Hi guys and girls,

Well, this is the (hopefully) much anticipated sequel to 'I Wouldn't Be Worth Much if I Couldn't Feel'. It picks up right where 'Worth' left off and continues the same story.

I'm not done with 'A Mother's Love' yet. I will finish that first before I continue this story, I just had some ideas I had to get down and out before I lost them, so here it is.

Also for any newcomers, this story is a direct continuation of my other two stories, 'Something' and 'Worth'. If you haven't read them then this probably won't make much sense.

"Good morning John"

The first thing John Connor saw when he opened his eyes was the face of his beautiful girlfriend hovering three inches above his. The sunlight streaming in through the thin curtains of the room silhouetted her features perfectly.

Wait, why is she hovering three inches above my face first thing in the morning?

He reached a hand up to try and rub the sleep from his eyes when he discovered the reason for her presence…she was butt naked.

Oh yeah, right!

Last night she'd made him a man, and it was damn good. He was pretty sure he wouldn't exactly be classed as a stallion, but he was fairly sure he'd rocked her world judging from the beaming smile on her face as she loomed over him.

Wait, does ten minutes and then falling asleep count as rocking her world?

It must have done, because the way she was looking at him now certainly seemed to suggest she enjoyed it. He craned his stiff neck upwards and planted a soft good morning kiss on her lips before settling back down and plastering a goofy grin on his face.

"Good morning Cameron"

The corners of Cameron's lips quirked upwards in to her usual small smile and she settled her head on John's chest. Planting a feather light kiss, she brought her left hand up and rested it on his chest.

"Did you enjoy yourself last night John?"

John's grin grew even wider as he recalled the events of last night. Things started off slowly and awkwardly until they managed to find a rhythm, and John vaguely remembered not lasting much longer after that. The overriding thing he did know about last night was the overwhelming sense of happiness he felt at knowing that his first time was with Cameron.

"Cameron, it was amazing. You were amazing"

She smiled shyly and snuggled further in to his chest.

"Thank you"

As John trailed his slightly numb hand higher up her body and tangled it in her hair, a thought suddenly crossed his mind.

Did she enjoy it?

He wasn't ashamed to admit that at the time he was far too busy enjoying himself to take note of every single reaction she had. But now that he had time to really think about it, he was rather concerned that he hadn't exactly been the legend in the sack he imagined he would be.

"John, what's wrong?"

She noticed he'd stopped his idle playing with her hair, which she had to admit, she found oddly comforting. Also his heart rate had quickened and the moisture levels increased under her fingertips, he was nervous about something. She placed her palm flat on his chest and sat up to look at him with a worried expression while she waited patiently for an answer.

"I just uh…"

"What is it?"

Evidently she wasn't as patient as she appeared on the outside, especially when it pertained to her first time having sex with her boyfriend.

"I…"

"Is it me? Did I do something wrong" she cut him off again, this time with a genuine edge to her voice.

"No, I told you, you were amazing" he did his best to pull her back down to lay on his chest. She finally relented and allowed him to guide her back down where he resumed his soothing tangling of his fingers in her hair.

"It's just that…well…" John struggled to come up with the correct words for what he needed to say without either upsetting her or sounding like a complete tool "…Cameron…did you enjoy it?"

When Cameron tilted her head up to look at his face, she found nothing but sincere concern and apprehension. He truly was worried about what she took from the experience, and knew she had to tread very carefully to avoid upsetting him. Evidently her short delay was more than enough for John to have reached a less than satisfactory conclusion.

"You didn't did you?"

He once again stopped the movement of his fingers in her hair and grew tense.

"John, I…"

This time he cut her off however when he tried to sit up in the bed and disentangle himself from her.

"I did something wrong, I know I did, you know it was my first time right, of course you do, look, I know I didn't last too long, I'll…"

Cameron effectively silenced him by pressing her lips to the back of his neck directly between his shoulder blades. She felt she had to do something to shut him up, he was on the verge of hyperventilating unless he calmed down. He felt her warm, soft lips and stopped his verbal diarrhoea almost immediately and sat there to enjoy it for a moment.

"John, calm down" she murmured against his back.

