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 c