Hello all! I'm back!
First of all, thank you very much for your reviews, for reading it and for adding this to your alerts and favourites. I love you all!!
Second; I'm going to London for the weekend so I'm not going to be around till next Tuesday! But I promise a chapter as soon as I'm back!
Well, here we go... M thing in this chap...
'Bloody Anthony' Mrs. Lovett was thinking as she finished cleaning the tables and plates of the evening. She had been busy all day making pies and serving her customers that she hadn't had enough time to consider what had happened the very same morning. 'I'm going to kill him and make pies with his fresh meat…'
'Mum! Mum!'
'We could have a nice dozen done with this lad.' She was so concentrated in her washing and her thoughts that she didn't hear Toby calling until he pulled a little from her dress.
'MUM!'
She jumped.
'Oh Toby, dear!' You frightened me!' she smiled slightly, placing her hand over her pounding heart. 'What happens?'
'Everybody is gone and I've finished cleaning outside… Can I have a little gin?' he asked, putting his best smile on. 'Just tonight. To help me to sleep'. He added when she saw Mrs. Lovett frowning.
'It's ok dear. But just a small glass! And then, to sleep!' she ruffled his hair and let him go. She went back to what she was doing but she was unable to concentrate, so she poured some gin for herself too, sitting next to Toby in the small living room.
'I think I need a little of this for myself too. Long and hard days lately, uh?' Toby was snoozing in the couch, but nodded slowly, eyes closing. 'Go to sleep, dear'. She helped him to make himself comfortable and covered him with a blanket.
'I'm bringing Mr. T his dinner' she complaint and kissed Toby's forehead. 'Sleep well, love'.
She went back to the kitchen reluctantly, and placed a cup of tea and some soup in a tray and went to the little stairs that lead to Mr. Todd's shop. Leaning the tray against her hip and holding the tray with one hand, she held her skirts with the other and went upstairs.
The little Closed sign was at the door. She puffed and knocked with her free hand, entering the room without waiting for an answer. Sweeney Todd was, as always, standing closer to the window, staring at the dark streets of London.
He had seen her going upstairs precariously with his dinner and he wondered how she could do that without a single stumble.
'Evening, Mr. T!'
He grunted a low hello.
'I bring you dinner, love!' and she placed the tray over the trunk, close to the door. 'Did you have a nice evening? Plenty as costumer as I've seen' she babbled and moved along the room, cleaning a bit here and there and putting everything in place. He grunted as a response, as his gaze followed her around the room. Why was she always so happy when he was around? Did she never get tired of speaking?
'Mr. T, I think we have to talk?' Mrs. Lovett placed her hands in her hips. She was nervous and he could felt it.
'About what, Mrs. Lovett? You are never tired of speaking, aren't you?' He knew what she wanted. The baker looked at him in the eye, visibly hurt, but she continued.
'You know what I mean' she crossed her arms over her chest and bit her lower lip; she always did that when she was angry.
'There's nothing to talk about' He turned his back to her, looking through the window again. He didn't want to look at her... Her full lips parted as she chatted, her little body covered in that small corset, her breast almost popping out of it as she breathed...
'What...?' He could feel the pain in her voice 'Why Mr. T?' she was holding the tears in her eyes. She was a strong woman; she was not going to cry in front of him.
'Forget it!' He shouted at her, not wanting to hear her voice, not wanting to look at her...
She moved closer to him and placed her gloved hand on his shoulder.
'Why do you do that to me?' she whispered 'Why do you do that to you? We could have a life together...'
He turned to look at him, moving her hand apart abruptly, big dark eyes boring his.
'I can't Mrs. Lovett... I can't do that!' For the first time in many years, he felt defenceless. She raised herself in her tiptoes and brushed his lips slightly with hers. He pushed her aside.
'Leave me!'
Mrs. Lovett looked at him again with fearful eyes.
'LEAVE ME!' He took one of his razors out.
'No, Mr. T. I'm not leaving!'
