Hello again! I'm back.
Here it's chapter four… I know it's been quite a long time, but I've rather busy last week…
I hope you enjoy it!!
M thing at the end of the chapter… ^_^
Sweeney dashed out slamming the door of his parlor behind him. Mrs. Lovett heard the bang seated in her living room where he had left her coughing and trying to catch her normal breathing, her cheeks still flushed due to the small fight they had just had.
She remained silent, seated there, doing nothing, thinking nothing, as her fingertips brushed her lips slightly. The savour of his lips still over hers… She sighed and pulled down the hem of her skirts that were still over her knees
'Mum?' Toby's voice brought her back to reality 'Are you all right?' the boy asked timidly, his little head stuck out of the door.
She straightened herself in the couch and nodded.
'What had happened, mum? I… We… I mean everybody in the shop saw Mr. T grabbing you hard and then… He emerged violently from here to his room…'
'Everything is all right, dear' she stood up and smoothed out her dress, tightened her corset and placer her curled locks in place. 'You know how Mr. T is…' she bit her lower lip '… when he wants something, he wants it in the very moment…' she smiled to the boy.
'You know he is not a good man…'
'You don't have to worry about me, Toby' he looked concerned. She was sure that the barber had left the marks of his fingers in her neck when he had almost choked her minutes ago. The boy didn't seem convinced and was about to speak again. 'I'm fine Toby!' she frowned. 'We still have customer out there, boy!'
'Yes ma'am!' the boy shook his head and ran out.
Mrs. Lovett dropped herself on the couch again. The boy was right. That relationship was not doing well to her but she couldn't help love him. The more violent he was, the more she loved him…He was what she had always wanted…
'Mr. T, what am I going to do with you?'
Sweeney entered the room violently, slamming the door behind him. He wanted to kick everything, to break the mirror, the chair… Unable to contain his rage, he thumped the table with his fist. It hurt but he didn't care. He wanted blood. Blood always calmed his temped down. Blood always did good to him…
Holding his fist with his other hand, he walked to the door and turned the little sing from Closed to Open, hoping that any of the costumers in Mrs. Lovett shop would go upstairs for the closest shave in London.
He seated in his barber chair and waited, trying not to think about Mrs. Lovett. But he couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, she was there, smiling at him, her face framed with her auburn curls, her shoulders and cleavage exposed to him so innocently…
'NO!' he muttered 'bloody bitch!' her trousers were starting to feel uncomfortable as another flash of a naked Mrs. Lovett lying in her bed crossed his mind…
The bell of the shop tinkled and he sighed in relieve.
He greeted the old man politely, taking his coat and hat and guided him to his barber chair, an evil grin in his lips. He was going to enjoy that.
The man was Mr. Lewis.
Mrs. Lovett returned to her shop under the watchful eye of her costumers. She felt hot in her cheeks and ears as she tried to smile as nothing had happened some minutes ago. A small woman called her but the baker tried to ignore her, fetching more pies from the oven and placing them along the tables. It was the busybody of the neighbourhood.
'Toby' she whispered 'we're closing early today, ok?'
The boy nodded.
'So, when we finish with this batch of pies, we're done for today!'
'Mum, you don't look good. You're paler than ever'
'I'm fine dear. Just tired. That's why we are closing earlier today'
The boy nodded again and helped her with the pies. The woman called for her again and Mrs. Lovett advanced to her table.
'How are you, dear?' he asked a bit rudely 'Do you like the pies? Are they cold?'
'No, no, no, Mrs. Lovett. The food is delicious!' Mrs. Lovett smiled naively.
'Do you want another one?' she asked, placing a little pie in her plate 'We are going to close soon, so you have to enjoy one of the last ones!'
'Thank you dear' she took the pie and took a bit. 'But I wanted to talk to you about Mr. Todd, the barber…'
Mrs. Lovett frowned.
The woman got to the point quickly. 'Is everything alright between you both?'
Mrs. Lovett nodded, her jaw a bit dropped. 'Yes, yes, don't worry about us…'
'Is he hurting you?' a silence 'I mean… Is he forcing you?'
Mrs. Lovett looked at her in disbelief.
'WHAT?' she tried to shoot herself down. 'No! No way!' she was rather disgusted with the chat.
'But he did not treat you well… The whole shop has seen it…'
'He has a strong character, nothing else…'
'Very strong… I see…'
'I think it's nothing of your business!' she was losing her temper.
'Of course it is! We do care about our friends and neighbours!'
