Sweeney was the first to wake bright and early the next morning. He wasn't too surprised to find Mrs. Lovett with all four limbs completely wrapped around him, but sighed nonetheless as he sat up in bed. He gently unwrapped her legs from around his waist and moved her so that she was laying on her back. Although he could tolerate her snuggling while they were reading, he definitely didn't like being suffocated by her all the time. Looking at the clock on the wall, the barber ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. He decided not to wake the baker yet, he couldn't bring himself to do it. She looked so peaceful when she was asleep, and a small smile tugged on the corners of his lips as he admired the way her auburn hair shot out of her head at every possible angle. Her off-white satin nightgown had hitched up slightly while he was moving her, and now rested on her hip bone, allowing him to get just a glimpse of her lacy black knickers.
Shaking his head, Sweeney got up from bed and walked across the room, trying to forget about the baker for the moment and get on with his morning routine. He washed his face and changed his shirt, then put on his holster and got to work sharpening his razors one by one. It was another hour before Mrs. Lovett woke up.
"Hhhmmmm," She hummed as she rubbed her eyes and languidly stretched out in bed. She had forgotten where she was until she looked around and realized exactly where she was. "Oh...good morning, Mr. T," She said, sitting up and pulling her nightgown down when she saw the barber staring at her from the opposite side of the room.
"Morning," He mumbled, glancing back down at the razor in his hand and continuing his work.
"You ought to let me clean the windows in 'ere one day. God forbid you let any light in through those dingy ol' things."
"You've been awake for less than a minute and you're already running your mouth," Sweeney mumbled with a frown.
Mrs. Lovett smirked fondly and began to get out of bed.
"Y'know if you ever...if you can't sleep, you're welcome to come downstairs next time…" She offered as she picked her book off of the floor and wrapped a blanket over her shoulders.
"No thank you," He sighed.
"Thanks for letting me spend the night, anyway. I'll get out of your hair now," She mumbled, walking closer and giving him a small kiss on the cheek before returning to her room downstairs.
Once downstairs, she changed and did her hair, unable to stop thinking of the barber upstairs. She couldn't believe he let her spend the night. He had been so patient and caring with her lately, that she really had no choice but to believe that he was actually starting to care for her. Not a lot, perhaps, but enough. He didn't cuddle or hold her, but he didn't push her away either, and she was amazed by that. And on top of that, he was teaching her how to read. It was truly an incredible feeling. She had her dignity back now, and felt as if she had something new to live for now. Every new word in her vocabulary unlocked a door to new ideas that she never even thought possible. She couldn't get enough of it. So, deciding to take the day off, Mrs. Lovett sat down in the parlour and read the entire day.
By the time Sweeney came down that afternoon, she had already finished A Tale of Two Cities, and was standing at her bookshelf trying to decide on what to read next.
"Studying on your own, I see," The barber observed as he walked in and sat down.
"Oh...yes. I finished that one," She mumbled, pointing to the book on the coffee table.
"Really?" Sweeney arched his eyebrow. They had had nearly a hundred pages to go when they stopped, and he knew she wasn't a particularly fast reader either.
"Yes. I didn't work today, I wanted to finish my book. I can't stand being left in suspense like that! I was a bit disappointed by the ending, though. It was so violent. And Carton was a nice man. Why did he have to die, Sweeney?" She said with a sigh, still turned toward the bookshelf.
"To prove a point."
"What point?"
"Life is unfair. Revolution stops for no man. Nothing good comes from glorifying a martyr."
"Well that's depressing. I don't think I like that Dickens man."
Sweeney scoffed a bit at that and shook his head.
"I want to read something more interesting now. What about this?"
Finally turning around, Mrs. Lovett came to the sofa and handed Sweeney her copy of Frankenstein with a wide smile.
Sweeney took the book and stared at the cover for a moment before shrugging and nodding.
"Alright. Shall we start?" He asked, opening up to the first page before looking back to the baker.
"Um, well actually...y'see, I've been reading all day...my eyes are sorta tired...I was hoping maybe this time you could just read to me?" She asked nervously.
Sweeney frowned when Mrs. Lovett suggested that he read. He hated reading aloud, it felt childish and stupid, and he always got bored. "I don't know, pet…"
"Please? I'll still be learning...I'll listen to every word, I promise," She begged with a small pout.
Rolling his eyes, Sweeney looked down at the book once more.
"You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings…"
Mrs. Lovett smiled triumphantly as Sweeney began to read to her, and relaxed into the sofa as she listened to his words. His voice was strong and sharp and gruff, and she just couldn't get enough of it.
She listened to the story for about twenty minutes before getting bored and restless. She laid her head on his shoulder like she had become accustomed to doing when they read together, but after a minute or so, she decided she wanted more contact. Making as little movement as possible, Mrs. Lovett gently shifted so that she was laying horizontal on the couch with her head in Sweeney's lap.
Sweeney didn't think much at first when he felt Mrs. Lovett moving. He knew she was very restless sometimes, but when he felt her sliding up against him and resting her head on his legs, he began to tense up. It was much more intimate than he would've liked, but he didn't exactly know what to do to get her to move. He was past the point of trying to be mean to her anymore, and didn't want to make things awkward so, taking a deep breath, he focused on the pages in front of him and began to move.
