This was going to be a one-shot, but I just felt that maybe I should continue it…for a little while, at least. Enjoy.

The next day, Mrs Lovett was pounding some dough in her pie shop when Sweeney walked in. She smirked at the sight of him as she recollected her dream from last night, which had included Mr T in all his glory, without any trousers (as she had imagined the day before). As she thought o f this…memorable dream, she felt a slight pink colouring rise to her cheeks as she remembered how Mr T had acted the day before.

Grunt, grunt, grunt, grunt…

Mrs Lovett giggled as she remembered what she had thought he was doing. Well, he was a man, wasn't he?!

"Mornin', love," she said cheerily, as Sweeney walked past her. He glanced at her, clearly remembering yesterday's encounter as well, for his cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink.

"Morning," he grunted, sitting in a booth by the window.

"Aren't you opening your shop today, dear?" she asked conversationally.

"Why bother?" Sweeney replied, and he gestured out the window. "It's raining." She nodded sadly.

"Ah well," she said, continuing to pound the dough, "'t's not like I don't have enough supplies." She smirked as he thought of the pile of bodies.

"Well, since you ain't doing nuffing today, Mr T," she continued, "I was thinking maybe I should take you shoppin'." He looked up at her, a stony glare plastered on his face.

"No," he growled.

"Oh, come on, Mr T," she retorted, wiping her hands. "It'll be fun! Besides, you need some more clothes."

"I do not," he snarled angrily. She fixed him with a glare of her own.

"Fine," she said huffily. "Don't come shopppin' with me. But next time your zip sticks, I won't fix it for you. Ye can walk around all day wiv it broken." She smiled as Sweeney blanched at the thought of having a broken zip.

"Alright," he said resentfully. "I'll come. But I can assure you, Mrs Lovett, it will not be fun." She smiled and pecked him on the cheek. He sank lower in his chair as his cheeks turned maroon. She could almost see the steam coming off his face.

"Ah, Mr T, it won't be that bad," she crooned, patting his hair thoughtfully.

"Wanna bet?" he growled, looking up at her from under his eyelashes. She looked lovingly at his angelic face. He was such a sweet man, really, and he wouldn't hurt a fly. O' course, he would hurt another human being. But she still loved him.

--

So, an hour later, Sweeney was walking slowly beside Mrs Lovett, scowling from underneath the large umbrella as he towered over the chatty woman beside him.

"Oh, look, Mr T," she said excitedly, literally dragging him over to a shop. "Isn't that just lovely? You'd look wonderful in that." Sweeney uninterestedly looked in the window, before doing a double take.

"N-no, Mrs Lovett," he spluttered, a horrified look on his face. "I am not wearing that." She pouted.

"Oh, but Mr T, it would bring out the colour of your eyes!" He turned to stare angrily at her.

"Mrs Lovett," he growled, "there is no way in hell that I will wear that."

"Wanna bet?" she growled, grabbing his arm. He spluttered a protest but she dragged him into the cosy little shop.

"Good day, ma'am," said the shop attendant, bustling over happily. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, actually," Mrs Lovett said, beaming as she forcibly dragged Mr T forwards, who scowled magnificently. "I'd like me husband 'ere to try that outfit on." She pointed at the horrible outfit and the attendant smirked.

"Of course," he said, bringing the outfit over. "If you'll just pop over there, sir…"

Sweeney crossed his arms over his chest, and frowned. "No," he grunted. Mrs Lovett pursed her lips.

"Come on now, dearie," she said firmly, "I want you to try it on."

"I'm not wearing that thing, love," he said, sneering at her. She turned him around to face her.

"Love, you're wearing that, or you'll get it," she hissed in his ear. "Don't forget, I keep all your secrets for you and I do everything for you. Now try it on or all of that could just…disappear." She snapped her fingers to indicate what she meant. He huffed annoyed.

"Fine," he snarled, grabbing the clothing. "But I hate you for this."

"And I love you, dear," Mrs Lovett chimed cheerfully.

--

So, ten minutes later, Sweeney stood in front of Mrs Lovett, his face almost purple, as he cowered in embarrassment. Mrs Lovett could hardly contain her giggles as she looked at Mr Todd, who was glaring at her.

"Oh, Mr T, it looks so good on you," she chuckled. He glowered at her and scowled at the floor. It was no wonder he was embarrassed, as Mrs Lovett had picked out a black and white striped pair of swimming trunks, the very pair he would later wear in the By the Sea scene. Passersby were giggling as they looked in the window of the shop and saw Sweeney standing there, as if carved from stone, his face bright red, the skin glowing with heat.

"I hate you, Mrs Lovett," he hissed at her. She waved her hands, still laughing. He turned around and slipped behind the screen, throwing the trunks off and hurriedly changing back into his clothes. When he emerged, redder if possible, he sent a glare at Mrs Lovett that could kill.

"Let's go," he snarled, walking out the door. Mrs Lovett considered him for a moment before approaching the attendant.

"I'll take them, thanks," she said, and he wrapped up the bathers for her, before she followed Todd down the road, whistling cheerfully.

Well, erm, that was a bit…silly. I'm not sure that it ended up as funny as it sounded in my head, but I'm seriously uninspired at the moment.

Still unsure if I will continue or not. Maybe. Probably. Not sure.