Fandom: Sarah Connor Chronicles
Rating: PG, pre-slash
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Notes: Takes place during the bathtub scene in episode 1x03 – The Turk.
Sarah blinked, her head slowly turning to the side at the soft, curious utterance.
"I am," she confirmed a moment later, her eyes drifting from Cameron's impassive face down to her calf where raindrops of blood rhythmically dripped into the warm water below.
"Does it hurt?" Cameron asked curiously taking a step into the bathroom, her eyes focused on Sarah's leg as she steadily made her way towards the tub.
"I've had worse," Sarah responded smirking slightly at Cameron's furrowed brows, her seemingly genuine concern perplexing and amusing Sarah.
"So if you've suffered a serious injury in the past, minor wounds no longer cause pain?" Cameron asked settling down on the edge of the tub, her eyes drifting up from Sarah's leg to her face.
"Not exactly," Sarah responded shifting slightly, the movement catching Cameron's attention, her dark eyes watching as Sarah's body settled once more. "It's more like you know you'll survive the pain, that you can overcome it if you've already gone through something much more painful. It puts the pain in perspective," Sarah continued her voice drawing Cameron's eyes back up to her face.
Cameron blinked, her eyes losing focus for a moment before she nodded.
"How were you damaged?" she asked a second later, a long, tapered finger reaching out pressing against the flesh of Sarah's leg to capture one of the droplets of blood before it could fall.
"I was distracted," Sarah responded softly suddenly very aware of how naked she was as Cameron's eyes swept up her body once more. "I pressed down too hard with the razor," she continued, her eyes drifting to the side of the tub where her pink perpetrator sat, a dollop of white shaving cream speckled with her blood stuck to it.
"You were removing excess hair," Cameron said as if she had discovered the answer to some great mystery.
"Not excess ... unwanted," Sarah grumbled her lips pressing together as she shifted again intending to lower her leg back into the water. However, before she could submerge the appendage Cameron reached out and caught her ankle in her hand, returning Sarah's leg to the position it had been in before.
"What'd you think you're doing?" Sarah asked irritation clear in a tone as she glared at the girl.
"I won't get distracted," Cameron responded reaching out for the razor Sarah had abandoned.
"Don't you have something better to do?" Sarah asked as she realized that Cameron intended to finish shaving her legs for her, bewilderment, irritation and something else warring inside of her as Cameron lowered the razor to her leg and carefully drew it up.
"No," Cameron replied her hands continuing to move as she spoke, her eyes focused on Sarah's calf.
"Of course you don't," Sarah griped softly, tilting her head back so that it was resting against the tiled wall.
Sarah's eyes drifted closed as Cameron worked; her body relaxing even though she didn't particularly want it to. She wasn't at all at ease with how used to Cameron's presence she had gotten. The brunette hadn't even been around for a fortnight yet Sarah had gotten used to falling asleep to the sound of her foot falls as Cameron paced at night, and Cameron had taken to putting out a cup of coffee for her in the morning just the way she liked it. She'd been engaged to Charley and he'd never figured out just how she liked her coffee.
The truth was, they were becoming entirely too comfortable with each other … far too comfortable, and if Sarah had had any doubts about it their current situation was a deeply disturbing confirmation of a deeply disturbing development.
"Your body's bangin'."
Sarah blinked, Cameron's words jarring her out of the haze she had fallen into as the girl worked on her leg.
"What?" Sarah asked blinking.
"Your body … it's bangin'," Cameron repeated her hand stilling as she looked up and over at Sarah.
"Bangin'?" Sarah repeated her lips twitching a little despite her best intentions as she stared at Cameron.
"It's a compliment," Cameron replied seriously worried that she'd offended Sarah in some way. "It means that your form is aesthetically pleasing."
"Is it?" Sarah asked more surprised that Cameron had an opinion on her 'form' than anything else.
"Yes," Cameron answered without hesitation, no trace of doubt in her voice. "Many people would gladly engage in sexual intercourse with you. Other leg, please."
