She doesn't care.

John stood there frozen, his eyes locked onto his protector’s small but shapely breasts before his mind managed to catch up to the situation and he quickly turned away.

“Sor... sorry,” he said after a moment, trying to forget what he had just seen.

“Did you want something?” Cameron asked after a moment, seemingly unconcerned with preserving her modesty.

“Ah, it can wait. It can... definitely wait,” John replied.

“John, I’m a machine,” Cameron said going over to her bed. “I can’t be embarrassed,” She bent down to remove her boots.

“Yeah, well, I can be,” John said glancing back at her to check if she had covered herself. He saw her bent over pulling off one of her black leather biker boots, her still bare breasts hanging suspended from her chest. He quickly looked away again. “It’s just a, ah, human thing.”

Pulling of her other boot, followed by her socks, Cameron stood. “What did you want to talk to me about?” she asked.

“Yeah, you know at this point I don’t even remember what that was,” ‘Oh, fuck it,’ John thought before turning to face her, his eyes fixed determinedly on hers.

“Am I unattractive?” Cameron asked.

“What?!?”

“This body,” Cameron said as she unzipped her jeans, “is it, pleasing?”

“Ah,” John said closing his eyes. “You’re pretty. You're very pretty.”

Cameron pushed her jeans down from her hips, letting them pool at her feet before stepping out of them. Then she removed her panties, bending over to retrieve them and tossing both articles of clothing into her hamper. “Then why don’t you want to look at me?”

“It’s not that simple,” John said turning around again. “It just wouldn’t be, right.”

“John,” Cameron said moving to stand behind him. “I already told you, I don’t mind. And it isn’t that I don’t understand. I just don’t care.”

“Cameron...”

“Look at me.”

“Cam-”

“John, look at me.”

After a moment John complied, turning to face her. Cameron gave him a small nod of consent and he allowed his eyes to trail down her body, over her plump breasts, along the smooth, soft flesh of her belly, down to her womanhood, her sex slightly obscured by chestnut curls.

“Am I appealing?” Cameron asked.

After a moment John’s eyes moved back up to hers. “Yes,” he said. Cameron’s eyes moved down his t-shirt clad torso to his crotch, where there was a rather obvious bulge in the front of the pajama bottoms he was wearing. Then her eyes went back to his.

She reached out and took hold of his hands, placing them on her bare hips. “But you know what I am underneath this?” Cameron asked.

John swallowed. “I haven’t forgotten. Despite what my mom sometimes things, I don’t forget,” John shook his head, his hands sliding off her as he stepped back. “Speaking of my mom, if she gets up and sees us here like this, we’re both in very big trouble.”

“The chances of that are unlikely at this hour,” Cameron said.

“But not impossible.”

Instead of responding to this Cameron took hold of his hands again and placed them back on her hips. He didn’t try to remove them.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Cameron whispered. “We both know you… want me.”