Effortlessly and gracefully, she sat up and straddled his lap, the thin sheets slipping from her nude body. She took very careful notice of how his eyes immediately focused on her breasts rather than her eyes. Not that she could blame him for that, after all, she also found herself drawn to particular parts of the male body. Cupping his face in her hands, she placed a tender kiss on his lips which he returned with equal softness and care. She pulled back and gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

"John, I know last night was your first time, it was mine too…" she paused for a moment to let that information sink in "…I did enjoy the experience, but…I found the sensations to be…"

She looked at his crestfallen expression and seriously considered if she should tell him what she was planning on telling him. It had to be done, he'd asked, and there was no point in turning back now.

"John, I found the sensations to be interesting, perhaps even pleasing with certain actions.

She left it at that and allowed him to come to his own conclusion as she sat back and watched so many expressions cross his face. She feared the worst when his handsome face settled in to a frown. She was pleasantly surprised however when rather than focusing on the negative aspects of what she'd just told him, he picked out something entirely different.

"So, you did find certain things…pleasurable?"

She enthusiastically nodded, she had found certain movements and stimulations to be fascinating and worthy of repeating and further exploration.

"The experience wasn't unpleasant, and…I'd like to do that again"

"Me too. But I want you to enjoy it as much as I do. Could you tell me what you did like?" he asked with a sense of real interest and desire.

"I'm not really sure"

His face twisted in to a confused frown once again.

Is this much brainpower usually required the morning after sex?

"What do you mean, 'not really sure'?"

"I know what my body is capable of in general movements and in combat. But I've never experienced some of the feelings I did last night. I don't know what I like"

John took a moment to consider her words. So what if she didn't exactly have a screaming orgasm? At least she found certain things to be enjoyable. The only things she usually found enjoyable involved either chocolate or guns, neither of which have any place in the bedroom…although.

John forcefully pushed down any thoughts of naked Cameron and chocolate and focused on what was going on in the here and now, plenty of time for that when you learn to get her off properly. Now he was determined.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to work on finding out what you like…" he leaned forward and planted a kiss in between her breasts "…and then do lots and lots of it"

He grinned and once again leaned in, this time allowing his lips to roam a little to the left and he flicked out a teasing tongue here and there. He felt her shiver and took that as a good sign.

She meanwhile had been replaying and considering their entire exchange. Not only had John taken the news better than she'd thought an adolescent male would, but he'd said he'd take the time out to find out what she enjoyed and to help her enjoy sex as much as he did. Based on what he was doing with his tongue at the minute that didn't seem like a bad idea, and she felt it was about time she reciprocated. Wiggling her hips, she gave his hair a gentle but insistent tug and pulled his head back to look at her.

"Thank you John…" she leaned down and passionately kissed him, sliding her tongue between his lips and caressing his own eager muscle.

She felt him bump in to her beneath the sheets as he quickly responded to her touch.

"…Would you like to get started exploring before breakfast?" she asked sweetly.

John merely shook his head and forcefully pushed her back on to the bed and crawled on top of her.

"Shut up Cameron"

"Are we there yet?"

Derek wasn't sure what annoyed him more, that the question had been asked about twenty times already, or the fact that the person asking it had paid no attention to the last nineteen responses. He looked in the rearview mirror at the increasingly annoying and very creepy thing that called itself Amy, safely strapped in to her 'booster seat' on the back seat of his truck. The fact that she was ignoring him wasn't really his complaint, it was that for the last three hours, the duration she'd been asking the question, that she hadn't even looked out of the window once. No, instead she'd been idly shifting her liquid metal hands in to various shapes, moving them around and staring at them like they were the most fascinating thing ever to exist.

To top it all off, as if the incessant questioning wasn't enough, she'd been humming the same cheerful tune non stop. Even Sarah Connor who'd been sitting in the passenger seat looked like she was about to crack, or join in, one of the two. It wasn't so much the tune that annoyed him, but the fact that he couldn't quite place it. It was close enough to an existing tune to be classed as similar, but just that little bit different to be unrecognisable…and it was driving him insane.

"No, we're not there yet" Derek practically growled.

Amy looked up and locked eyes with him in the mirror. Derek didn't trust any metal, let alone one as seemingly crazy as this one, and always liked to keep at least one eye on them at all times, especially in his truck. She held his gaze with a blank robotic face for several long seconds until Derek was forced to look back at the road for fear of crashing. The instant his eyes left hers, she spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"Thank you Derek"

Derek looked back in the mirror to find her with a broad smile on her face, almost as if she was purposefully trying to provoke a response from him.

Nah, machines aren't that childish.

