Authors Note: None of it's mine. Sweeney's a little OOC. It's in Sweeney's POV. Judge may be a little OOC as well. Sweenett.
Sweeney Todd's Point Of View.
The Face of Innocence
"Innocence is beauty, a beautiful thing. Something worth holding on to, but taken away far too quickly. Innocence on the outside. Poker face of lies. Mask of sweetness. Purpose, worry, suspicion forgotten when she puts on that face of innocence."
It all started out fairly normal. The winter night was cold, and quiet. The only warmth was coming from the little fire lit in her fire place.
I sat there for a while, playing with my razors, but then it got rather...boring. I went down stairs to see what Mrs. Lovett was doing on such a dull night.
Of course, as many women would do, she was reading a book. She obviously didn't see me, but I snuck up behind her.
I read along, but then realized it was a romance novel. I turned to walk away, but my jacket brushed against her skin, and she turned around.
Obviously, she was surprised. "Oo, Mr. T, yah scared me!" She said. I smirked, and wandered into the kitchen.
Instinctively, she followed me like a lost puppy, and asked me what in the world I was up to. She had her arms crossed, and looked at me suspiciously.
She had let her hair down, and it sailed just under her shoulders a bit. Her milky white skin almost glowing in the moonlight flowing in from the window.
She tilted her head to examine me more closely. She had no idea what I was up to...well, at the time, nor did I.
I thought we could play a game...and make it up as we go. Anways, I walked over to her and randomly wrapped my arms around her.
She didn't say anything. Kinda stiffened up, but then relaxed when I told her it'd be alright, and that I wouldn't hurt her.
Though it kinda did hurt me to think that she wouldn't trust me. Don't blame her though; I've held razors to her throat.
"Let's play...hide and seek." I whispered in her ear. "In the dark?" She asked back. "Most certainly." I responded.
She wriggled free of my touch. "Child." She giggled. "You're afraid of losing aren't you Nellie?" I shoved her lightly, but playfully.
"Child with no innocence isn't a child at all." She muttered. I started to count right then and there. I heard her run around the shop, desperately seeking a place to hide before I got to twenty.
Turns out she was not very good at hide and seek. I turned around...and she was behind me. So much for that thought.
Her pale skin sparkled in the light. I imagined Lucy's hair, but the thought was quickly replaced by the dark beauty standing in front of me.
I pulled her over to me and kissed her hard. She kissed back eagerly. See, that's when it all began. We stood there in the moonlight, planting kisses all over each other.
I reached to take off her dress, but found it too much a struggle so I just sliced it instead. The dress fell; I saw that now she was only in a little slip of a thing.
She blushed madly as I looked her up and down. "Beautiful." I muttered mostly to myself. She clearly hadn't heard, or she would blush even more and turn into a tomato.
The idea of "doing" a tomato...err...illegally crossed my mind, but that's just a detail that I found amusing. Not important what so ever.
I proceeded to kiss down her slender body. She nipped my earlobe, and found my mouth, prying apart my teeth so that she could slip in her tongue.
She wrapped her legs around me, and I let myself fall on top of her. Greedily sucking on her neck, and collar bone.
All was well--until the judge walked in. We broke apart, and I stood in front of her, twisting my head to see the bloody judge, but still keeping her exposed body invisible to him.
Basically, I made no effort to rise from this...awkward position. I saw the Judge, and where the judge was...the beadle is close behind.
He looked at us from that awkward position. "Mr. Todd, Mrs. Lovett..." He began. We both looked at him, but said nothing.
I saw his eyes trail down to her chest...it was then I realized, I had my hand there. I quickly slid it down to my side, and looked around.
"There was a friend of mine who was here last week for a pie, and went up to get a shave afterwards, his wife says that after the pie, he told her to wait outside for him..."
Mrs. Lovett shifted from under me. The judge continued, "She went to go see some flowers down the street, but when she returned, her husband wasn't there."
Mrs. Lovett and I shifted uncomfortably at the same time. I could see her thinking. I myself was unsure of what to say.
"I think he came down and walked the other direction of the flower shop. He said he'd look for his wife later." She said.
She struggled so that the Judge could see her head, and her face. I took the hand that was by my side and slipped it around her shoulders, incase the judge had any...ideas.
He clearly was not one-hundred percent convinced that what she said was true. Then I have to hand it to her, considering she thought it up so quickly and on the spot.
I watched her force a smile onto her face and brightly say, "Tell you what, if I see the gentleman come by, I'll tell him that people are looking for him."
The judge looked around. "Are you sure, positive Mrs. Lovett that something didn't happen to him here?"
The smiled turned into a grin. Oh, she looked like a little girl on Christmas I thought to myself. "Most certainly not!"
He studied her childlike face closely, before mumbling to himself softly, "I don't remember why I suspected you in the first place."
I heard her giggle. "I forgot why I came here in the first place...I highly doubt you could...or would do something like that...far too...innocent. Like Lucy." He said.
I snarled at the sound of her name. But I wanted desperately to laugh...or continue what we were doing...or both at the same time.
That face though. I couldn't help smile to myself how insane she looked. Anyhow, the judge was standing there for awhile, looking at our interesting position.
"While I'm here Mr. Todd, I know it's late, but I do not wish to run back here tomorrow. Could I get a quick shave." I smiled, "Of course." I responded.
This day had turned out better than I thought. I led the Judge upstairs, while Mrs. Lovett ran into her room.
I couldn't help but the think to myself about that face that made the judge forget why he suspected her.
Oh that face of innocence. Lucy was innocent inside and out. Nellie, innocent on the outside...devil in the inside.
But his little innocent devil. His and no one else's.