GK, Lap Dance, 1/1, R, Brad x girl!Nate, 1,400
Title: Lap Dance
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x girl!Nate Fick
Warning(s): AU, PWP, Genderswap
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione, Brad/girl!Nate, lap dance
Word Count: 1,440
Notes: girl!Nate...
Summary: Natalie surprised Brad with a lap dance.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
Natalie’s hands are cool where they touch Brad’s knees, shoving his khaki shorts up so she can rest her palms on his skin. She glides up the inside of his thighs, barely there contact until she rolls her hips against the front of his shorts, and Brad doesn’t think her ass has ever looked as fine as it does in her black pencil skirt.
She keeps rolling her hips, slow and teasingly, and Brad’s not entirely surprised to look at the reflection in the TV and find a look of concentration on Natalie’s face. Her skirt is hitching up her thighs bit by bit with every drag of her hips and Natalie makes a soft sound of frustration, letting go of Brad’s knee to fix it. She hooks her fingers under the soft fabric and hitches it up, instead of smoothing it out like Brad thought she would, and she laughs softly when Brad curses.
You have no idea what you do to me, Brad wants to tell her, but he figures Natalie probably does. It’s what spawned the impromptu lap dance, after all. Brad doesn’t say a thing though, instead opting to rest his hands on Natalie’s hips and kiss her shoulder when she leans back, draping herself across his front with her back to his chest.
Trailing her fingers up her own thighs slowly, Natalie makes a soft, pleased sound, before turning her head to nibble at Brad’s chin. She mouths along his jaw to his ear, flicking her tongue out to trace the shell before nipping at the lobe. She doesn’t stop the slow rolling of her hips, but she’s finally pressing down against Brad, the pressure tauntingly too light, and she holds onto his thigh to keep from slipping down his lap and to the floor.
Brad doesn’t know where Natalie learned to do this, because it’s certainly never something they’ve done before, but he hopes it’s a question that can be solved just by flipping through Natalie’s browsing history. He tries to distract himself from the sudden jealousy at the thought of Natalie maybe doing this to someone else by tugging her button down from her skirt, and her skin feels impossibly hot under his fingers.
Batting his fingers away, Natalie laughs. “This is my show,” she tells him, but she tangles her fingers with Brad’s and trails their hands up over her stomach and towards her breasts. She lets out a soft sound when Brad squeezes, bringing his other hand to capture the swell of her in his palms, and Natalie arches into the touch. “Brad,” Natalie warns, but it doesn’t sound like a reprimand, not really.
Still, this is Natalie’s show, and Brad drops his hands and lets Natalie push herself away from his body. She turns on her heels easily, fingers deftly popping the top few buttons of her shirt at the same time. Resting her hands on Brad’s thighs, she leans forward to kiss his forehead, and he’s given an excellent view down the front of her shirt and at her boobs.
Brad barely has time to register the fact Natalie is wearing the pale green bra he bought her for her birthday last year, idly wondering if she’s wearing the matching panties, before Natalie is sliding to her knees between Brad’s legs.
She throws her head back, her hair falling around her face and her throat as it escapes her messy bun, and she stares up at Brad with a quirky little half smile as she presses her chest to his groin and she feels the swelling of his cock. Natalie drags her knuckles down the line of his zipper accidentally on purpose when she finishes undoing the buttons on her shirt. Her hands slide up and down Brad’s thighs a few times before she presses her palms to his knees and she pushes herself back up to her feet.
It’s then that Natalie lets her shirt fall from her shoulders and pool at her feet, and she turns on her heels again. She takes her time in smoothing out the lines of her skirt before she reaches behind herself to undo the zipper, and Natalie sashays her hips slowly as she works it down the length of her long legs and lets it rest on the floor with her shirt. She casts a glance over her shoulder at Brad, swaying her hips from side to side again, and all Brad can do is breathe “Natalie.”
Natalie’s on him again in a heartbeat, her hands running up his thighs and to his hips. She wastes no words or formalities in reaching for Brad’s shirt, tugging at it gracelessly until Brad arches forward and lets her tug it up and off of him. The moment she tosses the shirt to the side, she starts kissing a line up Brad’s chest from his belly button, dragging her thigh along his cock as she climbs up his body and settles on his lap.
She presses her chest towards his face, the silky smooth skin of her breasts and the lace of her bra a strangely wonderful sensation against his cheek. Brad kisses the center of her chest, because he can, and licks a line up towards her throat. She tastes like salt and smells like the ocean, and Brad isn’t sure if it’s from a bottle or natural, but he likes it.
“Thought I told you this was my show,” Natalie says, amusement obvious in her voice when Brad captures her hips with his hands. “Don’t make me order you to behave.” She’s silently laughing at him, Brad can see it in her eyes, but she doesn’t stop Brad from mouthing kisses at her throat so he figures the words are empty threats.
