GK, Beds built for three, 1/1, PG, Brad/girl!Nate/girl!Ray, 431
Title: Beds built for three
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x girl!Nate Fick x girl!Ray Person
Warning(s): AU, genderswap, domestic threesome
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione, Brad/girl!Nate/girl!Ray
Word Count: 431
Notes: Domestic threesomes are love.
Summary:
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 doesn’t like to complain. Normally, when she has an issue, she just does her best to tough it out and move on. There’s no point in wasting the breath. This time, though, Natalie figures she might need to make an exception.
The thing is, Rae kicks in her sleep. She punches, too. Rae just flops all over, taking up nearly the entire bed and stealing all the covers. Whenever she’s close enough, Rae mouths at Natalie’s arm or chest or whatever bit of skin she can gets her lips against and on occasion, Rae’s been known to drool.
Natalie wakes up with bruises and slobber on her skin every morning because there’s absolutely no way for her to avoid it. Not with the way Brad curls around her back, pressing against her from her shoulders to her knees with not enough room for oxygen to pass between them.
Brad’s arms hold Natalie in place, one knee tucked between her thighs and his face pressed to the back of her neck. He’ll deny it ‘till his dying day, but he’s the worst cuddle-bug Natalie’s ever met. The only good thing about this is that Natalie never freezes to death when Rae hogs all the covers because Brad is her own personal space heater.
Natalie knows she should complain, but as she lies in the dark and fingers an old bruise on her ribs she can’t really figure out if there’s a good solution. The obvious one is to just stop sharing a bed with Rae and Brad, but it isn’t a good one. It was hard enough getting the three of them to work in the first place, Natalie has no doubts that her sleeping on the couch would put some serious strain on them.
There’s a huff of warm breath against the back of her neck, and the low rumble of Brad’s voice. “Go back to sleep, Natalie,” he says. “You’re thinking too loudly.”
And Natalie would argue, but Brad nuzzles his face against her and Rae’s sprawled on her back and motionless for once, and there really isn’t a good reason for Natalie to put up a fight. She fumbles behind herself with one hand to run her fingers over Brad’s scalp slowly before she melts back into the mattress and smiles tiredly. “Sorry.”
Brad just huffs against her skin again, slipping his knee a little higher between her thighs, and then he’s out again. His arms tighten around her middle, just enough to deter her from even considering leaving, but there’s nowhere else Natalie ever wants to be.
Author: sephirothflame
Fandom: Generation Kill
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Brad Colbert x girl!Nate Fick x girl!Ray Person
Warning(s): AU, genderswap, domestic threesome
Spoiler(s): None
Prompt(s): kari_hermione, Brad/girl!Nate/girl!Ray
Word Count: 431
Notes: Domestic threesomes are love.
Summary:
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 doesn’t like to complain. Normally, when she has an issue, she just does her best to tough it out and move on. There’s no point in wasting the breath. This time, though, Natalie figures she might need to make an exception.
The thing is, Rae kicks in her sleep. She punches, too. Rae just flops all over, taking up nearly the entire bed and stealing all the covers. Whenever she’s close enough, Rae mouths at Natalie’s arm or chest or whatever bit of skin she can gets her lips against and on occasion, Rae’s been known to drool.
Natalie wakes up with bruises and slobber on her skin every morning because there’s absolutely no way for her to avoid it. Not with the way Brad curls around her back, pressing against her from her shoulders to her knees with not enough room for oxygen to pass between them.
Brad’s arms hold Natalie in place, one knee tucked between her thighs and his face pressed to the back of her neck. He’ll deny it ‘till his dying day, but he’s the worst cuddle-bug Natalie’s ever met. The only good thing about this is that Natalie never freezes to death when Rae hogs all the covers because Brad is her own personal space heater.
Natalie knows she should complain, but as she lies in the dark and fingers an old bruise on her ribs she can’t really figure out if there’s a good solution. The obvious one is to just stop sharing a bed with Rae and Brad, but it isn’t a good one. It was hard enough getting the three of them to work in the first place, Natalie has no doubts that her sleeping on the couch would put some serious strain on them.
There’s a huff of warm breath against the back of her neck, and the low rumble of Brad’s voice. “Go back to sleep, Natalie,” he says. “You’re thinking too loudly.”
And Natalie would argue, but Brad nuzzles his face against her and Rae’s sprawled on her back and motionless for once, and there really isn’t a good reason for Natalie to put up a fight. She fumbles behind herself with one hand to run her fingers over Brad’s scalp slowly before she melts back into the mattress and smiles tiredly. “Sorry.”
Brad just huffs against her skin again, slipping his knee a little higher between her thighs, and then he’s out again. His arms tighten around her middle, just enough to deter her from even considering leaving, but there’s nowhere else Natalie ever wants to be.