Here's a little one-shot that could develop into a multi-chapter affair, depending on people's response to it.

Anthony waited until the carriage had crossed out of London central before turning to Johanna excitedly. Gently, he removed his grey knit cap from her head, running his fingers through her yellow hair to encourage it upward after being so cruelly flattened. "We're gone, Johanna. We've done it!"

She wasn't looking at him. He supposed it would be only natural; the events of the past hour were simply too much for such a sweet, innocent girl to recover from in such a short while. In fact, he imagined that her eyes were red-rimmed, her lip trembled and – he listened closely – yes, she was whimpering. He busied himself with checking his pocket watch and road map and conferring with the driver up front. The night was not quiet by any means, but it was clear the horrors that had taken place on Fleet Street had not yet been widely publicized.

He had placed his left hand on the seat between them deliberately and invitingly, and he started and smiled as he felt the cold, slender fingers of Johanna alighting on top of his. It dawned on him how little he really knew of her as he stroked her delicate porcelain face with his hearty sailor's hand and leaned in to kiss her for what he realized would be the first time. He quietly noted how far she was from the presumed state of hiccoughing; in fact, she gazed at him as one might upon awakening to the singing of green finch and linnet bird; her eyes were wide and round, and they shone. He was naught but an inch from her face before she spoke.

"Kiss me!"

"With pleasure, my love." He approached again… there: his lips nearly brushed hers.

"Kiss me!"

"Right away, dear."

"Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me!"

He sat back, smiling cautiously. He realized the thin noise he had taken for feminine whimpering was issuing from her stretched, empty smile… she had not been crying. She had been humming, and she apparently continued to do so unconsciously. "Johanna, are you feeling… quite all right?"

"Married on Sunday, yes, Anthony?"

"We'll see."

"Married on Sunday, right?"

"I'll try."

"We will be married on Sunday?"

He kissed both her hands. "Whatever you wish, my love."

"Monday!"

He pushed a horrible, unwelcome thought out of his mind. "Monday what, my beauty?"

"We will be married on Monday!"

"What about Sunday?"

"Married on Monday, yes, Anthony?"

"Of… of course."

"Ahhhhhhh… Anthony!" she squealed, as she had done when she had first learned his name. Anthony was truly at a loss of things to say. He clasped her hands in his own, where they lay stiff, harking of rigor mortis. The feeling was quite unpleasant. Trying to distract himself, he leant in again, puckering his lips for a kiss.

"Kiss me!" He continued forward… and so did she. "Kiss me! Kiss me! Kiss me!" It did not matter how deeply he pressed his lips into hers, she kept repeating those two words incessantly until finally he drew back, staring at her with horror.

"God deliver me from this nightmare." He shrank from the horrible China doll that had hours ago been his loving Johanna, yet however potently the disgust registered on his face, Johanna's horrible smile never slipped. "Johanna, have you gone mad?"

"Mmmmmmm… ahhhhhhhh…" she sang. "Teach me how to siiiiiiiiiiiing…"

Grimacing, Anthony clamped his hands over his ears and allowed self-pity to seep in. He would rue the day he had saved the life of the maniacal Mr. Sweeney Todd…

Hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't I'd love to know how I could fix it. Also, do you think it has potential as a multi-chapter or is it good the way it is?