Feelings (Terminator Genisys) Rated M
Sarah fells strange about Pops and runs to a cabin but Pops tracks her
''What the hell was that?'' Sarah cried, as Pops held her face after kissing her. The situation that they were in, the setting wasn't at all romantic or conducive to kissing but Sarah still couldn't fathom why he even tried. But she still demanded an answer from him. ''Pops?''
''A kiss, it was a kiss, Sarah,'' Pops seethed, shouting at her.
''But why?'' Sarah cried back. ''I don't even like you in that way, and that is not solid ground for a relationship.''
Pops exhaled, pulling away. ''Just thought I would try anyway.'' He said, ''In case you might have felt differently.''
Sarah shook her head, stepping away from him. ''I do not have feelings for you, Pops and for you to impulsively kiss me, thinking that I do, was a mistake.'' Sarah continued. ''How can I trust a man who almost put my life in danger.''
''I'm sorry about that, Sarah.'' Pops sighed in frustration. ''You know I am.''
Sarah doesn't take her eyes off him. ''I know you are but I cant forget what you are.'' Sarah said finally, walking away from him.
One week Later......
Sarah needs to forget, forgetting is easy but no matter what she does she cant get that kiss out of her mind. She contemplated going to a Doctor's office a few times, so she could at least talk to someone unbiased about her feelings. But each time she gets close, Sarah would change her mind.
It wasn't until late Sunday afternoon when she accidently bumps into Pops at the house. That she decides that she needs to get away.
The moment he spots her, trying to duck out of the house without being seen, he calls out to her and Sarah reluctantly turns around. O'Brien the cop who had helped them over three weeks ago, comes from the kitchen, curious to watch the exchange.''How are you?'' He asks, concerned.
''Just getting some snacks.'' Sarah replied, holding up a doggy bag. ''Which I plan to enjoy, eating along because that's the best way to enjoy Wall-marts food. So you can savor every bite.''
O'Brien sighs and goes back into the kitchen, embarrassed to even watch this.
''No, I mean- How are you?'' Pops asks again, ''I haven't seen you in a while and you had me and Kyle worried actually.''
Sarah gulps. ''I'm dealing,'' She responds and stalks towards the door, not bothering to say goodbye.
Sarah doesn't even have a chance to enjoy the cookies and she bought from Mall-mart before she decides to take a side trip to the cabin in the woods. It's solitary and doubtful that Pops would find her here.
She lights the fireplace and heats herself some hot coco; while she waits, she's starting to nibbling on the chocolate chip cookies. She leans against the window, darkness is coming quick and there's a strong wind outside. She sighs and walks over to the kettle of brewing Hot chocolate, removing it from the firebut jumps back, feeling the stinging burn on her hand, spilling the hot chocolate she had carefully prepared for herself.
''Shit!'' Sarah curses, looking around for a rag or anything to clean.
''Let me help you.'' a voice soothes and Sarah looks towards the door, noting the outline of a male figure. She recognizes the voice but doesn't want to believe it's him.
Sarah stands up slowly and hides her burned hand behind her back. ''No thanks, I'm fine.'' She calls back.
''No, you're not.'' Pops says and steps forward, a clean rag in hand. Sarah sighs, reluctantly showing him her burned hand. Pops gently takes it and wipes it off the remaining hot chocolate, examining the burn at the same time. Pops reaches for the small bottle of whiskey in his pocket which he never drank, removes the top with his mouth and pours a little on top of the wound.
''Ah! That hurts!'' Sarah screams.
''Of course it hurts. It's a burned wound.'' Pops says, before gently wrapping the clean cloth over it. ''But at least now, it wont be infected later.''
Sarah looks briefly up at him, remembering the last time he used alcohol to heal her and the pounding in her chest at his touch. he made her feel safe and that was a very dangerous feeling, especially now. She steps away from him and he straightens out, studying her.
''Thanks.'' Sarah mutters dryly.
Pops smiles. ''I never like to see you hurt, Sarah.'' Pops admitted. Noting the cookies and hot coco. ''Wall-marts goodies for one.'' Sarah frowned. ''I needed some alone time , which I clearly am not anymore since you're here.'' She muses, not looking at him.
Pops smile fades. ''Why would you want to be alone, especially when there's hot chocolate involved? Seems to me, a woman shouldn't be drinking by herself. It is bad form.'' Pops stated seriously. Sarah shrugged. ''Well, I wanted to be alone and I still do.'' She angrily snaps. ''So, if you would please leave so I can at least enjoy eating my cookies .''
Pops turns to leave and then suddenly stops, turning back to her. ''No.'' He replied. ''No?'' Sarah seethes angrily. ''Sorry, but that wasn't a question, T-800. It was a order.''
Pops walks back towards her. ''We need to talk, Sarah.'' He explains seriously. ''Really talk about this, love.''
Sarah seethed. ''Don't call me that!'' She exclaimed angrily. Pops frowned and tilted his head. ''Call you what? Love?'' He questioned. ''it doesn't mean anything, it's a term of endearment.''
Sarah shook her head. ''I don't care what it means, just stop.'' She orders angrily. ''You cant call me love, sweetheart, pet, darling or whatever.'' She retorts
Pops sighed. ''Ok, Sarah.'' He agreed.