He could see the fear in her eyes and felt her nervousness, hands moving frantically. 'You kissed me this morning!' He was walking towards her, razor in hand, and she was moving backwards 'What would had happened if that bloody lad didn't come in?'
She felt her back against the wall. He looked angrier and madder than ever. He raised the razor.
'Come on! Kill me!' She couldn't contain herself any longer; tears were rolling down her cheeks. 'I'm not afraid of death!'
He placed the razor over the pale skin of her neck and pressed there, cutting a little red line along her collarbone. She put her hand over his and pressed harder.
'I'm afraid of living a life without you!'
She couldn't finish the sentence. His mouth was over hers forcefully, kissing roughly her full lips, biting there, sliding his tongue inside her mouth, playing with hers. She almost choke as they broke the kiss and bit her lips, her finger covering her mouth as she savoured him, a mixture of savours: salty from her tears, metallic from the blood he had drawn biting her lip, different from his saliva...
She was about to speak again when another kiss was placed on her lips, not as rough as first, but full of passion and lust. Fifteen years yearning for...
Mrs. Lovett moaned in his mouth as he pressed his body to hers.
Sweeney Todd dropped the razor and this hit the floor with a metallic cling. He moved his hands to hold her closer to him, her back still glued to the wall. She didn't dare to move so she relaxed when he felt his cold hands around her body and deepened the kiss, their tongues fighting inside their mouths as she placed her hands in his hair, stroking playfully his straws.
They moved apart for a moment, staring into their darkened eyes, cheeks flushed and breaths faster.
Sweeney placed his mouth over the wound on her neck and sucked the blood there, one of his hands undoing the pins on her hair and the other touching every single part of her small body.
'Mr. T...' she sighed, her legs shaking, almost unable to hold her weight and he embraced her, kissing along her jaw line, slowly biting her earlobe.
'Wait, my pet' His voice was huskier than ever.
She could feel him growing harder inside his trousers as he pressed his body to hers again.
He moved his hands to her legs, raising one to rest on his hip and started to stoke her stocking covered thigh as they continue kissing passionately. Sweeney Todd reached between her legs; fighting with the many layers of clothing she was wearing, to stoke her over her undergarments. Mrs. Lovett shuddered and moaned his name again.
He reached for the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, tearing them apart. Their gazes met for a moment and she nodded.
Todd places soft kisses along her body: in her mouth, her cheeks, her neck, her cleavage...
Sweeney Todd moved her little body and turned her round, facing the wall as he started to undo the laces of her corsets. He pressed her harder into the wall.
'Is that what you have always wanted, Nellie Lovett?' he hissed in her ear and he reached for the razor and cut the strings out.
'No!' se mumbled, but she couldn't protest as she felt his tongue tracing a wet string of saliva along her back. 'I mean...'
'Hush love, hush'
He turned her again to face him, most of her body still covered with her clothes, and kissed her lips again, raising her form, sitting her in his barber chair. He knelt in front of her and moved his hands along her legs, putting her skirts up, enough to allow him to reach her inner thighs. The demon barber placed kisses along her legs, from her slim covered ankles to her knees and thighs and pushed her legs apart, slowly and carefully and kissed her moist curls; she was already wet and slick for him and he smirked against her.
'Mr. T' she sighed. 'Sweeney...'
He flicked out his tongue and started to caress her nub and her lips, making her shiver and moan with every small touch. She placed her hands in his head, her fingers entwined in his hair but he moved his head apart from her.
'No, no, no, my pet'
She looked at him, a mixture of disappointment and curiosity drawn in her face.
'Mr. T' she sighed as she straightened herself in the chair.
Sweeney Todd was undoing his belt and his neckerchief. She smirked.
'Oh! I see where you are going!'
His gaze darkened. 'Do you, my pet?'
He was standing closer to her again and suddenly and to her surprise, he tied one of her wrists with his belt to the armrest and the other with his neckerchief...
'What...?' She looked up at him, frightened.
