Act I: The Fortitude of Love
They rolled and tumbled across the sheets in wild abandon, laughing merrily. Her golden tresses rained on his face as he tried to kiss her, but she turned away, revealing the beautiful ivory curve of her swan-like neck.
"Shy already?" They had most certainly past any point of shyness after this afternoon. They had finally given into their love and explored the vast expanse of their bodies, creating a perfect union of bliss.
"I cannot kiss you," she replied "I a fortnight, I shall be a married woman."
He was flabbergasted, "But, I thought you loved me!"
"Oh Eustace, you know I do, with all my heart and soul, and though I wish I did not, I cannot!" Her large, liquid, cerulean eyes pleaded with agony, "Please, my love, try to understand. I need to marry Lord Crawford. Father and Mother would be disgraced from society if I turn back now!"
"But he is only marrying you for your money."
"And I for his title, that is the arrangement."
"I am to be a barrister soon, is that not respectable enough position for your family?"
"Not compared to a Lord. And you are still a student, you could not afford to keep me right now, and I cannot wait for you. The longer I spend with my family, the more I feel I will go mad! I should be grateful for my father's fortune in the fishmongery, but I doubt I can ever stand the sight of pickled Cod for as long as I live!
Eustace Turpin nodded in understanding. "Very well, but remember Tabitha, I love you and I only wish you all the happiness in the world."
(I'm reposting this as a multichapter fic so I can work out the kinks in the original. Plus, it was impossible to read as a twelve page oneshot, and there was no disclaimer. Though the only thing I own involving the Demon Barber are my ideas. I don't even have a copy of the DVD.)