''And you really shouldn't be here.'' Sarah continues, glaring at him. ''Please leave, Pops. I wont ask you again.''
Pops sighs in frustration and walks closer to her. ''Sarah, look at me, what is wrong with you?'' He questioned in concern and worry.
Sarah is really annoyed again, but Pops intense stare is not helping. ''Nothing is going on, but I would like to be alone.'' Sarah angrily replied.
Pops shook his head angrily. ''That's too bad because I am not leaving here, until I know what is going on with you.'' Pops replied seriously. ''And what is this desire need to be alone with your spilled hot chocolate and cookies?"'
Sarah glared daggers at him. ''You want to know what is going on with me?'' She fumes, standing up to him. ''My problem is that you should have never kissed me. Just being around you makes me confused and I cant see straight and it's all your fault!''
Pops frowns. ''My fault? how is this my fault?''
Sarah shook her head angrily and points at him. ''You kissed me and now, I have feelings and I don't want them.'' She continues angrily. ''And I wish there was a way I could get you out of my head, but every time I think of you. All I can think of Is that damn kiss. You ruined me, Pops and I should seriously hate you for it.''
Pops was taken aback. ''As long as we're sharing then, maybe we can have a rational conversation about this.'' Immediately Sarah rounded on him.
''There is no, this, between us, Pops and there never can be.'' Sarah replied simply, crossing her arms.
Pops frowned. ''Cant or you wont let there be?'' Pops wonders.
Now, Sarah wishes that she had something to throw at him, preferably a blunt sharp object, anything to get him to leave. ''I told you it was bad to stay.'' Sarah angrily warned him. Pops looks at her eyes pleading. ''Sarah, we need to talk about this, you care for me....''' He whispered softly
Sarah shook her head. ''No,I don't .'' She lied. ''You only think that I do but I don't. I don't want to but I cant...'' Sarah cries, her barriers crumbling down with every word.
Pops Steps forward and gently places a hand under her chin, forcing her to look at him.
Sarah doesn't break down very often as she used to. And seeing her this vulnerable, especially in front of him is a big deal. It hurts Pops to see her in pain but it also gives him hope. If the kiss didn't mean anything in the first place, she wouldn't be all worked up about it.
''I have every reason not to trust you, anymore.'' Sarah continues evenly. ''But you fog things up. You always have. You spin me about and I wish like hell that you were somewhere else.''
Pops sighs. ''I don't have answers for you, Sarah.'' He admits softly. ''I cant explain why I feel about you the way I do, but don't lash out at me because it makes you feel better. Do it inside your own head because I refuse to do the same.'' Pops explains.
''Why not?'' Sarah challenges angrily. ''You hurt me before, why cant I?"'
''Sarah.'' Pops cries angrily. ''That's not how this works.''
Sarah shakes her head, crying. ''I just want to forget these feelings but I cant, and it's so frightening and irritating.''
Before Sarah can finish her rant, Pops kisses her hard. Sarah whimpers into his mouth and he pulls her close. He stumbles back but that doesn't stop Sarah from jumping up and wrapping her legs around him. Sarah loosens his shirt, Pops doesn't waste any time, removing her black leather jacket. Exposing her black tank top underneath.
Pops tries to carry her to the bed. But Sarah is a very impatient woman, instead of directing him towards a corner. Pops slams his back against a closet and Sarah shimmies down her pants and she unzips his fly. Sarah looks groggily at him before pulling down her leggings and underwear, and slowly since she was still a virgin Pops very softly and gently enters her.
Sarah hisses, her hands clawed at his back at the foreign entity that was slowly encasing itself in her.
''Shh.'' Pops whispered, trying to soothe her as he entered her. Her nails dug painfully into his skin. But Pops failed to notice it. Pops placed his hands on either side of her head and position's himself behind her, groaning uneasily as he took her virginity. He had never known the meaning of tight wet until now. The way her walls convulsed around him, bringing him in closer soaking him in her natural juices
''S-Sarah?'' He pants heavily, his eyes filled with concern, ensuring if she was alright.
Sarah moaned. Her virginity was his now.
It's awkward for and Pops thinks he should stop. But cant deny the lust in Sarah's eyes that wasn't there a week ago. She kisses his neck and Pops removes his shirt, thrusting into her as the droplets of rain start to fall.
Suddenly there's thunder, drowning out Sarah's gasps and moans as Pops repeatedly penetrates her, faster and harder.
Sarah raises her leg and manages to place it against the dresser, continually heaving against him until she collapses onto him, as he spilled his seed into her. Pops fixes her hair, swiping it away from her and smiles at her.
''This is an interesting start in a realationship.'' Pops teases and Sarah glares at him. Within her right to smack him but she knows it isn't torment to her.
''What makes you think we're in a relation ship now?'' Sarah retorts. ''How do you know this wasn't a one time thing.''
Pops leans into her, smiling. ''Because you gave me your virginity.'' Sarah leans in and kisses him, biting his lip. ''Spin me about again.''
Pops smirks. ''As you wish, my Sarah.'' Unknown to them they had just conceived a child.