AN: This fanfiction is the rewriting of a roleplay bewteen myself, C, and my friend E on Tumblr. Our roleplay blogs are: TheBarberTodd (me) and IamMrsLovett (E). We wanted to do this so that any future followers that did not know all the drama that goes on between our characters would have a reference to look at without having to dig through our archives to do so! (Especially since we tend to have very long roleplay threads that go on for a long time XD)

Chapter One: The First Encounter

Mr. Todd found himself alone in the tonsorial parlor on this particular night. It had been a long day and he had just sent his last customer down the chute to the bakehouse below. His floor was covered in the remnants of the man's life blood, growing sticky and thick as it dried. Looking down at his hands they were also covered in the darkening liquid, as was his shirt. Sighing at the mess he took one of his blades and began to sharpen it on the strop.

"Mrs. Lovett," he called down to the now closed pie shop, "come here." After a few moments he heard light footsteps on the stairs as she approached the parlor. Mrs. Lovett opened the door slowly and closed it softly behind her, taking small but delibrate steps toward the barber.

"Yes, love? What is it?" She asked as she watched him sharpening the knife and took in the bloody mess on her hardwood floors. She gave an inward sigh at the damage the boards would be taking from all of Sweeney's victims.

Not bothering to stop sharpening his razor he glared at her, taking in her expression and figure. She was standing there, hand on her hip, leaning slightly to her right as she watched him back. "I need you to wash this shirt for me,"he said coldly after a moment. "I'm afraid I haven't any fresh ones left." Setting the blade aside, he took the shirt by the hem and pulled it over his head. "It's bloody like the others," he commented as he tossed her the shirt.

"Oh," she said as she caught the shirt. Sighing slightly she folded it neatly and held it by her side. "Sure." As she turned to leave he cleared his throat.

"Oh, and Mrs. Lovett..." he said, causing her to turn back towards him. "I suppose that tonight is a rather cold night. If your bed needs... warming, then I suggest you say so now. I am a very busy man."

"I-I, well..." she stuttered, suddenly fumbling with the shirt in her hands, "if... you want to..." A small smile graced her lips but she wouldn't meet the barber's eyes, instead preferring to stare at the reddened floorboards.

"I did not ask what I wanted," was his immediate and cold reply. "I believe I asked what you wanted. If you prefer the chill of the London air, I will stay here tonight as I always do. As you can see since you refuse to look up from the floorboards, I have some cleaning up to do here. So, unless your answer is a definitive yes, I suggest you leave." He took his razor back into his hands, examining it in the lamplight and running a thumb over the flat of the blade.

Mrs. Lovett's gaze was quickly drawn upward toward the barber. "Y-yes!" She exclaimed, biting down on her lower lip as she realized she had shouted the answer. "Yes," she said again after a moment in a much calmer tone.

Setting down the blade once more he glared coldly at her for a moment in hesitation. Clearing his throat he walked towards her. "Well then," he said as he turned out the lamp light, taking her hand there after in a rough grip, "lead on."

Gasping at the sudden contact she nodded and began to lead him down the stairs and through the pie shop to her parlor. Once there she took him through the door on the left wall and into her bedroom. The room was small and quaint with a marriage sized bed (a left over from her marriage to Albert), a small wardrobe against the right wall, and a vanity table with a cracked mirror and a hair brush lying on the surface against the left.

Taking in his surroundings, Mr. Todd stood quietly for a moment. Mrs. Lovett watched him closely, still unsure of whether he had truly meant what he had offered or if he had a more malicious intent towards her. Looking through the open doorway she saw Toby sleeping on the sofa in her parlor. Smiling softly at the sleeping boy she closed the door gently and locked it, hoping that any noise would not make it through to the child on the other side whether things went nicely or not.

Mr. Todd watched her as she did this, taking in her apprehensive expression and slightly shaking form. She was scared, but he knew that soon enough she would be alright; once she knew he meant her no harm in this room she would relax. He sat down in the chair at the vanity table and began to remove his boots. Once removed of them he stood once more and gestured for her to move forward into the room.

"Turn," he said once she looked back towards him. Raising an eyebrow at him she stepped further into the room and did as he bid her, facing the locked door. Stepping behind her he heard a small trembling sigh come from her small frame. Placing his hands gently on her arms he leaned against her and whispered into her ear. "I don't have any razors with me... I can do you no harm nor will I attempt to. You have nothing to fear." He felt her shiver at the sensation of his breath on the sensitive skin of her neck.

