Ticket 2/4 Word Count: 504 per Word Rating: PG-13 – mention of oral sex. Summary: Post BDM. Mal has another dream and gets a weird hunch.

Disclaimer: The great, almighty and powerful Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. own the universe and characters. I'm just playing with them. Please don’t’ take away my shiny toys Captain.

Author’s Note: Special thanks goes to luxuria_oceanus who helped inspire this story. Dedicated to TamSibling, Amdobell and BlueEyedBrigadier over on Fireflyfans.net’s Blue Sun Room, who requested that I continue this story. Be careful what you wish for!!!

Copyright (c) June 2007 Patricia Flynn

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The past three nights had been rough on Mal. The reoccurring dream of River being naked and painted with the symbols for “Ticket to the Special Hell” had stalked him while he slept.

Tonight, however, he was determined to sleep undisturbed by the visions of River’s lithe, naked body beckoning to him. To that end, he’d had a few shots before coming to bed.

As Mal drifted off to sleep, down in the passenger dorms River grinned slyly. It was time to up the ante with Mal.

River curled into a ball and went to sleep.

Mal awoke several hours later, aching for release.

This time the dream had progressed further than River declaring herself as His Ticket.

She had floated across the cargo bay to stand before him. Falling to her knees, she had opened his pants and taken his cock in her mouth.

With exuberance, she had brought him to the edge of orgasm over and over again, and just when he thought she’d finally let him climax, he was wakened by his alarm.

It was time to meet with the crew to go over the plan for today’s job and there was no time for him to “handle” his body’s current need for release.

Squelching his desire, he splashed his face, dressed and headed to the kitchen. There he found the crew seated around the table eating breakfast.

Taking his seat, Kaylee, whose turn it was to cook, placed a cup of coffee in front of him before taking her seat.

The crew was fairly quiet as they all ate and drank, as all their brains started functioning for the day.

After every one was finished, Mal went over the plan. River, Simon and Kaylee would stay on Serenity, prepped and waiting to take off. Himself, Zoë and Jayne would go to the meet up, drop the goods, get paid and high tail it back to Serenity so they could get to the job they had lined up over on Santo, which if they were late for, they’d lose.

There were no comments as Mal spoke, they’d gone over the plan two days ago and everyone knew their roles. It was just a habit Mal had developed after several jobs went south because someone wasn’t doing what they were suppose to.

“Everyone clear?”

Most heads bobbed in the affirmative and Mal was about to rise from his seat when River’s broke the silence, “Need your Ticket.”

Everyone’s heads swiveled to stare at River,so they missed Mal’s stricken face paling.

Eyes narrowed, Mal spoke, “You got somethin’ to add, lil’ one?”

“Need to take Your Ticket. Already planned a double cross. Need to utilize the Weapon, the Merc and Right Hand.”

As River laid out her new plan, Mal watched her suspiciously. She’d referred to herself as His Ticket twice and if he didn’t know better, he’d think she was causing his dreams at night.

Giving his approval to the new plan, the crew dispersed to prep for the job.

* * * * * Part 3 will involve: a masturbating Mal; mostly naked Mal and Jayne together; a kinky Zoe, Simon and Wash sex party, and a frustrated, vengeful River.

How’s that for whetting your appetites? *evil laugh*