A/N: I am so happy that all of you like it. I know I should proof read and check my stuff normally I'm good about it but right now I am just getting the chapters out and trying to make them as perfect as I can for the time being. Every one makes mistakes. I'm still trying to figure out where this is all going so just sit tight and enjoy what comes at you.
Oh and as a side not that has nothing to do with Sweeney Todd, went and saw Cloverfield tonight, completely terrible.
Toby was tucked safely away in bed, as Mrs. Lovett scurried around the kitchen cleaning what she could. The rain pounded down on the streets and streaked down the shop windows. It had been over 3 hours since she left Mr. Todd standing at the gates of the cemetery and she was starting to worry. She busied herself with simple tasks but couldn't help but glance at the door every so often.
She left the kitchen and slumped in an old chair that was set near the fire. She stared off in to the flickering flames, getting lost in her thoughts. She lost herself in the dancing yellow, red, and orange colors.
She was pulled from her thoughts when she felt soft droplets of water on her shoulder.
"Mr. Todd." She gasped barely above a whisper. He was drenched head to toe. His fingers curled in to tight balls at his side as he stared down at her. His face was pale and smeared slightly with dirt. She let her fingers graze his and felt his body was icy cold. "Mr. Todd can you hear me?" He nodded slight and staggered over to the dying fire.
"I'm so cold." He mumbled and felt his knees buckle under him.
"Mr. T!" She screamed as she watched him fall to the floor. She rushed to his side and pulled his head in to her lap. "Please wake up, let me put you in to bed please."
His eyes fluttered slightly and he stared up at her. Her eyes shimmered with care but behind the love, tiny sparks of fear. He felt her help him to his feet and pushing him in to her bedroom. "Can you stand?" She asked kindly. He nodded slightly. "Need to get you out of the wet clothes love."
She undressed him quickly, trying so hard not to let her fingers linger on his chilled skin. She finished, leaving him in only his undergarments. He fell back on to her soft bed and felt her pull the blankets up to his chin. Her warm fingers brushed his skin and he moaned softly. She pulled away and saw his breathing even as she fell asleep.
"Good night my love." She pressed her lips to his forehead and left him to dream.