Biting back a moan of anticipation she nodded with a small: "O-oh," escaping her lips. Stepping back from her slightly Mr. Todd began to unlace her dress. Once finished with the laces he pulled the dress slowly down off of her arms and to her waist, revealing the black corset beneath. Once the laces of the undergarment were uncovered he began to untie those as well.

"Pretty women and their fashion," he mumbled to himself as he worked the laces. The corset began to loosen and he felt her breathing deepen now that the restricting sensation was no longer encasing her rib cage so closely. Feeling herself smirk at the comment she bit back a giggle.

"Mmm, Mr. Todd," her voice was slightly filled with mirth but was still lowered in fear of waking Toby or angering the barber. He pulled the dress the rest of the way down before finishing the laces and pushing the corset from her body causing it to fall to the floor in front of her. Feeling the sudden chill of the room against her bare chest she shivered slightly.

He hesistated a moment before gently turning her to face him. Taking in her sudden near nakedness he felt the tension building in his groin. He had not thought that she would be nearly so attractive as he found her. He had merely intended to use her as a way to release himself but looking at the round, perky breasts and the freshly washed pale skin that glowed against the candle light he knew it would be more satisfying than he had thought to take her.

She watched as he took her in, shivering once more as she saw a flicker of hunger in his eyes. Her breath stopped momentarily when his cold and hardened gaze met her own again. As dangerous as he was, and she knew that he was, he was still beautiful... and she still loved him whether he was the same Benjamin Barker that rented her loft fifteen years ago or this new... monstruos man bent on revenge. So even though she knew very well that he could harm her, even kill her, she wanted him to touch her. She waited so long... seventeen years for his touch.

"Sit on the bed." He instructed suddenly, his cold gaze never leaving hers. She gave a small nod and stepped back towards the bed until she felt the edge bump against the back of her knees. Sitting down she faced him and watched as his eyes flickered once again with that sudden hunger. She watched him back with intensity, her body rigid as she waited for his next action. A small frown was on her lips as she waited, still so unsure of how the night would end.

Mr. Todd came forward and kneeled in front of her, the scars on his bare chest illuminated in the candle light, his muscles toned from the work he had done while incarcerated. Seeing the slight fear in her expression he matched her gaze again.

"Don't worry," he said softly. "I'm only going to remove your stockings. If I'm going to undress you... I'm going to complete what I started." Lifting up her feet he removed her shoes and placed them on the floor by the bed post. Lifting up her skirts he ran his hand along her thighs, causing the skin to tremble lightly where he touched it. Small goose bumps formed from the cold sensation of his fingers running over the fabric. Her heart began to beat faster at the contact, and a small gasp parted her lips. Not wanting to interrupt him by making a comment she bit her lower lip and averted her gaze as he hand traveled further up her thigh.

Reaching the waistband of her stockings he hooked his fingers underneath it on either side and pulled them slowly down her legs revealing the soft, pale flesh of her shapely legs. Her skin tingled as she felt the cloth strip away and she felt the heat rising within her as he examined the newly exposed skin.

Standing after a moment he held out his hands for her to take them. Once she did he pulled her up in only her skirts and a pair of bloomers left on her slim figure. Not taking his eyes away from her own he slipped his thumbs beneath the skirts over her hips and pulled them gently down, letting them fall to the floor around her feet. He took a quick look at the skin of her thighs and the exposed curves of her hips, the pressure of his pants growing tighter as he noted the sultry form that was hidden beneath the dresses all this time.

Her breath hitched as he once more hooked his fingers under the waistline of her last remaining garment, his eyes following as the bloomers were pulled slowly down her hips and onto her thighs, falling to the floor among the removed skirts. She felt her face growing slightly warm as he took in the sight between her thighs before moving his eyes back up to her own. He smirked at her as he stepped back.

"Unless you intend to undress me yourself, Mrs. Lovett," he said as reached to undo his belt, "I suggest you cover yourself with a blanket until I've finished. London is a cold place, you'll shiver." She raised an eyebrow at him, stepping forward and placing a hand over the ones that were working at his belt.

