Islands, Riley/Jesse, R
Title: Islands
Fandom: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Rating: R
P/C: Jesse/Riley, Cameron
WC: 777
Summary: Riley's mission.
A/N: For smercy
Loneliness
Is
An island
In
The middle
Of
A sea of people
The sky is so blue now. Everyone she knows complains that it’s stained, like film shot in the 80s, but Riley loves its color. During the day where she was from, the sky was always either inky black or a pale white, tinged with yellow. She gawks at it sometimes, something John teases her for. She is afraid of him. She almost wishes he would knock her back, so that she could forget this mission, this constant barrage of new, unpredictable things. She wants to go to Jesse and beg her to let her stop. But every time they speak, Jesse’s razor like smile and cold eyes make her voice die in her throat.
Another day then she will think, a fake smile plastered on her face.
*
She can remember the first time Jesse ever kissed her. She had told Riley how pretty she was, how any one would be lucky to have her. From time to time Riley looks back on this with contempt. Yes, lucky to have a girl with matted, blonde hair whose breath smelled like rats and garbage. But Jesse had touched her face with tenderness that Riley had never felt before, or, if she had, it had been so long she couldn’t remember it anymore.
Riley thinks that maybe that’s why she had let herself get carried away by all of this. The kiss had spoken of so much else that she couldn’t even imagine, a whole world before this one. A whole world where death was the only foreseeable future, a world seemingly islanded in a stream of stars.
*
The world was not as beautiful as she’d imagined. She felt cheated. But not by Jesse, no, never by Jesse. All Jesse wanted was for her to be happy. And to be happy she had to complete the mission. To seduce John Connor, to overcome the metal bitch who everyone thought held his heart. That Jesse thought held it anyway.
*
Derek Reese frightened her. She had only seen him once in person, but she had seen the photographs Jesse had of him. She couldn’t stand the sight of him. She knew that he and Jesse had been “together” (this was a school term she had picked up) and it made her jealous. She was sure never to show it, but sometimes she was convinced that Jesse knew anyway. One day, they had met behind a Ralph’s in the Valley and Jesse had scoffed at Derek, mockingly imitating him. “I love you!” and she laughed gleefully, knowing she had gotten away with what would amount to him as murder.
Riley had begged her then, fumbling at the top button of her jeans, pulling them down. She licked at Jesse’s clit, trying to spread her legs further apart, sliding a finger and then two into her. She could feel it when she sighed contentedly somewhere above her. She looked up and saw the smile on her face and the way her head was thrown back. Jesse was beautiful and she was here with her in this world that shouldn’t exist. She thrust her hips forward to meet Riley’s tongue and came, hissing.
Riley scraped her knee against the pavement. She gave a small cry. Jesse looked down at her and pushed her away, onto her back. For a moment, Riley imagined Jesse pining her down, biting at her neck and nipples, pressing her fingers into her. Her breath caught in her throat. But Jesse only sneered.
“Get back to work.” She whirled around and walked away, not looking back.
***
John didn’t understand why she had done what she’d done. He blamed the machine, which was just what Riley wanted.
She imagined the pride Jesse would lavish on her, the love and affection. She watched through a crack in the curtain surrounding her hospital bed as John screamed at the machine. It stared back at him blankly, not speaking. Riley knew she would be able to go home soon, the only home she had.
***
“Good job, Riley.”
The voice drifted to her out of the darkness. Riley opened her eyes. It was late at night. She opened her eyes, expecting to see Jesse standing over her, a smile on her face.
But it was the machine.
“You successfully infiltrated the Connor’s home and John’s metaphorical heart.” It raised a gun with a silencer and pointed it to her head. With no hesitation it pulled the trigger.
The blood spread out around what remained of Riley’s head like a halo. Her mouth was half opened, half smiling. No stars were reflected in her eyes, just the greenish white glow of the fluorescent lights, and the gleam of red as Cameron turned and walked away, not looking back.