'Then, you have nothing to worry about!'
'But…'
'That's all I have to say!' she grumped 'The shop is closed!'
The few customers that were still on the shop looked at Mrs. Lovett in surprise, as she moved between the tables picking up the dirty plates and jug that were left. Mrs. Lovett was clearly disgusted and cursing under her breath. She knew she had been crude, but the woman had made her lost her manners.
'Toby, sweetie, can you help me with the tables outside?' she told the boy as people finished to leave the shop. 'I'll finish here, ok?' the boy gave her a stern look but nodded. He preferred to be outside than with her when she was angry. Mrs. Lovett saw the look in his face. 'I'm sorry Toby…'
'You don't have to apologize…'
'Help me to finish with the cleaning and you'll have a nice glass of gin!' she didn't want him to drink but…
'Thanks ma'am!!' and he ran out of the shop, cloth in hand.
She smiled. Toby was a good boy.
'What can I do for you today, Mr. Lewis? Stylish trimming of the hair? Soothing skin massage? Sit sir. Sit.' Sweeney was grinning intimidatingly but the man couldn't see him as he had her back turned to the barber. Rage was still bubbling inside him, hammering on his temples… Flashes of Mrs. Lovett appeared every time he blinked…
'You're very kind, Mr. Todd.' The man seated in the chair, allowing Sweeney to place a sheet over his chest. 'But just a shave today, Mr. Todd.'
'Or course, sir. The closest you'll ever get…'
Sweeney Todd moved to his cabinet and took the shaving foam and one of his sharpest razors and walked to the man again. He was anxious, worshiping the glistening metal that soon would be covered with those precious rubies…
'How are you, Mt. Todd?'
Sweeney was not in the mood for a chat but he mumbled a Fine, thanks, and you? to his costumer as he started to spread the lather over Mr. Lewis' face.
'I was talking to your landlady about you when you entered the room.... Mrs. Lovett is a great woman, isn't she?'
Mrs. Lovett again. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, her body, her blood, her blood…
Sweeney tightened the grip around his razor so hard that his knuckles turned white. He spoke trying to control the rage in his voice.
'Yes, she is… Very kind and open… Minded' he pressed the razor to the man's chin, carefully, gently but firmly, shaving this part of his face.
'And beautiful! I'd like my wife to be like her…'
Beautiful. Of course she was. The thought of another man thinking that Mrs. Lovett was beautiful made him angry, a twinge of jealousy in his stomach. His hand trembled and he nicked Mr. Lewis' chin, drawing a small line of blood there.
The man whimpered.
'Be careful, Mr. Todd!'
'I'm sorry, Sir. It slipped a little. But it is fine, no blood in here.' He continued moving the razor over his face. 'Let me proceed…' he said through clenched teeth.
'So, you both are together? I mean, are you dating Mrs. Lovett?' the man moved his head to the left to allow the barber to shave that part 'Excuse me if I'm going to far…'
'No, no, Mr. Lewis! Don't worry!' he was close to the breaking point. He could hear it in his voice. 'No, we aren't in a sentimental relationship… She's just my landlady!'
'That's a pity!' he said in shock 'Such a beautiful and charming woman… You should take care of her Mr. Todd, before any other man…'
His temples were hammering again, his heart pounding out of his chest; his rage and his desire for blood were unbearable…
'In fact, Mr. Lewis' he hissed dangerously 'I'm more than a date to Mrs. Lovett' he pressed the razor to his throat 'I do FUCK Mrs. Lovett!'
An O was drawn in Mr. Lewis' lips as Sweeney glided the razor over his neck, drawing a deep and long slash along it, cutting his esophagus and blood vessels, spilling the old man's blood, spattering it all over Sweeney's face and shirt The barber delighted himself in the sounds the man was making as he choked while the blood gushed out… The barber could see the envy in the old man's eyes as his life let him… But his rage was not eased at all so he grabbed the razor tightly and stabbed the man repeatedly all over his body, ripping from his throat to his belly, thrilled with all the blood a man could drip over him...
Sweeney moved apart from the man to contemplate his work of art, resting his back against the wall, blood draining off his hair and clothes... He smiled. For the first time during all day, he feel relaxed, so he slipped himself to the floor where he sat down, legs crossed, looking at the dead body in the chair.
It was true. Blood calmed him down.
