Disclaimer:I dont own Sweeney Todd,nor any of the characters from it.I also dont make any money from the writing of this story.

A.N.

There are many Sweeney fics with great,intricate plots on this site,but its pretty safe to say that this isnt one of them.Its basically just a bit of smut with barely enough plot to keep it from being a PWP.So if the idea alone of Sweeney and Mrs.Lovett having sex is enough for you to turn your stomach,it would probably be best if you hit the "back" button now.I also should add that English isn´t my first language,so there might be some mistakes.

This fic was mainly inspired by the Stephen Sondheim musical,but not any particular production of it.Thats why I decided not to give any detailed descriptions of the characters physical appearances.

Edit:I apologize for the almost complete lack of apostrophes where they should be , I tried to edit the fic several times , but even in the summary the page just seems to swallow them during the uploading process.

She had first seen him the day he had come into the pie shop to inquire about the small room right above the shop.Even years later she would still be able to recall just how he had looked that day,standing there in the door with the afternoon sun behind him,smiling almost shyly at her.The rooms previous occupant had died suddenly,owing them almost two months rent and leaving hardly anything that would have been worth pawning,so both Mr.Lovett and she had eyed the young man warily at first.He hadnt made the impression of being in danger of passing away unexpectedly and his clothes had been neat enough,but Mr.Lovett had been a bit leery.

Hed felt there were already enough barbers on Fleet Street.No point in renting the room out to someone who might be out of business within a week.Normally she would have tended to agree,but there was something about that young man that had inspired her to try to change her husbands mind.She couldnt quite put her finger on it,something about him simply caught her interest.It wasnt just that he was handsome,although he definitely was,but that alone would hardly have been enough to impress her.

Maybe it was the endearingly downcast look on his face when Mr.Lovett had doubted his prospects as a barber on Fleet Street,or the dark,quiet voice with which he had introduced himself to them as "Benjamin Barker."Yes,he had definitely been someone she wouldnt have minded seeing every day.Definitely someone whod warranted manipulating her husband a bit into changing his mind.

Of course she had managed to have it her way,she rarely didnt.Mr.Lovett had had an,albeit deeply hidden,streak of sentimentality,it hadnt been too difficult for her to appeal to that.Didnt he remember all the difficulties they had to go through to get the pie shop to flourish?How was the poor man going to support his young wife if he could find no place to work?

In the end Mr.Lovett had conceded and she had smilingly handed their new tenant the key to the room.

From then on hardly a day had gone by on which she hadn´t seen him at least briefly,passing the shop on his way to the new tonsorial parlour in the mornings,when the streetlights wouldnt be extinguished for still another hour,and she had already made the first batch of pies in the sweltering bakehouse.Sometimes hed have a cup of coffee at the pie shop,then she would discreetly watch him from her place behind the counter as he stared out of one of the shops small windows.

There was something about the way he moved that had fascinated her,so smooth,almost graceful.Even just watching him slowly stretch his shoulders had been mesmerizing to her.

Occasionally,when there were only a few customers,she would go and meticulously wipe every table in the shop,lingering as long as possible at those next to his.Paying only as much attention to cleaning the worn surfaces as not to seem suspicious,while casting quick glances at his broad back or his hands,cradling his coffee cup.

Beautiful,masculine hands shed thought,strong but not brutish looking.It didnt take long until she caught herself wondering what his hands would feel like on her skin.As a barber his fingers had to be sure and nimble.Not that shed actually fooled herself into believing there was even the ghost of a chance of something like that happening.Hed seemed to be one of those rare specimen of men that appeared to have no difficulty with a monogamous lifestyle.

Lovett had doubted that even the mere thought had ever occurred to him.Oh,of course it hadnt,though shed only ever had a few brief conversations with him,it had been impossible not to notice how devoted he was to his wife.His feelings for her had seemed to exceed the mutual liking that Lovett had always considered the closest that love came to the idealized version that only existed in books or on the stage of a theatre.The kind of love that rendered another person the centre of your universe.The kind of love that made you find the meaning of your life in your beloved.

She hadnt been able to remember ever believing,even for a second,that such a love actually existed.It had startled her to find she might have been wrong about that,and she hadnt been sure if she was happy about this discovery.

In his eyes his wife had seemed to be the embodiment of perfection itself.Lovett had hoped he wouldnt be too hurt when time finally destroyed that illusion,which it undoubtedly would.

Now and then Lovett had seen said paragon of perfection,who apparently had felt the need to visit her husband at the tonsorial parlour almost every day.Her own impression of Lucy Barker had not exactly been a favourable one.She had seemed silly and dull.A little girl in the body of a woman.Hardly a fitting wife for such an interesting man.

Lovett had cringed inwardly whenever shed heard her airy,high-pitched twitter.One day she had overheard him gently chiding her for still insisting to climb the steep,narrow staircase that led up to the shop despite of her delicate condition.The reply had been whiny and selfish.She was feeling so alone without him.

Lovett had frowned in annoyance,so shed rather worry her hard-working husband than feel alone,and he just seemed to love her all the more for it?If even being alone for a little bit was already too much for her to take,how much help would such a woman be to her husband should they ever happen to see harder times?

And hard times there would be,for all of them.