Special Hell: Chapter One
Disclaimer: Joss owns these two.
Summary: What was Mal thinking in Our Mrs. Reynolds?
She was inches away from his face, "Please, let me have my wedding night."
Oh, ching wah tsao duh liou mahng! I want her. Is that wrong? No, wait, yes! It is wrong. Very, very, gorram wrong! But it has been a damn long time since anyone has taken my…damn those farm metaphors! I just want to touch her, feel her, taste…special hell,, special hell, special hell, special hell, remember…oh, gosa…
"I'm goin' to the special hell." Mal whimpered.