Mrs. Lovett smiled slightly when she heard Sweeney pause for a moment but then continue. Knowing she was safe now, the baker closed her eyes and got comfortable as she listened to the story. Every now and then she would stop him and ask him what a word meant or to explain certain sentences, but she kept her eyes closed the whole time. She fiddled with her hair a bit when she felt like moving, but after an hour and a half of reading, she began to get a bit bored.
"Mr. T… I think I've 'ad enough for now," She mumbled, reaching up and gently wrapping her fingers around his wrist to get his attention.
Stopping mid sentence, Sweeney looked down at Mrs. Lovett with a sigh and slowly put the book down on the sofa beside him.
There was silence for a moment, before Mrs. Lovett moved to sit up, keeping her hand on the barber's lap.
"Actually, I've been thinkin'... you've been so kind to me this past week, and I've nothing to offer in return…"
Shifting uncomfortably, Sweeney gulped and shook his head. "I don't want anything. Reading is a basic necessity," He said with a frown.
"Yeah, but surely I could give you something," A small smirk tugged on Mrs. Lovett's lips as she gently rubbed his thigh.
"I...I don't...you shouldn't…" Sweeney stuttered, suddenly paralysed under the baker's touch.
Staying silent, Mrs. Lovett gracefully lowered herself onto the floor and put her hands on his knees, beginning to stroke them as she looked up at his face again.
Sweeney bit his lip, mentally screaming at himself to get up and leave. He knew he really shouldn't let her continue. Nothing good could ever come out of this. He could never look at her the same way. They were supposed to be reading for Christ's sake, and now she was in front of him giving him that look with those stupidly tantalizing eyes. Yet part of his brain stopped him from storming out the door. It couldn't be too bad, could it? It wasn't actual sex, so he wasn't technically doing anything wrong. Like Mrs. Lovett said, this was his reward for being her teacher. Perhaps just this once it was alright.
While the barber was stuck in his indecisiveness, Mrs. Lovett had already taken action, so the next time he looked down, his pants were at his ankles and his knees were spread apart, allowing her for better access.
Mrs. Lovett, unlike Sweeney, had no regrets. She wasn't exactly the most modest woman to begin with, and knew that a simple blowjob would get her foot in the door for later. Although the reading was nice and all, she wanted a proper relationship, and this was the only way she could think to get it.
When she looked up again, Mr. Todd's face was bright red and he was staring across the room at the fireplace with the most intensity she'd ever seen.
"Sweeney, you gotta breathe, love," She reminded him, not looking away until she saw him inhale, causing his face to turn more of a pinkish shade now.
Without further hesitation, Mrs. Lovett took the barber's erected member in her hand and gently gripped his shaft. She gave him a few good strokes to make sure he was nice and hard before leaning forward and gently sucking on his tip.
Although it wasn't her first time doing this, it had been a while. Not that Sweeney could tell, of course. In fact, as far as she could tell, the barber was quite enjoying his little treat. Although his face was still slightly flushed, his mouth hung slightly open and his eyebrows were creased, creating what she assumed to be a grimace of pleasure.
She happily teased him with her tongue for a while, circling his tip in alternating directions before giving it a small kiss. She licked a stripe from the base to the tip and quickly found that if she applied feather light pressure to one particular spot on the underside just under the rim of his tip, he completely lost it.
"Oh, fuck," He mumbled under his breath, arching his back and pushing his hips forward.
Mrs. Lovett nearly giggled at this, but had to remind herself to remain calm. After teasing him for a few more minutes, she decided to show some mercy and take him fully in her mouth. The first time she took him all in, she had to pull back for a moment, and nearly gagged when he hit the back of her throat. It wasn't that he was particularly big (or small, for that matter), but the baker happened to have a very tiny jaw and wasn't used to these things. Nonetheless, she tried again, and did much better on her second attempt. She slowly picked up a rhythm and began to bob her head back and forth.
She could hear Sweeney's labored breath and absolutely loved when he grunted or swore from time to time. Although her actions got a bit repetitive and boring, she forced herself to keep going. She tried to be spontaneous, and expiremented a little bit with using her teeth, which she also found drove Sweeney up the wall. After another few minutes, she could tell the barber was very close, so she took him fully in her mouth once again, and moved as fast as she could.
She was surprised, however, when she felt a pair of hands clutching her hair and tugging her forward. She looked up at Sweeney, but his eyes were shut as he gripped the baker's head and thrusted hard into her mouth. Mrs. Lovett's eyes widened, but she kept her mouth open and let him have his way. After a few more thrusts, he took her head and forced himself all the way inside of her before stilling as his muscles tensed and he released in her mouth. Mrs. Lovett stayed perfectly still and obediently swallowed as she stared up at Mr. Todd.
By the time he let go of her head and pulled out, Mrs. Lovett was gasping for air. She fell backwards onto the floor and sucked in harsh breaths. Once her breathing was calmed down, she sat up and wiped the mixture of saliva and semen from her mouth and chin with the back of her hand.
"Did you like that?" She asked, unable to believe that she had just given the love of her life a blowjob.
"...yeah," Sweeney replied breathlessly, still feeling quite hazy.
"I should um...go," He said after another minute, reaching down to pull his pants up.
Mrs. Lovett nodded and smiled slightly as she got up from the floor.
"Same time tomorrow, then?"
