And here is where we get slightly smutty. I hope I don't offend anyone. You've been warned, my lovelies.
Sweeney's rough, strong hands pulled from the dough, taking Mrs. Lovett's much smaller paws with them. Continuing to kiss and suck the milky white flesh of her neck, Sweeney wrapped his arms around her mid-section, her arms crossed under his. His tongue made its way back up to her ear, biting down on the lobe with force, before commanding "Turn around," his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. He smiled smugly at her body's response. This will be easier than I thought, she's weak.
Following his command, Nellie turned around quickly in his arms, and used both hands on his hard chest to push him against the wall behind them. They hit the shelves with a hard thud, and dust flew in the air around them. Sweeney growled into her mouth, as there lips latched together again. Perhaps she was stronger than he thought. Determined to be the dominant force, the barber turned them around and pushed Nellie against the wall. His hands came up to weave through her short black bob, pulling her head back roughly as he dropped his head to suck on her neck.
A soft purr was his reward, which only encouraged him more. He pushed her black cardigan off her arms roughly, and pulled out his friend to slice through the ties of her apron. He pulled the remains of the white garment over her head, before grabbing her around the middle and pulling her back to him with a growl. She jumped a little to wrap her legs around his waist, so that he supported her weight completely. Her chunky heels dug into his back, the pain added to his growing arousal.
Sweeney crossed over to the counter, setting her shapely rear down on top of the flour-dusted surface, beside the now forgotten lump of dough. He kissed the tops of her breasts, above the mesh of her top. She threw her head back in pleasure, questioning her own sanity.
Is this really 'appenin? 'e loves me! I knew 'e loved me. I always knew, I did!
Sweeney was finding this seduction easier than he anticipated. She was putty in his hands, and well he wasn't exactly hating it either. He rubbed his hand up her thighs underneath her tight black skirt that barely allowed room for him. Capturing her mouth in another kiss, he resumed his work beneath her skirt by touch only. He reached the top of her stocking and ripped off the clip holding them to her underwear. She squeaked as the material came back to slap her thigh. He did the same with her right stocking, rolling both down her legs, a hand on each. Once they were around her ankles, he wrapped his arms around her midsection, lifting her up so she could grab at her skirt in fistfuls, pushing it around her waist.
He dropped her back on the counter, grabbing a breast in each hand to force her onto her back, flour puffing up around them. She was completely submissive, letting him have her anyway he wanted, so long as he was with HER and not Lucy.
"Say me name," she asked him sweetly, her hands on the top of his smooth pale head.
"Nellie..." He hissed onto her breast and he nibbled at her nipple through the fabric. She moaned loudly, wanting him to mean what he was saying.
"Say it again," she whispered timidly, terrified to send him into another fit of rage.
"Mrs. Lovett," he took his time to growl each syllable, anger tainting his tone. He moved his kisses down her still clothed stomach, conveniently skipping over the place between her hips to bite into her naked thigh.
She arched her back off the counter with a soft moan. "My," he growled loudly "Nellie Lovett," his voice filled the room like thick smoke. He nipped at her other thigh.
'E called me "his" and 'e said me name without me askin' 'im. She relaxed back onto the counter, warm hot anticipation boiling between her thighs as Mr. Todd hooked his fingers under her black panties. He froze and looked up at her. Feeling his gaze bearing into her, she craned her neck to see him. He slowly slid the fabric down her legs, intoxicating electricity passing between their locked eyes.
His face was still twisted in anger, and Nellie began to wonder if it always looked like that. He broke their eye contact to look straight at her most private place, and Nellie suddenly felt insecure and vulnerable before him. The corners of his mouth curled up in a smile she'd rarely seen the sullen barber wear.
"Mine," he blew the word out onto her and she shivered in pleasure.
He began to close in on her wet heat when the bells above the door chimed.
"Bloody 'ell" Nellie snapped up quickly, jumped off the counter and turned around to face the intruder.
"Mum?" Toby questioned, his eyes wide with curiosity. Completely unaware of what he had walking in on, Toby stood at the front of the shop waiting for an answer.
Nellie's mind was somewhere else though, happier now than she thought she could have ever been.
Mine. His warm voice filled her mind, heating up her entire body. A smile crept up on her face, and she grabbed Sweeney's cold, strong hand behind the counter.
"Yes, Toby? What is it yuh need?"