'Is that what you were thinking, Mrs. Lovett?' He could not hide the smile in the corner of his lips. 'No, as I can see in your face, it wasn't. He smiled broadly. 'YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TOUCH ME! NEVER!'
He reached and with a tug, her clothes were tore and she was finally naked in front of him. Sweeney Todd looked down at the small form of the baker, seated in his chair, and felt his arousal rowing harder inside his pants, delightfully hurtful. Mrs. Lovett was breathing harder, her bare chest moving up and down, small drops of blood rolling down from her wound, her stocking covered legs crossed as she tried to cover her nudity...
¡No, no, daft woman!' He opened her legs again. 'Stay this way or I'll cut you again. Be still!' he growled as she moved again. The woman looked at him, big dark eyes full of fear and lust and he unfastened his trousers, letting them fall to the floor, stroking himself as he stared at her. She bit her lips at the sight of his length; he was far bigger than Albert.
'Do you like what you see, umm?' he stepped closer to her, raising her chin with a finger. She didn't answer but stared at him. 'Respond my question, you little slut!' He pulled her head backwards, pulling at her hair and bit hard in her neck.
She whimpered a little. 'Yes Mr. T, I do!' She was almost crying 'But... Why?' she sobbed 'Why do you treat me like that? You know how I feel about you!'
He pressed his body over hers and whispered in her ear 'And I know you like it this way.' And with those words, he slid his sex into hers. She swallowed a little scream.
'Be careful love, it's been aahh...'
He moved slowly in and out of her so she rested her head in his shoulder and rocked with him. He was stroking carefully every inch of her pale skin that looked even paler under the moonlight as she moaned and bit and kissed his shoulder and neck.
Mrs. Lovett was fighting with the tethers on her wrists, moving so hard that she could felt bruises growing there. 'Please Mt. T, free me' panted 'I want to touch you too' another pant 'Please, Sweeney...'
He thrust a bit harder inside her and reaching for his razor, he cut the stock and undid his belt, allowing her to place her arms around his neck, closing the small gap between their bodies. They moved as one for a long time, enjoying feelings and sensations both of them had forgotten long ago...
'Mr. T...' she moaned.
'Shut up, Nellie!'
She clenched her inner muscles around him and he knew she was close to the end. He was close too, so he moved fasted and harder inside her as he felt Mrs. Lovett reaching her climax as he screamed his name. He thrust a bit more until he came inside her, sweating and murmuring what seemed like cursing her name.
Her arms were still around his neck, clinging to him and he was holding her so tight that his arms hurt. Sweeney moved his body to leave her but she raised her head and they looked at each other, her eyes full of adoration, and his... She was not sure but it wasn't hate or revenge what they reflected.
'Please' she spoke slowly with husky voice 'Stay inside' a sigh 'I want to feel you a little more'.
And to her surprise, he obeyed, stroking her hair as she rested her head on his shoulder again, placing little kisses over his collarbone.
A few minutes passed in silence while the dark couple cuddle each other. Sweeney's muscles were starting to stiff and he moved out of her, sitting himself in the chair, raising her petite body and placing her over him. Her skin was cold against his.
'Come here, Nellie.' He brought her closer to his chest, embracing her. She rested hr head in his strong torso.
'I'm not a slut, Mr. T' she mumbled as she placed a kiss over his breastbone.
'I already know that'
'But you called me before... And I'm not!' she raised her head to look at him 'I'm just...' he kissed her lips tenderly '... a woman in love!' She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him; her cheeks slightly blushed and crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself. She was shivering. It was cold in the room and outside was raining hard. He took his jacket that was hanging on the back of the chair and pushed it over her form.
'I' a kiss on his chin 'love' another one in his cheek 'you' a kiss on his neck 'Sweeney' more kisses along his jaw line 'Todd!' She pressed her lips to his and they kissed again, a deep long kiss, filled with eroticism.
They held each other gaze for a moment after breaking the kiss. He stroked his hair, that was loose over her shoulders and she rested her head again on his neck, inhaling his scent as she closed her eyes and he cradled her landlady to sleep.
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