He shook his head and looked back at the road ahead.

"So remind me again, why are we heading to the ass end of nowhere to meet some less than reputable characters?"

Sarah sighed and grudgingly opened her eyes to regard him with an impatient stare. She lifted her head off her hand which was propped up on the door frame and settled her hands in her lap. Since she'd found out about John and Cameron's relationship, she had surprisingly been able to sleep quite well. Well, she wasn't sure if it was hearing the news that had sent her in to a deep sleep or if it was her small wrestling match with Amy that had done it. She refused however to believe that it was because she had spent the night in someone's arms for the first time in a long time, albeit in Amy's rather small and oddly comforting arms. No, she wouldn't allow herself to become too comfortable around her. Yes, she had won her trust and friendship, but she wouldn't allow herself to think of her as some sort of daughter. No matter how cute, cuddly and human Amy appeared on the outside, she would always be a machine, metal, and Sarah would never love one like her son was apparently capable of.

Speaking of her son, Sarah was quietly proud and impressed at the manner in which John had stepped up to the leadership plate recently. While she didn't agree with some of his decisions, she would always support him. His alliance with this Catherine Weaver being a prime example of this. Sarah considered it to be too dangerous for John to even be in the same room with her, let alone now forming some sort of partnership with her. Now to compound matters, he'd eloped with his little girlfriend and future wife to Catherine Weaver's place of business to thrash out their plans for the future with another machine who looked like Cromartie, but wasn't Cromartie, but was apparently the anti-Skynet. All of it had fried her brain, it had only managed to reboot itself after her tussle and breakdown with Amy, and now she actually felt pretty damn good to be herself for a change. Now she looked over at Derek who appeared to be growing more and more irritated with Amy's constant tormenting, while she found herself oddly able to tune it out as background noise.

Huh, must be a parent thing.

"We're going to meet these disreputable men because John wants us to start stockpiling weapons for after Judgement day, and we're meeting them in the middle of nowhere because disreputable men have a habit of disliking busy metropolitan areas to conduct their business"

Quite succinct and detailed, or so she thought.

"What the hell do we need guns for? We have enough to supply a small army back at the house and in the supply drop" he pointed out while taking another glance in the mirror. Now it appeared that Amy had formed her hands in to the shape of a dog and was quietly chuckling to herself. He looked back at the road and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

Sarah rolled her eyes and gave him a condescending smile which she was sure infuriated him even more.

"Yeah, but remember, we're going to be having a rather large army hanging around us pretty soon. John wants to get as much prepared early as he can and it just so happens I'm still in touch with some disreputable characters who put me in touch with yet more disreputable men who do this kind of thing all the time"

Even Derek had to admit, the plan made sense, but there were two things bugging him. One, since when did Sarah follow anybody's orders, and two, why the hell did they have to bring the squirt along?

"Alright, but if anything goes wrong then we're getting the hell out of there" it wasn't a question, but Sarah nodded anyway.

Derek also nodded and chanced a glance in the rear view mirror, only to find Amy nodding enthusiastically with her eyes wide and a beaming smile on her lips. Forcing himself to ignore her, he refocused on the road, also letting out an actual growl deep in his throat this time.

"Are we there yet?"

The sweet voice from behind him pushed him over the edge, he couldn't handle it anymore and snapped.

"NO WE'RE NOT FUCKING THERE YET SO STOP FUCKING ASKING"

Sarah's eyes snapped open in shock to stare at Derek as he fumed behind the wheel. For a moment she worried that he might actually pop a vein on his forehead. Amy however didn't waste a moment before reforming her hands and making a celebratory fist with one of them.

"Yesssssss"

Sarah looked back at her and found her doing a little dance in her seat. She couldn't help herself but smile at her antics and chuckled, earning herself a dangerous looking glare from Derek which she easily ignored.

"What's up with you?" she asked a still dancing and smiling Amy.

"I bet John twenty bucks that Derek would snap first. I win!" she seemed inordinately happy at the small victory and simply sat there smiling to herself while waiting for derek's reaction.

She was rewarded for her patience by another growl, although she was disappointed by the lack of a glare in the mirror.

"What do you want with money anyway?" evidently choosing to try and deflect the attention away from himself, Derek chose to try and push it on to her.

"Well I haven't had any since the last time I looked in your wallet, I'm a little broke at the minute"

You're telling me you're broke…wait, what?

