Title: Guinan's Smile
Author: jat_sapphire
Contact: [email protected]
Series: TNG
Rating: [NC-17]
Codes: Guinan

Summary: Guinan remembers the best part of the Nexus

Archive: Whatever.

Disclaimer:
Paramount the great owns Guinan, the Nexus, the Enterprise, all that, and none of them have sexual feelings, unless it's written into the scripts. This story is just for fun, not for money.

Note:
I had posted some out-takes of a longer TNG story (which I still haven't gotten back to) under the title "Year's End Tales," and it dawned on me too late that the "G" code I had used, without thinking, for "Geordi" (that's how I think of him) probably really means "Guinan" and I didn't have any G/f in the story. Oops. So I thought, well, but that's an idea, isn't it? So I wrote some Guinan smut at about two am and posted it as "An Extra Year's End Tale." Changed the title here because I thought this was clearer.
 
 

Guinan's Smile
 
 

There are times she doesn't want to listen. There are times she takes off the silly hat and unbraids her hair. There are times she forgets what she and Jean-Luc owe each other, how much these limited beings seem to need her, all of that responsible, quiet, celibate power. She is in the Nexus. She is on the ship. She meets herself and sees the flowing hair, the fervent eyes, the mouth open as if to scream or sing.

Guinan's skin is soft under her own hands. She lifts one breast, the other, strokes from collar-bone to nipple, around to the most tender skin of all, softer than vacuum, warm. Again. Around again. She rolls to one side, pressing her thighs together, feeling her breasts shift in her hands. She strokes up her belly, down her sides, over her thighs, up to her ass, warmer to colder to warmer and warmer again, again, around and around. Her hips rock, her knees flex, the long muscles in her thighs harden, soften, harden. Her fingers push between, push hard, tangle in her hair and pull it, find the edge of her pelvis below the tissues she is kneading. Her other hand is pinching and rolling her nipples, squeezing one breast and then the other, back and forth.

The colors of the Nexus surround her. The reality of the Nexus is in her. When she feels the warmth rising to the surface of her skin, when she tingles and shakes and rides herself high, she sees the Nexus and remembers that she is always there, always at this moment, always calling without words and moaning and telling herself yes, yes.

This is why she is always smiling.

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