Besides, “if you hadn’t wanted me to touch you wouldn’t be doing this,” Brad murmurs against her jaw. “And you wouldn’t have taken my shirt off.”
This time, Natalie does laugh, soft and low. She digs her nails into Brad’s shoulders lightly, before tracing patterns into the hard muscles of his chest. She settles her weight more comfortably on Brad’s lap, her thighs spread on either side of his hips, and she starts to roll her hips again. “I had this entire thing planned out, don’t mess me up now.”
Brad snorts in reply, because of course Natalie would have planned this. “My apologies,” he says, sucking one last kiss into her jaw before settling back into the couch. He drops his hands from her hips, trailing along the backs of her thighs before he can tease the soft skin behind her knees, and he grins when she bucks against him. “Continue.”
Natalie grins at Brad, trailing her hands down his chest and to his hips, and she pushes herself off of him again. Her fingers skim over his thighs, barely touching his shorts, before she turns around and glides her ass back up his thighs and to his crotch. If the rolling of her hips is anything to go by, she’s done teasing, and Brad wonders if it was part of the plan, or if it’s because he’s thrown her off track.
Either way, Brad feels no guilt in sliding his fingers along the hem of her panties towards her front before dipping his fingers down and under. Natalie bucks back against him, surprised, but she makes no move to stop him from slipping his fingers further down until he can drag the pads of his fingers against her clit.
“Or we could just skip to the fucking,” Natalie offers magnanimously, her breath hitching as Brad’s fingers move against her. She hooks her fingers in her panties, easing them down herself, and she kicks them away before batting away Brad’s hand. She doesn’t bother with her bra, and Brad lets it be, because he knows she hates the way it feels for her boobs to bounce and Natalie’s already gone above and beyond the call of duty for all intents and purposes, so to speak.
Pushing away from Brad’s body, Natalie watches as Brad undoes his shorts and boxers and shoves them down his thighs, and they’re barely out of the way before she’s crawling into Brad’s lap again. Brad’s just glad he had enough time to snag a condom from his pocket, because Natalie’s looking at him with a whole different kind of focused concentration on her face, the one that usually means there is a very happy ending in Brad’s future.
And Brad just rolls with it, because it’s Natalie, and she’s hot and slick and perfect and there isn’t a single good reason why he shouldn’t.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: R
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x girl!Nate Fick
Warning(s): AU, PWP, Genderswap
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione, Brad/girl!Nate, lap dance
Word Count: 1,440
Notes: girl!Nate...
Summary: Natalie surprised Brad with a lap dance.
Disclaimer: I do not own Generation Kill. This is a work of fiction inspired by the fictional portrayal of the actual events. No harm intended.
Natalie’s hands are cool where they touch Brad’s knees, shoving his khaki shorts up so she can rest her palms on his skin. She glides up the inside of his thighs, barely there contact until she rolls her hips against the front of his shorts, and Brad doesn’t think her ass has ever looked as fine as it does in her black pencil skirt.
She keeps rolling her hips, slow and teasingly, and Brad’s not entirely surprised to look at the reflection in the TV and find a look of concentration on Natalie’s face. Her skirt is hitching up her thighs bit by bit with every drag of her hips and Natalie makes a soft sound of frustration, letting go of Brad’s knee to fix it. She hooks her fingers under the soft fabric and hitches it up, instead of smoothing it out like Brad thought she would, and she laughs softly when Brad curses.
You have no idea what you do to me, Brad wants to tell her, but he figures Natalie probably does. It’s what spawned the impromptu lap dance, after all. Brad doesn’t say a thing though, instead opting to rest his hands on Natalie’s hips and kiss her shoulder when she leans back, draping herself across his front with her back to his chest.
Trailing her fingers up her own thighs slowly, Natalie makes a soft, pleased sound, before turning her head to nibble at Brad’s chin. She mouths along his jaw to his ear, flicking her tongue out to trace the shell before nipping at the lobe. She doesn’t stop the slow rolling of her hips, but she’s finally pressing down against Brad, the pressure tauntingly too light, and she holds onto his thigh to keep from slipping down his lap and to the floor.
Brad doesn’t know where Natalie learned to do this, because it’s certainly never something they’ve done before, but he hopes it’s a question that can be solved just by flipping through Natalie’s browsing history. He tries to distract himself from the sudden jealousy at the thought of Natalie maybe doing this to someone else by tugging her button down from her skirt, and her skin feels impossibly hot under his fingers.
Batting his fingers away, Natalie laughs. “This is my show,” she tells him, but she tangles her fingers with Brad’s and trails their hands up over her stomach and towards her breasts. She lets out a soft sound when Brad squeezes, bringing his other hand to capture the swell of her in his palms, and Natalie arches into the touch. “Brad,” Natalie warns, but it doesn’t sound like a reprimand, not really.