"You went through my wallet?"

Derek did actually glare at her in the mirror this time and Amy merely shrugged not quite apologetically.

"Yeah, I needed money and you left it lying on the counter. Who's Jessica by the way?"

Derek's head whirled around so fast he actually jerked the steering wheel down a little, knocking Sarah around in her seat which she didn't appear to be too happy with. Rather than being angry as Sarah was expecting, Derek actually started to blush as he moved his mouth wordlessly. Eventually he returned his attention to the road with his cheeks still beet red. He propped his elbow up on the door and rested his chin on it. Evidently the conversation was over…that was until Sarah chimed in out of the blue.

"Wait, John bet against me?"

Instead of replying, Amy sat up in her seat and looked out of the window. The next thing Derek knew he felt a sharp pain on his upper arm and that sickeningly sweet voice in his ear again.

"Bug Slug!"

Derek merely groaned and buried his face in his hand while Sarah grinned like an idiot.

"Are we there yet?" he mumbled in to his upturned palm.

"My, my, don't you two look…well rested"

Catherine Weaver looked up from her desk and took in the sight of a slightly dishevelled looking John and an oddly content looking Cameron, obviously with her usual no hair out of place appearance.

"Cameron! John!"

Savannah had looked up when she heard her mother speak and also saw her new friends coming in the office where she was playing. She of course failed to notice their post morning quickie look and bounded over to them happily, hugging each of them in turn, something both of them seemed decidedly uncomfortable with.

"Savannah dear, could you take your colouring books outside and see if Victoria will help you?"

Weaver's voice held a certain warmth when she spoke to her daughter. She really had developed a fondness for the little girl who regarded her as her mother. Initially she found the child to be little more than a distraction, that was until her sessions with Dr. Sherman had somehow encouraged her to pay more attention to Savannah. Since then, she'd found herself actually devoting time to looking after her. For a Terminator on a mission, this behaviour was practically unheard of. She knew she should have been focusing on nothing but developing John Henry and maintaining her cover as CEO of a major technology firm, being a parent to Savannah included in that. However she had now realised that being a parent to her actually involved more than just feeding and clothing her. She realised that she needed to care for her in order to actually be like her real mother. Whether it was a byproduct of her mimicking what she took as caring, or if it simply happened by accident, Savannah had found a spot in Catherine Weaver's metal heart and was there to stay.

The object of Catherine's musings pouted a little at being removed from the room again, but still did as she was asked and picked up her colouring book and pencil case and shuffled out o the room in search of her mother's nice assistant. When she'd left the office and was out of earshot, Catherine held out a hand and offered the couch to her guests and stood from behind her desk and took a seat on the couch opposite. She watched as John Connor, the saviour of humanity, and the cyborg known as Cameron, apparently his girlfriend and now lover, sat down across from her like nothing was out of the ordinary. She noted they sat a decent distance apart, for some reason they were trying to hide their relationship from the all knowing Catherine Weaver. She actually found it slightly comical the way they purposefully avoided looking at each other since they'd walked through the door, despite her ocular sensors detecting raised temperatures in John's left and Cameron's right hands. Evidently they were an item, this only confirmed what John Henry had already informed her of this morning, that they had shared a room for the night.

Interesting…

"Well, good morning to both of you…" never one to beat around the bush, she broached the subject of her suspicions right away "…I take it last night was…enjoyable, for both of you"

While she wasn't sure what sort of reaction to expect, she certainly wasn't prepared for what she saw. Both their heads dropped at the same time, but only after John had initially smirked. Now this was odd, as far as she knew, a young couple are usually overjoyed to be engaging in this type of relationship, and yet the couple before her seemed to be the exact opposite. But John's initial reaction, and Cameron's response albeit small had spoke volumes to the observant T-1001.

"Oh…I see. Well, at least one of you enjoyed it"

Both John and Cameron looked up at Weaver's frank assessment of their encounter last night, which was quite frankly a topic they had wanted to keep between themselves. Before Cameron could formulate and before John could stumble out a reply, Weaver carried on, focusing her attention to Cameron this time.