Momentarily shocked into silence Sarah lowered the leg Cameron had just finished with back into the water and lifted her other one, Cameron's surprisingly gentle fingers taking hold of her ankle a moment later.
"Do you … are you programmed to find people attractive?" Sarah asked a few seconds later.
Cameron's eyes lost focus in the way that they did when she was thinking, or processing or whatever it was that she did, and then "I must be," she decided going back to work on Sarah's other leg. "I find you attractive."
"Oh," Sarah said her eyes drifting away from Cameron.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Cameron diligently and gently working on finishing Sarah's leg as Sarah tried to figure out how she felt about the fact that a virtually indestructible killing machine from the future thought she had a bangin' body and that she was kind of flattered by it.
"Do you find me attractive?"
Sarah looked over at Cameron wearily, the thought running through her head that she really should have seen this coming.
"You're very pretty," Sarah responded in an accommodating tone of voice. The truth was that she found Cameron to be extremely attractive, disturbingly so, but there was no reason to share that with Cameron … or anyone else … ever.
Cameron stared at her thoughtfully for a long moment after she spoke.
"You're …playin' me," she said softly a few seconds later. "Your pitch and vocal inflections were indicative of sarcasm," Cameron continued, her eyes briefly lowering to Sarah's calf as she finished up with her leg before she returned her gaze to the older woman. "You do not find me attractive," she continued her voice falling.
"No, I do," Sarah began immediately the touch of sadness in Cameron's voice affecting her and bringing an explanation to her lips before she could think better of it. "I mean, you are. Sarcastic is just my default tone. Honestly you're a very pretty … you're very pretty," Sarah finished averting her gaze.
"Why can't I kiss you?" Cameron asked curiously, accepting Sarah's response and moving on.
"I don't … what?" Sarah asked shaking her head before looking at Cameron in confusion.
"This morning you said I couldn't kiss you … why?"
Sarah blinked. It was a good question. A good question she didn't want to think about.
"Oh my goodness, look at the time," Sarah declared straightening up and bracing her hands on the edge of the tub.
"Where?" Cameron asked looking around the bathroom for a clock. "I don't see it."
"Don't you have an internal clock or something?" Sarah asked quickly reaching for her robe once she was upright, draping it around her body before she even stepped out of the tub.
"Yes," Cameron said standing and taking a step back and extending her hand to the older woman chivalrously as Sarah moved to step out of the tub. "But you don't."
"I do," Sarah said staring at Cameron's hand for a moment before accepting it. "It's just a little different," she continued, removing her hand from Cameron's once both of her feet were firmly on the bathroom floor. She then held up a few pruned fingers so that the younger brunette could see.
"Why can't I kiss you?" Cameron asked again her head tilting ever so slightly to the side as she spoke.
Sarah sighed. The girl had a real one track mind.
"Because …" I suspect I'd enjoy it, Sarah thought to herself, "I said so," she continued out loud.
"I don't follow your orders," Cameron responded challengingly, a look that could only be characterized as defiance registering in her eyes.
The fierceness of the response almost made Sarah smile.
"You better follow this one," the older woman responded, her eyes narrowing meeting Cameron's challenge, Sarah's heart thundering in her chest as they stood staring at each other mere centimeters apart.
Cameron smiled a small, surprisingly knowing smile, and stepped back from Sarah.
"We'll see," she breathed out softly.
And with that she gracefully stepped around the older woman and calmly moved towards the door.
Sarah watched as the young brunette exited the bathroom, her eyes continuing to trail her form until Cameron disappeared from sight.
Sarah sighed and ran her hand through her hair before heading through the door herself. As she passed the hallway Cameron had disappeared down she found her eyes drifting to the side, searching for the girl's form but there was no sign of her as she passed.
Well, Sarah thought as she made it to her room, her body collapsing against the door the moment it was closed, at least I'm not comfortable anymore.