Well here is some Sweenett smut as my Christmas present to you all haha! :D
I just wanted to mention before I start that I know I haven't really developed the characters of Sweeney and Nellie much, or said much about their relationship. I realize that I've kind of just wrote it in that they got married instantly at the beginning, without any emotions being revealed really, or anything. Now, I didn't do that on accident. I did that because the relationship of Sweeney and Nellie is not the focus of this story. This is not about whether or not they live happily ever after together, or whether they still find themselves unhappy, etc, etc. I don't want to spend too much time focusing on their actual marriage and relationship. I realize this might turn some of you off, but you'll see later on why this is my intention. I will of course, write a few scenes where it is revealed how they are taking their marriage, how they feel about each other, etc. But this is not in any way a romance/relationship centered fan fic, and I wanted to clear that up.
And I really hated having to write a rape scene the last chapter, simply because I realize how cliché those are in Sweeney fics. But trust me, it was an essential chapter to the story, and it had to be done. But no worries, this is not going in the typical "Sweeney-seeks-revenge-after-the-rapist" etc, etc direction. I hate writing anything cliché, and I am trying really hard to stay away from that.
Sweeney Todd, although it could never be suspected by his exterior appearance, was a man of habit and perfection. A man who, each evening, was urged to polish and beautify a row of seven cherished godly chunks of silver. A man who followed through each and every shave he performed (or in most cases, unpredictable murder) meticulously, even when he knew how it would end. Details were of the utmost importance to him, and when one thing was out of place, it would surely throw him into a fit of agitation.
So on the evening on which Nellie Lovett was alarmed of a low supply of eggs, Sweeney Todd performed his evening routine no differently than on any other night. To be quite frank, Sweeney hadn't even taken notice of his wife's absence. The line of razors on his dresser beckoned his attention more than anything at the time being, and so he attended to them. But as he carefully set the last razor into it's place of his holster, he happened to glance at the clock. It was some time after 6 o clock', and the absence of Nellie's chirping voice informing him of dinner disquieted him. Usually at about this time he would be sitting in the booth downstairs, a rather vile portion of untouched meat pie in front of him, and a much more consumed bottle of rum in his hand. His eyes would be following Nellie's plump bosom as she bent over to put away the evening's dishes, and it was around then he would usually find himself dragging her back to the bedroom. Or, in the case when the boy, Toby, had drank more than he could handle, he would take her right in the kitchen. But none of that was happening at the moment, and this concerned Sweeney. He knew that Nellie, like himself, was someone who rarely strayed from routine.
Sweeney had, although of course somewhat begrudgingly, married Nellie. He simply had agreed to it at the time because he had thought it could not deteriorate his life any more at this point. But he knew he would have never truly agreed to marriage again unless he felt something. And as minuscule as the sliver of attraction he felt for Nellie was, it was still there. And it had certainly grown in the 3 weeks of marriage they shared. Sweeney never wanted to confront that he felt any sort of affection for Nellie, but it was what it was, and Sweeney didn't feel like exerting the energy anymore to push her away. And so he found himself once again with a wife, and once again in a moment of distress over a woman.
Sighing, Sweeney trampled down the rickety back staircase, eager to find the boy and question him about his wife's whereabouts. But he was starkly disappointed to find Toby sprawled over the chaise lounge, an empty bottle of ale on the floor beside him. Of course, Sweeney thought to himself, that bloody woman let's the boy have as much rum as he wants. Bloody boy needs a proper lesson of discipline one of these days, worthless waste of air...Knowing that it was a mostly trivial use of energy, since the boy usually slept through anything (most often his and Nellie's late night romps against the walls) he kicked the boy in the side. A grunt, a flung out arm, and a mutter was all he achieved through this. A sudden fury overtook him, and he find himself grabbing the boy, shaking him like a dog with a dead rabbit limp in it's mouth.
"Wha-a-at?" Toby stuttered, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, surely feeling the turmoil clogging his thoughts.
"Boy, where the bloody hell is Mrs. Lovett? It's past dinner, and she's not come upstairs. And she certainly isn't anywhere down here." His eyes were a deep pit of black fire, his tongue forked and stinging. Or at least in Toby's eyes. At that moment Sweeney Todd was the devil himself, at home in the bowels of a dingy London parlor. Toby swallowed hard, fearing talons reaching out to rip his throat and devour his innards. He had to speak, and quick.
