Straying off the Path of Righteousness

Word Count: 319 per Word

Rating: PG-13 – nudity mentioned.

Author’s Note: For luxuria_oceanus who kept nagging me to write, apckrfan whose writing is so making me go to the Special Hell too, and just_slummin who is just plain amazing.

Summary: Mal is trapped!

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.

Copyright (c) May 2007 Patricia Flynn

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Mal was trapped and the walls of his bunk were shrinking in on him and only one obstacle lay between him and the freedom offered by the hatch.

She terrified him. More than Reavers, Niska, Zoe, the Operative, or an entire regiment of purple bellies combined.

Oh, he'd led her a merry chase and to have avoided her this long was nothing short of a miracle, but what little luck he had, had obviously just run out.

"Checkmate." She whispered.

Mal flinched before saying. "This so not right, lil' one. 'Sides, I reckon your brother would have loads to say on the subject."

"Not wrong. What you want, what I want. Simon knows. Knows I always get what I want. I'm bratty that way."

Mal gulped nervously as she began stalking him, removing her dress to reveal the nakedness underneath.

Averting his eyes to the sight of her pert breasts and flawless expanse of skin, he began mumbling under his breath. "Goin' to hell. The Special Hell. So going to that Special Hell..."

Mal yearned to give in when he felt her cool hand slide into his hair and begin tugging his head down. Instead he stiffened and held himself away from those lips that tempted him during the day with special, secret smiles just for him and haunted his dreams, doing things he dared not allow himself to remember in the harsh light of the day.

When a small hand settled over his throbbing erection in his pants, his eyes flew up to see her face inches from his own. He