Still, this is Natalie’s show, and Brad drops his hands and lets Natalie push herself away from his body. She turns on her heels easily, fingers deftly popping the top few buttons of her shirt at the same time. Resting her hands on Brad’s thighs, she leans forward to kiss his forehead, and he’s given an excellent view down the front of her shirt and at her boobs.
Brad barely has time to register the fact Natalie is wearing the pale green bra he bought her for her birthday last year, idly wondering if she’s wearing the matching panties, before Natalie is sliding to her knees between Brad’s legs.
She throws her head back, her hair falling around her face and her throat as it escapes her messy bun, and she stares up at Brad with a quirky little half smile as she presses her chest to his groin and she feels the swelling of his cock. Natalie drags her knuckles down the line of his zipper accidentally on purpose when she finishes undoing the buttons on her shirt. Her hands slide up and down Brad’s thighs a few times before she presses her palms to his knees and she pushes herself back up to her feet.
It’s then that Natalie lets her shirt fall from her shoulders and pool at her feet, and she turns on her heels again. She takes her time in smoothing out the lines of her skirt before she reaches behind herself to undo the zipper, and Natalie sashays her hips slowly as she works it down the length of her long legs and lets it rest on the floor with her shirt. She casts a glance over her shoulder at Brad, swaying her hips from side to side again, and all Brad can do is breathe “Natalie.”
Natalie’s on him again in a heartbeat, her hands running up his thighs and to his hips. She wastes no words or formalities in reaching for Brad’s shirt, tugging at it gracelessly until Brad arches forward and lets her tug it up and off of him. The moment she tosses the shirt to the side, she starts kissing a line up Brad’s chest from his belly button, dragging her thigh along his cock as she climbs up his body and settles on his lap.
She presses her chest towards his face, the silky smooth skin of her breasts and the lace of her bra a strangely wonderful sensation against his cheek. Brad kisses the center of her chest, because he can, and licks a line up towards her throat. She tastes like salt and smells like the ocean, and Brad isn’t sure if it’s from a bottle or natural, but he likes it.
“Thought I told you this was my show,” Natalie says, amusement obvious in her voice when Brad captures her hips with his hands. “Don’t make me order you to behave.” She’s silently laughing at him, Brad can see it in her eyes, but she doesn’t stop Brad from mouthing kisses at her throat so he figures the words are empty threats.
Besides, “if you hadn’t wanted me to touch you wouldn’t be doing this,” Brad murmurs against her jaw. “And you wouldn’t have taken my shirt off.”
This time, Natalie does laugh, soft and low. She digs her nails into Brad’s shoulders lightly, before tracing patterns into the hard muscles of his chest. She settles her weight more comfortably on Brad’s lap, her thighs spread on either side of his hips, and she starts to roll her hips again. “I had this entire thing planned out, don’t mess me up now.”
Brad snorts in reply, because of course Natalie would have planned this. “My apologies,” he says, sucking one last kiss into her jaw before settling back into the couch. He drops his hands from her hips, trailing along the backs of her thighs before he can tease the soft skin behind her knees, and he grins when she bucks against him. “Continue.”
Natalie grins at Brad, trailing her hands down his chest and to his hips, and she pushes herself off of him again. Her fingers skim over his thighs, barely touching his shorts, before she turns around and glides her ass back up his thighs and to his crotch. If the rolling of her hips is anything to go by, she’s done teasing, and Brad wonders if it was part of the plan, or if it’s because he’s thrown her off track.
Either way, Brad feels no guilt in sliding his fingers along the hem of her panties towards her front before dipping his fingers down and under. Natalie bucks back against him, surprised, but she makes no move to stop him from slipping his fingers further down until he can drag the pads of his fingers against her clit.
“Or we could just skip to the fucking,” Natalie offers magnanimously, her breath hitching as Brad’s fingers move against her. She hooks her fingers in her panties, easing them down herself, and she kicks them away before batting away Brad’s hand. She doesn’t bother with her bra, and Brad lets it be, because he knows she hates the way it feels for her boobs to bounce and Natalie’s already gone above and beyond the call of duty for all intents and purposes, so to speak.
Pushing away from Brad’s body, Natalie watches as Brad undoes his shorts and boxers and shoves them down his thighs, and they’re barely out of the way before she’s crawling into Brad’s lap again. Brad’s just glad he had enough time to snag a condom from his pocket, because Natalie’s looking at him with a whole different kind of focused concentration on her face, the one that usually means there is a very happy ending in Brad’s future.
And Brad just rolls with it, because it’s Natalie, and she’s hot and slick and perfect and there isn’t a single good reason why he shouldn’t.