"I'm not that fragile, Mr. T..." she said softly as she slid her fingers up his abdomen slowly, marveling at the softness of the hair on his muscled stomach. He raised an eyebrow back at her, stiffening at the touch of her hand to his skin. His gaze was intense but she fought back the fear and matched it. Slowly he relaxed against her touch and nodded.

"Well, then," he said as his gaze softened. "Go on." She gave a slight smirk before kneeling down in front of him. She removed his belt slowly, her face only two inches from the bulge in his pants. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at it. Before going to undo the laces of his trousers her hand hovered over the bulge. She touched it lightly before pressing her palm against it softly. He tensed slightly and she gave it a gentle squeeze.

A low growl emenated from Mr. Todd then and for a second Mrs. Lovett feared she had angered him. She quickly removed her hand and gazed up at him only to find that he had closed his eyes. It dawned on her then that the growl had been one of... pleasure. Smirking she pulled the laces loose and began to slowly pull at the fabric of his pants, bringing them down far enough for his erection to emerge.

Taking a moment to look at it she swallowed at the sight. She had waited so long to become to intimate with him and now before her standing proudly was what she thought she'd never see of him... and all because of her. She pulled the pants down the rest of the way and was about to touch the shaft of his erection when he suddenly pulled her to her feet.

Shock and fear rose up for a moment within her until she felt him lay a hand on her hips. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards for a moment before she felt his hands sliding down her thighs. She gasped as she felt him lift her into his arms. One arm was holding her beneath her knees and the other around her shoulders. He carried her to the bed, dropping her onto it slightly roughly before laying over her and supporting himself with his elbows on either side of her.

She raised her eyebrow at him again and her heart beat hiked up as well at the feeling of him so close to her in their naked forms. She took a sharp breath as she met his hungry gaze. He ran a hand along the side of her face then.

"You can kiss me, Mrs. Lovett..." He said in a husky voice that made her spine shiver. "For tonight we can forget certain... boundaries." As he spoke his hand brushed back a stray auburn curl from her face. Before she had time to act though he warned her. "Just don't forget that tomorrow you return to the baker who rents me her loft and I the barber upstairs."

She looked at his lips for a moment, a sad expression lingering on her face for a brief second. She wrapped her arms around his neck slowly then. Leaning towards him she hesistated a heart beat before meeting her lips to his. The kiss began slowly, a sort of initiating process as she tried to focus her thoughts on only what would happen tonight and not the morning which would come far too quickly. A feeling of relief flooded her chest at the sensation of finally being able to touch him as only Lucy had been able to prior. If only for just one night.

Mr. Todd began to deepen the kiss, entering her mouth with his tongue, his hand tangling itself in her hair. He allowed his body to lay against her though still supporting his weight. He growled lightly against her lips, biting gently down on the lower one as he broke the kiss. She moaned quietly and closed her eyes before reattaching their lips and taking dominance herself. He wrapped his arms underneath her, pulling her with him as he sat up, the kiss never breaking. He laid back down with her on his chest and nothing between them since she did not need to support her weight over him.

Breaking the kiss once more he looked at her as she opened her eyes.

"Say no any time that you like. I may be a murderer but I am certainly no rapist." His tone was even as he spoke and his eyes had gone more tender than she had ever seen them before. Smirking down at him she kissed him again. Placing her lips by his ear she whispered in the most sedictive tone she could muster:

"Touch me."

He sat up once more and she wrapped her legs around him to keep from falling from his embrace. He leaned forward so that she fell back against the bed and laid himself over her once more. Pinning her arms down by the wrist on either side on her he began to kiss his way down from her lips to her collarbone, placing a small bite there. He continued the line of soft brushes of his lips down to the valley between her breasts.

She moaned softly at the feel of his lips where no man, not even Albert had kissed her in years. Not since she was sixteen had she been touched there and that was a very long time ago. She tangled her fingers lighly in his hair, surprised that the seemingly coarse black hair was as soft as she had often imagined the feathery brown hair from his youth. Another moan escaped her lips when his lips encased the nipple of her left breast, his teeth grazing the skin and placing a small bite of the nub before sucking on it greedily. She arched her back, her stomach pressing up against the muscles of his abdomen.

