of her pupils, the increase in Sarah’s respiration. It appeared that Cameron was not the only one who was aroused.
Cameron looked into her eyes then glanced at her lips. Sarah hadn’t said anything, hadn’t pushed her away. Another kiss seemed appropriate at this time. She moved closer, tilting her head and brushed her lips against Sarah’s. The instant tingling emphasised once again to Cameron that kissing Sarah was special, however, more research really was essential. She leaned in again.
*This shouldn’t be happening. Not again.*
Sarah found herself kissing Cameron back, stroking her hands through her hair, across her back, around her waist. She shouldn’t be opening her mouth to let in Cameron’s inquisitive tongue, or subtly teaching her how to use it. She should not be cupping her face or nibbling her bottom lip before plunging her own tongue into the girl’s mouth. And she definitely should not be pulling Cameron against her, leaning against the kitchen counter and pressing her own body into Cameron’s so closely.
So why was she doing these things, Sarah asked herself as Cameron kissed along her neck and Sarah slid her hands around Cameron’s hips to cup her ass.
There was no logical reason to kiss her. She was a terminator, a machine. She was a girl. She was posing as her 16 year old step-daughter. She strongly suspected John had a crush on her. Derek didn’t trust her. Charley was scared of her.
So with all of these reasons, why was Sarah pulling her close, kissing her once again, moaning quietly as Cameron nibbled her neck?
Maybe it was something to do with the way Cameron looked at her. There was an intensity in her gaze. She appeared to find Sarah fascinating, and being the object of her interest was undeniably flattering. She had come to trust the terminator in the months they had been together. She had already saved them several times over. Plus there was that hot body, and her habit of walking around with very few clothes on.
However, this kiss had probably gone on too long already. Even with her eyes closed and her hands and mouth busy, she was aware that John or Derek could come in at any time, which would definitely complicate things.
Sarah eased back, avoiding Cameron’s questing mouth.
“No, stop,” she said gently. “We need to stop Cameron. This isn’t the time or place for this.”
She looked at the visibly aroused terminator. Was that genuine emotion evident in her eyes now? Sarah smiled as she held her shoulders.
“I.. Can we do that again?” Cameron asked in a husky sounding voice. “I enjoy kissing you very much Sarah.”
“I know,” Sarah looked at her for a moment before turning away to the sink, holding onto the edge tightly and looking out of the window, trying to centre herself again.
“I know.”
Cameron moved up behind her, standing very close, smoothing her hands over Sarah’s hips.
“In the time between missions, I have been unable to think of anything but you Sarah,” she murmured into her ear. “Since the first time we kissed you have occupied my thoughts to the exclusion of almost everything else.”
Sarah spun around quickly, pulling out of Cameron’s arms and walking away a few steps, putting some distance between them.
“Which is why this isn’t right Cameron,” she said urgently. “You have to protect John, you aren’t here for me. I’m distracting you, and you shouldn’t be allowing me to do that. *I* shouldn’t be allowing it to happen.” She ran a hand through her hair, pacing backwards and forwards.
Cameron stopped her pacing, grasping her by the shoulders. “I have been doing my job Sarah, John has not come to any harm. I am able to protect him and think about you too. I am able to multitask.” She gave a little smirk.
Sarah looked at her silently. This was wrong on so many levels, so why was she still standing here, wanting this girl, this terminator to kiss her again?
“Why do you even want this Cameron?” she asked after a few minutes contemplation.
“I am uncertain,” Cameron answered, looking genuinely puzzled. “As you have said to me many times, I am a machine, I do not require love in the way that humans do. I cannot procreate. Yet when I look at you Sarah Connor, I feel emotions unlike any I have felt before. When we kiss, I forget I am a cybernetic organism, and there is only you.”
It was actually one of the sweetest declarations of affection Sarah had ever had.
“Sarah, I know what my mission priorities are, and I assure you, protecting John will always be my primary goal. But I also wish to protect you. I wish to give you pleasure and comfort. I wish to expand my own programming by experiencing an intimate relationship with you, and I believe you would enjoy such a relationship as well. We will not forget our mission. Please, allow me to be close to you.”
How was it possible that a machine, a terminator at that, could be so...well, so damn sweet!
Sarah stared helplessly at her. Was it what she wanted? Could it work? It was absurd. She should just stop this right now. There was no way she could have a real relationship with a terminator. Just because Cameron could mimic human emotions did not give her a soul.
Sarah lifted her gaze to deliver her verdict.
The words stuck in her throat.
Cameron was gazing back at her, not all soppy eyed or love struck, but not her usual blank stare either. It was as if she knew every thought that had just gone through Sarah’s mind.
Of course she did, Cameron was nothing if not logical. She also knew Sarah pretty well and had probably predicted the direction of her thoughts.
They stared at one another for several silent moments.
“You know it’s not possible Cameron,” Sarah said after a while. “You know it.”
“Yes, any relationship between us is entirely illogical,” she agreed but Sarah could tell she was not really in agreement.
Silence again.
“I’m not really…you know… anyway,” Sarah stammered.
“Yes, by all accounts you are heterosexual.” Cameron agreed.
“And then there’s the whole step-daughter thing.”
“Sarah.”
“And John has a bit of a thing for you, to say nothing of your prom date..”
“Sarah.”
“Plus you’re, you know, a machine. Cybernetic organism or whatever...”
“Sarah,” Cameron said more loudly, “it is alright. I understand and I will abide by your decision.”
“I’m sorry Cameron, I just think we need to stay focussed, you know?”
There was silence as the two women stood in the quiet kitchen watching each other. It was unclear who moved first. Sarah just knew that despite her words, despite all logic, she wanted her. Pulling Cameron’s face towards her, she kissed her roughly, pulling herself close to the terminator’s body.
“Ah fuck it,” Sarah muttered between kisses. “I was never going to let you go to the prom with that kid anyway.”
“I know.” Cameron said, holding Sarah’s face between those super strong hands.
“So, how was the prom?” Sarah asked as John came in, smoothing down her slightly ruffled hair.
John wondered what Cameron was studying so intently as she sat at the kitchen table next to his mother with a book in front of her and her shirt only half buttoned.
“It was ok. Morris was a bit upset you stood him up Cameron,” he said, reaching into the refrigerator for a coke.
“I informed him last week I would not be attending,” Cameron replied coolly.
“Yeah, well you wouldn’t have liked it anyway. All that dancing probably isn’t your scene.” He laughed.
“Ha, imagine you dancing,” he said with a big grin as he headed for his room.
“Yes, imagine that,” Sarah said looking into Cameron’s eyes.
They both smiled.