Fandom: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Rating: R
P/C: Jesse/Riley, Cameron
WC: 777
Summary: Riley's mission.
A/N: For smercy
Loneliness
Is
An island
In
The middle
Of
A sea of people
The sky is so blue now. Everyone she knows complains that it’s stained, like film shot in the 80s, but Riley loves its color. During the day where she was from, the sky was always either inky black or a pale white, tinged with yellow. She gawks at it sometimes, something John teases her for. She is afraid of him. She almost wishes he would knock her back, so that she could forget this mission, this constant barrage of new, unpredictable things. She wants to go to Jesse and beg her to let her stop. But every time they speak, Jesse’s razor like smile and cold eyes make her voice die in her throat.
Another day then she will think, a fake smile plastered on her face.
*
She can remember the first time Jesse ever kissed her. She had told Riley how pretty she was, how any one would be lucky to have her. From time to time Riley looks back on this with contempt. Yes, lucky to have a girl with matted, blonde hair whose breath smelled like rats and garbage. But Jesse had touched her face with tenderness that Riley had never felt before, or, if she had, it had been so long she couldn’t remember it anymore.
Riley thinks that maybe that’s why she had let herself get carried away by all of this. The kiss had spoken of so much else that she couldn’t even imagine, a whole world before this one. A whole world where death was the only foreseeable future, a world seemingly islanded in a stream of stars.
*
The world was not as beautiful as she’d imagined. She felt cheated. But not by Jesse, no, never by Jesse. All Jesse wanted was for her to be happy. And to be happy she had to complete the mission. To seduce John Connor, to overcome the metal bitch who everyone thought held his heart. That Jesse thought held it anyway.
*
Derek Reese frightened her. She had only seen him once in person, but she had seen the photographs Jesse had of him. She couldn’t stand the sight of him. She knew that he and Jesse had been “together” (this was a school term she had picked up) and it made her jealous. She was sure never to show it, but sometimes she was convinced that Jesse knew anyway. One day, they had met behind a Ralph’s in the Valley and Jesse had scoffed at Derek, mockingly imitating him. “I love you!” and she laughed gleefully, knowing she had gotten away with what would amount to him as murder.
Riley had begged her then, fumbling at the top button of her jeans, pulling them down. She licked at Jesse’s clit, trying to spread her legs further apart, sliding a finger and then two into her. She could feel it when she sighed contentedly somewhere above her. She looked up and saw the smile on her face and the way her head was thrown back. Jesse was beautiful and she was here with her in this world that shouldn’t exist. She thrust her hips forward to meet Riley’s tongue and came, hissing.
Riley scraped her knee against the pavement. She gave a small cry. Jesse looked down at her and pushed her away, onto her back. For a moment, Riley imagined Jesse pining her down, biting at her neck and nipples, pressing her fingers into her. Her breath caught in her throat. But Jesse only sneered.
“Get back to work.” She whirled around and walked away, not looking back.
***
John didn’t understand why she had done what she’d done. He blamed the machine, which was just what Riley wanted.
She imagined the pride Jesse would lavish on her, the love and affection. She watched through a crack in the curtain surrounding her hospital bed as John screamed at the machine. It stared back at him blankly, not speaking. Riley knew she would be able to go home soon, the only home she had.
***
“Good job, Riley.”
The voice drifted to her out of the darkness. Riley opened her eyes. It was late at night. She opened her eyes, expecting to see Jesse standing over her, a smile on her face.
But it was the machine.
“You successfully infiltrated the Connor’s home and John’s metaphorical heart.” It raised a gun with a silencer and pointed it to her head. With no hesitation it pulled the trigger.
The blood spread out around what remained of Riley’s head like a halo. Her mouth was half opened, half smiling. No stars were reflected in her eyes, just the greenish white glow of the fluorescent lights, and the gleam of red as Cameron turned and walked away, not looking back.