A/n: A three part piece or at least that is what I think I might do with it. Enjoy
Nellie Lovett stood still in the barber shop door way, her tiny hand gripping the handle. The room was dark; the only light was the moon trickling through the large window. She could make out his thin frame folded up in to his chair. His face covered in a veil of hair. He eyes were clamped tightly shut, his body shaving harshly in sleep. She hugged the heavy quilt in to her arms close to her.
Outside small flutters of snow started to fall from the sky. The temperature was dropping quickly as winter crept up on the fall months. She closed the door behind her and stepped closer to the sleeping man. She looked at the old rickety bed sitting in the corner and shook her head. She stepped closer to Sweeney and brought her warm hands to his chilled skin. She brushed a few strands of hair from his face, her fingers tracing his cheek. He lips parted and he nuzzled in to her warm hand. She pulled away quickly and stared at him.
"Poor thing," She whispered soft enough for only her to hear herself. She unfolded the quilt. She looked at him. His body was crumpled, knees pressed against his chest, his head tinted back against the chair awkwardly. This was no way for a man to sleep. She bent down and pressed her lips close to his ear.
"Mr. T?" She whispered softly. His body jerked, eyes opening.
"What do you want?" He said sharply, eyes glaring.
"To put you to bed, properly." She was still whispering.
"I am in bed." His voice was flat and cold.
"Come on love, it is far to cold up here, come down stairs." She pleaded with his, her eyes soft and always pleading. He looked up at her, his cold fingers twitched. He wanted to say no, he wanted to presses his razor against her for waking him from his nightmares. But she just pouted her soft plump lip. He looked away and than back but they were still there pouting at him. His fingers wanted to touch them, to stroke them softly.
"You'll catch your death up here." She said, removing the pout from her face.
"As will you." He whispered, noting her thin nightgown and robe.
"If not for me than for the boy, Toby was worried about you, up here, all alone, in the cold." There was that pout again. It taunted him.
"Fine." He said, looking away from her. Nellie folded the quilted up and followed him down in to her little home. He opened the door and was blasted by warmth.
"In you go," she said pushing him slightly. "I made up a bed for out on the couch dear." She said ushering him in to the living room. He laid down on the well worn couch and sank in to its warmth. He smiled to himself as she pulled the heavy quilted over him. "Are you warm?" She asked fluffing his pillow.
"Yes, quite." She smiled and watched him.
"If there is anything you need just call." She said turning swiftly on her heels and walked in to her room.
Sweeney lay awake for only a little bit, pondering. He should have said no, said anything to see the plump pout grace her beautiful lips. He shook his head and stared off in to the fire. It comforted him. He fell asleep.
A/n: part one. There will be two more to follow I just don't think that will be today. Enjoy dearies