"Mr. T..." she moaned as he worked. Replacing his lips with a hand he moved on to the right breast, giving it the same treatment while his fingers pinched and rubbed at the nipple of the left. She gasped a bit at the pinching but the pleasure won out as she moaned again. "Oh, Sweeney..." Her hands travelled down his back until they settled on his haunches, pulling him closer to her. He continued to move his trail of kisses down her over her stomach and past her naval. He hovered over her groin.

"Now would be the time to say no if you must," he said, his eyes travelling back towards her own, his tone once more tinted with a cold edge.

"I would never say no," she whispered breathlessly.

Looking away back down he spread her legs apart and placed his head between her thighs. He ran his tongue over her slit before taking her clitoris into his mouth and sucking on it. Her eyes widened and her back arched once more from the sudden pleasure. She moaned loudly. "Ah, God!" At the sound of her moans he delved his tongue into her entrance, moving a thumb to her clit and rubbing circles. Her breath quickened. "Mmmmmmmm, yes…A-Ahh! … the years haven't made you forget how to please a woman…" Her words came out breathlessly between moans that were getting harder to quiet.

Looking up at her he stopped then. A devilish smirk smeared across his face as he looked at her, panting hard as she sat up slightly to see why he had stopped.

"That may be, but," he said calmly as he looked at her, "have the years let you forget how to pleasure a man, Mrs. Lovett?"

She raised an eyebrow as she pulled away from him slightly. "Really..." she said, her voice slightly quavering. "Well, let me show you then." A smirk of her own graced her lips as she playfully pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him. He allowed a smirk to cross his own lips as he watched her move over him.

"Go on, then... Nellie." She smiled as she heard him say her preferred name and leaned down so that they're faces were close enough for her to kiss him. She hesitated a moment before completing the contact softly, kissing from his lips, over his neck and down to his stomach. A growl escaped his throat as he felt her lips pressing against the skin of his stomach and continued to go further down.

She smirked up at him one final time before placing herself between his legs and gently kissing his testicles, her tongue darting over them. She looked in his eyes as she licked slowly up his throbbing member, a coy smile on her face. A deep groan emenated from him as he felt her tongue slide over the sensitive skin and a scowl appeared on his face. He tangled his hand in her hair, pushing her closer towards him.

She smirked again, loving that he was groaning because of her. Something she knew only Lucy would have garnered from him the past. Taking his member by the hand she began to stroke him softly causing him to groan once more.

Deciding suddenly that he did not want to play cat and mouse with her he sat up and pushed her onto her back once more. "Brace yourself," he warned as he guided himself into her, automatically pumping harshly against her at a quickened pace. She gasped at the sudden intrusion and frowned slightly as the pain of his aggressive fucking took over her. When the pain began to subsist she let out a low moan and put her arms around her shoulder, her face burying itself against his shoulder.

He continued to pump harshly into her, fueled by her moaning beneath him. After a moment though he turned to the side laid back, pulling her with him so that she would be stradling his waist. "Prove to me," he said as he helped her adjust so that his cock was back inside of her with small wimper on her part and a grunt from him. "Prove to me, Mrs. Lovett... that you can pleasure a man as well as I know you can."

Her breath quickened and she raised an eyebrow down at him, trying to contain herself from bucking her hips even as he spoke. A determination welled up in her as she saw the cold fire in his eyes. "If you want me to," was her fast response. She began to rock her hips as she sat atop him, lifting herself slightly with her feet against the bedspread with each pump, bringing herself down on him. Each time she felt him enter her completely she groaned anew.

Before he could stop it, having planned on restraining himself, an impassioned groan escaped his own lips. "Eleanor..." he said as she continued to buck against him, his own hips rising to meet hers as her hands pressed lightly against his chest. His own hands found her waist, holding her tightly as he neared closer and closer to climax.

Her own climax was what ultimately brought him to his own, her walls closing in pulses around him and her moaning intensifying.

"Nellie!" He groaned as he gritted his teeth and let his seed loose within her. She collapsed on top of him then, her legs clinging tightly against his sides as the aftermath of her own climax rolled through her. She was panting slightly as she lay against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her he held her tightly to him. After a moment the exhaustion from both the pleasurable night and the tiring day caught up to him and his eyes drifted shut.

As he entered the realm of sleep one last word escaped his lips: "Lucy."

Hearing the name of the woman she had tried so very hard to make him forget about for even just tonight, her heart stopped. She snuggled closer against his chest andfought back the tears rising up as she bit her lip. He would never be hers, would he?"