"You, Mrs. Lovett." growled an impatient voice. "I said I want to do you." The man Mrs. Lovett once knew no longer existed though. This was an inexcapable fact that Nellie Lovett could not ignore, given the predicamint she currently found herself in. The angel she once knew was gone and in his place stood an ebony haired devil, whose strong arms were keeping her pinned to the wall of her bakehouse. The man had a vague look of dispair in his eyes as he stared at Nellie, unblinking. But was there something else to be seen in his eyes? Nellie was sure for a moment she saw....lust.
"damn." thought Nellie as she chewed at her bottom lip. "Least he hasn't completely lost 'is marbles. Never gonna get me into 'is mind wit that bloody ol' judge struttin' round." Nellie Lovett was no sap. She was a practical woman and she didn't take much stock in dreams. They always turned into nightmares anyway. All her life she had dreamt of a man like Benjamin falling madly in love with her. And just as she thought she might have the chance at reaching her dreams, her world was turned upside down. The man she'd dreamt of had been exiled to Australia, and along with him, her dreams came crashing back to the ground. Only nightmares carried on in Nellie's sleep. And in her wake, the nightmares would subside - but only just.
Sweeney Todd did not dream, nor did he have nightmares. You had to have a soul so have either, and Todd had left his own soul back with Benjamin Barker. Todd was nothing like the man he used to be. 15 years living in Hell had changed him, and the affect it had on Benjamin Barker was irreversable. No, he was no longer Benjamkin Barker. He did not glow, or waste time with being polite. His hair was now a dark matted mess of black, with his eyes reflecting that same darkness but with a cold emptiness to them. Oh but they were not entirely empty. They caught how Mrs. Lovett, Nellie, as she asked him to call her so many times, danced around her shop, wiggling her hips side to side. His eyes saw how her breasts popped up above the low neck line of her dresses, begging to be released from the corset that bound them. they noticed how her lips trembled ever so slightly as she cooed his name. His eyes saw exactly what his body wanted, and his body would be satisfied, one way or another.
"Mr. T! I don't think we should be doin' this! Wot if somone catches us?" Nellie whispered frantically, trying to get the words out before her body betrayed her. But it was too late. Nellie could feel the hot wetness slickening her womanhood. It made her sick with desire. She needed to feel him inside of her. She didn't want to hate herself for craving him. She didn't want to make it any more complicated then it already was. And neither did Todd. He pulled at her hips as his eyes screamed into hers. Their was no need for words. His eyes said it all. For once in her life, Nellie Lovett decided to shut up.