"She...went to the market few minutes ago. Needed some eggs." Toby still couldn't quite string his words together, what with a bottle of rum tumbling throughout him, and a hellion standing in front of him.
"Couldn't she have waited for the morning? Stupid woman, going out at night with the filth of London slinking about..." Sweeney sighed, stomping back upstairs. Of course part of him was worried about her, but he couldn't muster up the rationalization as to why he should go looking for her right now. The boy was probably right. She would only be a few more minutes; no need to flood the streets of London in a bath of blood tonight. At least not at the moment. Besides, it still wasn't an unjustly hour. The street lights had yet to flicker their orange flames on. Bloody woman probably chatting the shop owner up as she does with everyone. Needs a proper coat of glue on her mouth one of these days. Sweeney smirked to himself, leaning back in his deadly throne upstairs.
He didn't even recall his eyelids falling closed, but somehow they must have. And he was shocked to find he had slept through the opening and closing of the door downstairs, and the pattering of Nellie's feet on the stairwell. But here she stood, freshly bathed and smelling of all the flowers in the whole bloody city. Dressed in only her lace trimmed corset and pantaloons, her eyes looked tired, nearly dead, but a smile was decorated on her face.
"Where the hell have you been, Nellie? Going off to get bloody eggs in the middle of the night! You're going to get yourself killed or raped, woman!" Sweeney stood up, looking down at the petite, oddly alluring woman in front of him. Something about her at this particular moment provoked waves of arousal in him.
"It was hardly the middle of the night, Mistah T. I run out of eggs, was all that happened. Didn't wanna come and tell yah, because I bloody well knew yah would react like this. 'Sides, it's all over and done with now, and I'm home and fine." The floor had somehow suddenly become fascinating though, to Nellie, and her eyes were locked on a spot of dust in the corner.
"Well what took you so long just to get a dozen of eggs? Shouldn't seem that hard to just walk over a few streets and come back home." Sweeney almost didn't care at this point. Nellie was here now, and apparently intact in every way he could tell. But he needed to hear a confirmation of sorts to let him know she had found herself in no trouble.
Her eyes still mentally sweeping the dusty floors, she quickly told him, "Ran into Mrs. Serus love, that's all. You know that woman, bloody doesn't know when a person isn't interested in conversation. Had me held up for what must've been 20 minutes!"
Sweeney rolled his eyes at these words coming from a woman who found the incessant need to discuss a new recipe for sweet rolls first thing in the morning , when his eyes were barely unglued of sleep. For the time being, her answer would do. Her eyes were lying, and he knew it, and she knew he knew it. But there were more important urges overtaking them both at that moment.
The tipping of Nellie's breasts as she bent down to examine a spot of blood near the chair sent Sweeney into another world. The worries of Nellie's earlier exact whereabouts were no longer the main concern on his mind; instead, the aching, pulsating problem in his pants now replaced that.
With a sudden growl of eagerness, Sweeney curled his hands around Nellie's slender waist, sitting her down in his lap as he sat himself down on his chair. Fervid emotions brought their clothes off quickly, Nellie's nipples pointed hard and erect against Sweeney's own bare chest, legs locked tight around his waist. His hands grabbed greedily at her plump, soft bottom, her breasts flattened against him, her tongue over his ear. Soft breathes and sighs were sounded, momentarily becoming quicker and shorter.
"Oh bloody 'ell, love. Lemme ride yah now, Sweeney." Her guttural gasps and high pitched shivers confirmed that she couldn't go on a second longer like this. Her eyes dark, liquid, full of lust and arousal, closed as she swiftly opened her legs, her cunt wet and aching, sliding the whole of Sweeney into her fully. Her nails clawed down his back as she pumped and rode him, slowly at first, then quickly she held onto him, grinding herself into him with everything she had . Sweeney's thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple, bringing even more rosy color to it. Her breasts were heavy and fleshy, cupped in his hands tightly. With each squeeze, he seemed to compress another moan from her. Her face was a picture of sex: eyes slowly rolling back into her head as an orgasm shuddered through her, mouth parted ever so slightly, plump lips moist with Sweeney's saliva.
