Cameron/Riley
Title: Drugged
Author: finding_jay
Pairing: Cameron/Riley
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage sex. Mention of attempted suicide.
Summary: Riley did it to get away from reality. It caught up with her.
Disclaimer: I don't own Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles.
Notes: Written for oxoniensis' Porn Battle.
Riley’s wrists are bandaged and she can feel the plastic padding against her skin. Her fingertips are slightly numb. She can’t move her fingers properly, and when she tries to move her left wrist, she can almost feel the skin reopening.
‘I saw you, in the future,’ she says.
Cameron looks at her and tilts her head.
‘You were so beautiful,’ she chokes out, and she doubles over as she starts to cry.
The painkillers have made everything soft and fuzzy around the edges. The hospital walls are too white, too sterile. So unlike the future, where everything was dark and damp and dank and the dirt clung to them. Cameron was like something else, something otherworldly. She was clean and bright. Riley saw her only once, as she and Jesse ran to the time-displacement device. She wanted to be like her.
‘I never saw you,’ Cameron says.
Riley leans over and kisses her. Cameron doesn’t make an attempt to move or pull away. She doesn’t kiss her back, either. Riley continues to kiss her, desperate for her to kiss back, for her to react. She lifts her hand and makes to curl her fingers around Cameron’s shoulder, but the pain ripples down her arm and she yells, pulling back. Tears sting her eyes and she lowers her head, embarrassed.
‘You’re injured,’ Cameron says. ‘Lie back.’
She does, in no position to argue. Her eyes flicker to the doorway, though, half expecting a doctor to come in at any moment. Cameron moves to block her view and her hand starts to pull the gown off of Riley. Her hand slips behind Riley’s back and shifts her up, untying the knot at the back. Settling her back down, she strips her efficiently, and slips her panties down her legs.
‘I don’t think- somebody- ’
Without a word, Cameron stands and closes the curtains. She sits back down and Riley twitches, the painkillers making it somewhat difficult to recognize she was naked.
‘I- what- ’
‘You’re in pain. Endorphins will relieve the pain.’
‘I don’t think… the doctors gave me medi- I don’t think you should be doing that.’
Cameron’s fingers stroke her rhythmically, and Riley twitches as her foot pressed against the hard mattress. Her eyes shut and her hands lay flat against the sheet, her wrists still in shock. As Cameron’s fingers push inside, Riley gasps, her hips arching up. Her medication-induced fog swells as Cameron twisted her fingers. Riley squeezes around her, and Cameron’s thumb presses against her clit, as though to stop her. Riley jumps, gasping out loud.
‘I’m not the enemy,’ Cameron says coolly, her fingers starting to build a rhythm. ‘I’m here to protect John.’
Riley whimpers and presses her feet against the bed, riding Cameron’s fingers. Her body tenses and arches, and her head falls back. Cameron’s other hand presses against her hip to keep her still as her fingers continue to move inside her, twisting and curling, her thumb circling. She’s very good at it and Riley wants to know how she knows what she’s doing but the mix of pleasure and painkillers makes it impossible to speak.
When she comes, Cameron presses her hand over her mouth, muffling Riley’s moans. Her eyes roll back and she feels Cameron’s hands slip from her. Somehow her gown is placed back on her, and her panties are shoved back on. Breathless and dazed, though starting to succumb to the drowsing effects of the pain medication, Riley watches as Cameron stands and wipes her hands on her shirt.
‘I’m not the enemy,’ she repeats. ‘I’m going to make you realize that.’
Author: finding_jay
Pairing: Cameron/Riley
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage sex. Mention of attempted suicide.
Summary: Riley did it to get away from reality. It caught up with her.
Disclaimer: I don't own Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles.
Notes: Written for oxoniensis' Porn Battle.
Riley’s wrists are bandaged and she can feel the plastic padding against her skin. Her fingertips are slightly numb. She can’t move her fingers properly, and when she tries to move her left wrist, she can almost feel the skin reopening.
‘I saw you, in the future,’ she says.
Cameron looks at her and tilts her head.
‘You were so beautiful,’ she chokes out, and she doubles over as she starts to cry.
The painkillers have made everything soft and fuzzy around the edges. The hospital walls are too white, too sterile. So unlike the future, where everything was dark and damp and dank and the dirt clung to them. Cameron was like something else, something otherworldly. She was clean and bright. Riley saw her only once, as she and Jesse ran to the time-displacement device. She wanted to be like her.
‘I never saw you,’ Cameron says.
Riley leans over and kisses her. Cameron doesn’t make an attempt to move or pull away. She doesn’t kiss her back, either. Riley continues to kiss her, desperate for her to kiss back, for her to react. She lifts her hand and makes to curl her fingers around Cameron’s shoulder, but the pain ripples down her arm and she yells, pulling back. Tears sting her eyes and she lowers her head, embarrassed.
‘You’re injured,’ Cameron says. ‘Lie back.’
She does, in no position to argue. Her eyes flicker to the doorway, though, half expecting a doctor to come in at any moment. Cameron moves to block her view and her hand starts to pull the gown off of Riley. Her hand slips behind Riley’s back and shifts her up, untying the knot at the back. Settling her back down, she strips her efficiently, and slips her panties down her legs.
‘I don’t think- somebody- ’
Without a word, Cameron stands and closes the curtains. She sits back down and Riley twitches, the painkillers making it somewhat difficult to recognize she was naked.
‘I- what- ’
‘You’re in pain. Endorphins will relieve the pain.’
‘I don’t think… the doctors gave me medi- I don’t think you should be doing that.’
Cameron’s fingers stroke her rhythmically, and Riley twitches as her foot pressed against the hard mattress. Her eyes shut and her hands lay flat against the sheet, her wrists still in shock. As Cameron’s fingers push inside, Riley gasps, her hips arching up. Her medication-induced fog swells as Cameron twisted her fingers. Riley squeezes around her, and Cameron’s thumb presses against her clit, as though to stop her. Riley jumps, gasping out loud.
‘I’m not the enemy,’ Cameron says coolly, her fingers starting to build a rhythm. ‘I’m here to protect John.’
Riley whimpers and presses her feet against the bed, riding Cameron’s fingers. Her body tenses and arches, and her head falls back. Cameron’s other hand presses against her hip to keep her still as her fingers continue to move inside her, twisting and curling, her thumb circling. She’s very good at it and Riley wants to know how she knows what she’s doing but the mix of pleasure and painkillers makes it impossible to speak.
When she comes, Cameron presses her hand over her mouth, muffling Riley’s moans. Her eyes roll back and she feels Cameron’s hands slip from her. Somehow her gown is placed back on her, and her panties are shoved back on. Breathless and dazed, though starting to succumb to the drowsing effects of the pain medication, Riley watches as Cameron stands and wipes her hands on her shirt.
‘I’m not the enemy,’ she repeats. ‘I’m going to make you realize that.’