"I take it that your buttons are extremely well hidden my dear. Here I thought that John Connor had a legendary ability to manipulate mechanical devices. I would've thought that if anyone could, that he would be the one to…connect the right wires"

Shocked by her tirade against his girlfriend, John was about to stand up and say something along the lines of 'stay the fuck out of our business' when he felt a firm hand across his chest holding him in place. He looked over at Cameron in confusion and she gave her head a tiny shake. She lowered her hand from his chest and entwined her fingers in his. She felt a distinct sense of contentment when he chose to squeeze her hand and give her a warm smile. The corner of her lips quirked up in to a tiny smile and she turned back to face Weaver who had watched the entire exchange with an odd look of disgust and a small hint of fascination.

"Ms. Weaver, the details of our private lives are just that, private, and I would ask you to keep out of it"

Just to highlight her point, unbeknownst to John, her eyes flashed a dangerous shade of blue before settling back to her usual deep brown. Weaver meanwhile remained nonplussed and replied with a smile and a curt nod.

"Very well, I apologise for any embarrassment I may have caused you…" not giving up that easily, she turned her head to face John "…I'm sure you'll get it right eventually"

Cameron felt John's pulse instantly rise through their connected hands and felt something bad was about to happen. Knowing it would placate him, she gave his hand a squeeze and started to gently caress his knuckles with her thumb. After several moments in which she wasn't sure if her ministrations had the desired effect, she heard his breathing start to even out and his hand relaxed in hers. To her surprise, he spoke in a calm, even and polite voice.

"Thank you for your hospitality last night Ms. Weaver…" he stood up from the couch, Cameron quickly following suit "…I trust you will put in to action what we discussed with John Henry last night"

Evidently leaving no room for argument, Weaver actually felt rather impressed by the authority this young boy exuded. Apparently so was Cameron, as her sidelong soft eyed stare revealed. Catherine looked down at their still joined hands and the looks on both their faces and decided that she'd gotten enough digs in at Cameron for the day and slowly nodded her agreement. John's faced remained like stone as he nodded politely and gave Cameron's hand a gentle tug as he walked towards the door. Briefly stopping before stepping through, he looked back over his shoulder and glared at Weaver, not intimidated in the slightest that the woman on the couch could slice his head off without a moment's hesitation.

"We'll be in touch"

With that, the pair left the office and closed the door behind them, leaving a highly impressed Catherine Weaver in their wake.

"I like him" she said to no-one in particular.

If anyone had set foot in Derek's truck they would have heard a small, feminine voice grumbling to itself. But no matter how hard they tried they would never be able to locate the source of said voice. That was because Amy had reshaped herself to blend in with the back seat, but had been complaining to whoever would listen about having to do it in the first place.

"Yeah great, just blend in with the seat Amy, real good idea. 'We can't be seen to be bringing a little girl along with us for this type of thing'. Well, I could have taken a different shape, I may be small but I can be menacing, I've seen Austin Powers, Mini-Me is one badass dude. But ohhhh noooo, 'why don't you just blend in with the fabric Amy, it'll only be for a little while'. Jeez, dunno why I bother coming along anyway. I mean, look at these guys, one of 'em's so fat I can feel the truck shake when he walks. Surely Sarah and Derek could handle this one…"

Amy continued to grumble to herself while Sarah met with the arms dealers and Derek leaned against the hood of the truck and tried to look imposing, as imposing as one can look when constantly hissing at the truck itself to 'shut the hell up'.

The Connor clan had arrived about twenty minutes before their contacts had showed up. Derek didn't like the situation one little bit, they were too exposed. He had suggested he take up a position out in the sand with a sniper rifle a la Mel Gibson from Lethal Weapon style, but that had quickly been shot down by Sarah, stating that she needed his presence there with her. She was right of course, these type of bad men would obviously seek to take advantage of a lone woman attempting to buy weapons from them. At least with Derek there they would be less likely to try something, the same principle as a mechanic, Sarah thought.

She looked around her and saw four armed men, slowly moving in to position around them. Obviously this guy's muscle, they seemed to be clutching at their weapons much too firmly for Sarah's liking. Then there was the man who appeared to be the boss. A short, pudgy man with a thinning hairline dressed in an expensive looking but probably wasn't suit. Then there was a man sitting in the front of the truck who kept his eyes locked on Sarah from the moment the truck first appeared over the ridge. He sat in the shadows of the truck cab and eerily eyed the Baum's from that position. Sarah would have simply dismissed it as something perverse, if it weren't for the fact that his eyes never left hers to look at her body. There was definitely something about this guy she didn't like.