The noises she made as she came were almost kitten like, soft mewling and whimpers, then suddenly a loud cry as she clenched around him, falling into his chest, calling out his name. Sweeney inwardly let out his own cry of pleasure as he shot warmly into her, grasping her tightly. The chair tipped backwards dangerously as they both ground their sexes together, causing Nellie to call attention to it.
"We're going to fall down your bloody chute into the basement, love!" Her eyes wide with a rush of fear, she tried to pull Sweeney back. Trying steadily to keep himself inside her, Sweeney and Nellie collapsed to the floor directly below the chair. It was better not to take any chances with the chair, even if it was supposed to only be activated when it was unlatched. Something must've been faulty in it now, what with so much furious stomping on the latch each day.
Sitting on top of him still, her breasts erotically jiggling with every thrust, her nipples pointed upward stiffly, Sweeney felt another wave of orgasm wash through him.
"Oh Nellie, love." He couldn't help but call out, clutching her bum in his hands, again releasing himself into her. Nellie followed him again shortly, but the lust in her eyes seemed to overtake her entire face. The sudden flash of darkness that washed over her, something entering her eyes as she thrust against him, told Sweeney something was different. He found his attention quickly averted from such thoughts, though, when he felt a dragging, dull pain down his back, and a soft warm trickle, as her nails dug into his flesh.
Nellie collapsed beside him on the floor, her breasts rising and falling as she heavily lapped up air into her lungs. Whatever had painted her face somber a second ago was now no longer evident, and all he saw was warmth and love in her eyes as she glanced at the reddening floor.
"Oh, Mistah T! I didn't mean to hurt yah, love! Got so lost in the moment...yah 'ad me coming so bloody fast, didn't realize what happened. Are yah all right, dearie?" Her face expressed sudden immense concern for the velvety flow down his back and the ragged flesh beneath.
"Oh dear...seems I hurt you more than I expected, love. Lemme clean yah right up." She made to get up, but Sweeney grabbed her ankles, pulling her back down against him.
"It's fine, my pet. Leave it." He growled deeply into her ear.
"Well, if you do insist..." Without another word of protest, Nellie found herself scooped into Sweeney's arms without notice, and in Sweeney's rickety, dusty, poor excuse for a bed in the corner. It hadn't been used, not in 15 years, and she couldn't see why he would want anything to do with such an atrocious piece of furniture now, especially when a plush, luxurious bed was waiting for them downstairs. But she saw the sleep leak into Sweeney's eyes, as he set her down beside him, pulling crusty, ragged sheets over them both. She supposed he couldn't be bothered to carry the two of them down the stairs, not with all the energy exerted between the two of them tonight, and she made no complaint as she curled into his arms.
It was quite a shock, to see Sweeney's eyes close before hers, when it she who was the one anxious to fall asleep each night usually. But tonight, she was the one watching over Sweeney's sleeping form, a slight smile cracking on her face, as she gazed upon the man she loved and loved since the beginning of life. She realized what a funny thing love was, just then. That another human could expel such strong, positive emotions for another, with no reason or doubt. Nothing to justify it. It just was, and it just happened. And it was rather startling, she thought, to think how acts of love could be twisted around, and forced upon another, unwilling participant.
Her mind, of course, was on the rape she experienced earlier in the evening. Why she did not tell Sweeney of it, she did not know then. But she had heard a sudden voice in her mind tell her that it was to protect him. Of what, she wasn't sure. But she had listened to it. Would she tell him? It's probably not necessary, not with 'is temper. Stupid man, would ravage the whole city of London to find the man who did this to me, just to make 'imself feel a little better. No, Nellie thought. Best to leave such dark secrets hidden inside herself. But if she had only known then, that a secret as black and spiteful as tar is bound to surface sooner or later...in one form or another.
Well, that was like the longest thing I've ever written, even though it wasn't very long haha. I don't want anyone to think this is a filler chapter, that I just threw in some Sweenett sex for no reason (although Sweenett sex doesn't need a reason to be written haha) because it was a somewhat crucial part. You guys just don't know it yet haha. A lot of bits and pieces surely don't make a lot of sense right now, I understand, but most everything will come together by the end, I have no doubt about that.
Well, I hope I'll have another chapter up quicker, but for now, how a lovely, sexy-ful Sweenett Christmas everyone! :D
xxxxx Melissa