So here they were, out in the middle of the desert, totally exposed, meeting with some arms dealers with less than stellar character references. Somehow, Sarah actually felt at home in this situation. She'd exchanged pointless pleasantries with the guy who appeared to be in charge, him being seemingly impressed with Sarah's Spanish accent. Then she'd got down to business and handed over a list of what John had asked for and Derek had supplemented for these dealers to supply. Currently the boss was perusing the rather long list with bulging eyes and sweaty palms. He peered up at this seemingly fragile looking woman known as Sarah Baum and scoffed at the absurdity of what she was asking for.

"Let me get this straight Senora, you want M4 assault rifles with under-barrel grenade launchers, HK-69 40mm hand-launchers, SPAS-12 shotguns with API slugs and detonators for plastique?" the man chuckled until he caught sight of Sarah's deadly serious face "…Senora, which country are you going to war with?"

"We'll need this kind of thing soon, and we'll need it regularly, at least a delivery once a month"

"Senora, I cannot do this. You know how hard it is to come by this kind of merchandise?"

The man seemed exasperated with her demands. Sarah cut him some slack and stepped forward.

"What can you offer me?"

"Ah, si Senora, here is what I can do for you"

The man seemed proud as he led Sarah towards his flatbed truck to look at the contents. Derek made the other four guys twitch slightly when he stood to follow Sarah and inspect what was on offer. When he arrived, he was sorely disappointed.

"Yes my friends, I offer you only the finest in weaponry, all guaranteed to meet any needs you may have"

Derek peered in to a few of the opened crates and sneered.

"With all this crap? You're kidding me right? Let's see, we have some AK-47's that looked like they've been dragged through more mud than fucking Schwarzenegger, a couple boxes of 7.62 rounds, probably only half of which will actually fire, and a couple of RPG launchers. Wow, I tell you Sarah, we're probably better off looking for weaponry in the sporting goods section of Walmart"

Derek had failed to notice Sarah's glare and the increasingly red and angry looking boss during his tirade. Apparently this small time arms dealer didn't like it when someone insulted his business and the four guys with guns started closing in around them. Sarah stepped right in to Derek's face.

"You done?"

"Oh come on Sarah, we could get better weapons in a fucking toy store"

Sarah turned to face the boss, only to find him stepping in to his truck. She looked around to find the other four men cocking their guns in anticipation. The boss looked over at his companion for a moment before driving off, the back wheels of the truck kicking up dust and sand in their wake. Still, sarah was unnerved by the way the guy in the truck had stared at her for the entire meeting.

"Great work Derek, well done" she coughed through the dust.

Despite the situation Sarah gave a wry smile in Derek's direction.

"Uh, Amy…we could use some help"

For the past twenty minutes, Cameron had been stealthily observing John out of the corner of her eye while maintaining her focus on the road ahead.

Since leaving Catherine Weaver's office, he hadn't said a word, and now he sat slumped in the passenger seat with his arm propped up on the door staring out of the window at nothing in particular. She initially grew concerned when he wordlessly handed her the keys to the truck and climbed in to the passenger seat. Judging by his breathing patterns and facial expressions, from what she could tell, he was angry about something. A particular human saying kept popping in to her mind to describe the situation, 'you could cut the tension with a knife'.

Is he angry with me?

No, he couldn't be…could he? Was it her inability to 'orgasm' last night that was making him angry? She wasn't quite sure how she would react if that was the case, it's not like she could make herself feel more and enjoy sex more than she did. She also didn't truly understand why it bothered John as much as it did. She had told him that she enjoyed having sex with him, that the encounter was pleasurable to her in a certain way. Of course the sensations he provided her did feel distinctly nicer than other things, pain for example, but what she truly took her enjoyment from was the sense of closeness she felt when joined with John. The way she held him when he was finished and breathing heavily brought a smile to her face. The way she tenderly ran her fingers through his hair when he'd fallen asleep made her feel like she was truly one with him, like they weren't just going through the motions of coupling.

Midway through her musings, and when her fears were starting to mount that John was upset with her, she heard a loud bang on the dashboard beside her. Before taking a moment to assess the situation, she was already reaching behind her back for the concealed Glock. Sparing a glance to see if John was okay, she heard the noise again, but this time she saw what was making it. John had slammed his fist in to the dashboard twice, hard. Now he was rapidly sucking in air and his cheeks had turned a distinct shade of red.

Cameron prepared herself for the worst and put her blank mask in place ready for the inevitable telling off she'd become so accustomed to after living with the Connors for over two years.

"CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT BITCH?"

Wait, what?

Chancing a glance to her right, she was overjoyed to find that his anger wasn't directed to her at all. He kept his focus on the dashboard while he fumed about something else, most likely their recent meeting with Catherine Weaver.

"John?" she chanced in a quiet voice.

"How dare she stick her nose in to our business? I mean, we're allies and everything, but that doesn't mean she can go about commenting on people's sex lives"

For some reason, Cameron felt a sense of joy flood through her systems.

We have a sex life now?

"John, I'm sure she…"

She didn't get a chance to continue her response as he cut her off abruptly.

"And why didn't you let me defend you huh? It is kind of my job to protect people…especially you"

There was the anger towards her she'd been expecting, but not quite the subject of his annoyance she'd been waiting for. She wasn't quite prepared for this one. He was angry with her because she stopped him from saying something stupid to try and protect her. It was typical of John to try to help and protect those around him and he'd always made it a point to lavish that treatment on Cameron. Today however, while she would have been delighted to receive that treatment, it certainly wasn't a good idea.

After sitting silently for a long few seconds, Cameron turned her head to face John who was patiently waiting for an answer. She turned her head back to face the road before answering.

"John…" why did she always sound condescending when she explained something "…Catherine Weaver is an important ally. Saying something confrontational or stupid to defend me wouldn't have helped our relationship with her. I do appreciate it, but defending me over something as small and insignificant as our problems in bed wasn't worth it"

She hoped she got her point across the way she wanted to. Stealing a glance over at him, she wasn't sure if his increasingly reddening cheeks were because of more anger or embarrassment at her frank statement.

"Don't you get it Cameron…" he spoke in a much quieter voice this time "…it's not something silly or small. We're in this relationship together, and…sex is a part of that relationship too" yeah, the red was definitely through blushing rather than anger.

"We've had sex, it is a part of our relationship" she stated, with sound reasoning on her part.

"Yeah, but sex isn't all that appealing to me if you're not enjoying it too. I, I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of you…of your body. I love you Cameron, and I want you to experience everything being together has to offer"

He sat back and waited for her response, quietly proud of himself for managing to stumble through that without dying of embarrassment.

"But John, I've told you that I found it to be pleasurable. What more could there be to experience about it?"

John took one look at her innocent and naïve face and suddenly felt the urge to hug her for some reason.

"Cameron, until you're screaming my name at the top of your lungs and ripping chunks out of the headboard then I won't consider my job done. You have no idea how much more you are capable of feeling, but I'm damn well gonna do my best to make sure you feel it"

Why would I scream his name unless he's in danger?

Slightly baffled as to his reasoning, but taking in to account how riled up he was a few minutes ago about it, Cameron decided she would go along with it for John's sake. She had no distinct desire to improve their sex life, but it was apparent he did, and for that reason alone she would make an effort, if only to humour him.

How much better can sex be?

Nodding slightly, she turned to John and gave him what she hoped was a grateful looking smile. Evidently it was, because as soon as she turned back to face the road, she felt a warm set of lips press against her cheek bringing a genuine smile to her face. Her smile grew when she heard the words 'I love you' whispered in to her ear. Oh how she regretted what was about to happen next. She turned the wheel one final time and brought the truck to a stop and switched off the engine. John looked around confused for a moment until it dawned on him where they were and he let out a loud groan of disapproval and allowed his head to loll back and hit the headrest.

"What are we doing here?"

He rolled his head to the left only to find she was already half way out of the truck. Sliding out of the truck himself, he shut the door behind him and looked at her over the hood.

"I have some things I need to take care of"

He rolled his eyes. Yeah right, I'll bet you do.

"What am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

Cameron slowly walked around the front of the truck and stood in front of him. She raised on to her tip toes and kissed his cheek.

"You're supposed to do what all boyfriends do"

Still smiling from her kiss, John looked at her slightly confused.

"Oh, and what's that Princess?"

She tilted her head and the corner of her lips quirked up by a tiny amount to let him know she was enjoying this far more than she should be.

"Hold my bags"

John watched as she walked off. He raised his eyes from her backside to the large sign above the entrance doors to 'The Glendale Galleria Mall'.

Where's a triple eight when you need one?

Also, huge, huge thanks to Dekardkain for beta reading this and for helping me with so many aspects of it!