At the very same moment, the door burst open and Mrs. Lovett entered the barber's parlour in a rush, breaking Sweeney's moment of peace. The barber moved his eyes apart reluctantly from the dying form that lied still in the chair to her landlady. She was staring in shock at the mass of meat, guts and blood that was in the chair and turned to him, jaw dropped.
'What?' she asked in a high pitched voice 'Are you crazy?' she looked at him in disbelief 'You have killed Mr. Lewis!'
Sweeny rolled his eyes. The calm was over.
'Yes...' was all he mumbled, not looking at her, eyes fixed in the rubies that still dripped from the man wounds.
'It was my best costumer...'
'And the one who came for a shave in the worst day...'
'But...'
'But he touched you... He deserved to die, Mrs. Lovett!'
'What? Since when do you care about me?'
She was closer to him, squatting by his side. He didn't answer nor looked at her as he stood up and pressed the pedal of the chair, letting the slaughter felt down to the bake house.
'What is wrong with you?' she stood up straight again, hands in hips.
'You! Leave me!'
'I'm not bloody leaving!' she shouted at him. He looked at her pop-eyed.
'LEAVE ME!' she saw his fingers clenched around the razor and moved backwards scared. She tilted her hear to the right to look at him, not knowing what to do or say…
'I'm sorry, Mr. T…' she whispered 'I didn't want to upset you…'
He was mad at her and she knew it. She had entered his personal space in a very intimate moment…
'I just meant… Someone has to clean all this mess…'
'Go and fetch your tools!' he said through gritted teeth.
Mrs. Lovett disappeared out of the room and he realised how much she can change his mood.
Sweeney Todd went to the window and stared outside, to the dirty streets of London, waiting for her.
Mrs. Lovett entered the room quietly some minutes later and knelt down, taking a damp cloth from a bucket and started to rub the wooden planks vigorously, having quick looks at him to make sure he was starting to calm himself down.
She rubbed the floor for a long time, wiping out the blood that was smearing the room. Her hands were starting to hurt and now, her arms and hands were the ones covered in blood. His precious rubies were difficult to clean…She looked at him 'Mr. T?' her voice was less than a whisper. He didn't move or look at her but she proceeded 'Could you pass me that dry cloth? To finish…' But he was not listening.
Mrs. Lovett raised herself and moved to him, placing one of her cold and stained hands over her arm, blood was dried and sticky in his shirt and skin.
'Come on, love. I've already finished the room. Come downstairs and I'll give you clean clothes…' she bit her lower lip'… and you can have a bath…' She took his hand and he allowed her, guiding him downstairs. He was totally lost in his thoughts.
Mrs. Lovett took him downstairs and through the empty rooms of her house, holding his hand tightly. She pushed him into the bathroom and closed the door behind them. Toby was sleeping, passed out and snoring loudly, but she didn't want to wake him up anyway.
'Sweeney…' she called as she started to fill the tub with lukewarm water. He looked at her, she was more beautiful than ever, absentminded, getting the tub ready for him; her hair was a mess like always but some dark locks were free and wild, making a delightful contrast with her creamy skin, her cleavage was more exposed than ever due to the cleaning…
'Mrs. Lovett…' she looked at him through heavy eyelids in the steamy room, making him feel uncomfortable. 'Come here…' blood was still covering his face. She gave him a disapproving look '… Please…' the words left his mouth unconsciously.
She smiled and reached for his hand. He pulled from it and she stumbled in his arms.
Their eyes locked for a moment, but she saw he was not totally there. She took a wet towel and started to wipe the blood of his beautiful face, placing a chatty kiss on his lips; then her hands started to unbutton his shirt slowly, pushing it over his shoulders, touching and kissing every inch of his exposed skin. He didn't stop her, his arms around her slim waist, so she kissed him again, teasing a little his nipples with her tongue. A small moan escaped his lips and she smiled against his skin, as she stroked the sides of his body carefully, enjoying his skin, memorizing every fold of his muscles…
She started to work on his belt, undoing it and tossing it to the floor where his shirt was already, sliding his trousers down his legs. She knelt in front of him to take his shocks and shoes off. Mrs. Lovett looked up, searching for his eyes but she couldn't help notice how hard he was. She bit her lower lip and placing her fingertips in the waistband of his underpants, she slid them off too. For the first time, he was totally naked in front of her while she was wearing all her clothes and she couldn't suppress a giggle…
Sweeney was still absent and she shook her head. His mind was not there but his body definitively was, so she reached and touched the tip of his manhood with his finger, making him shiver… She smiled. She was determined to bring him back to reality although it was quite risky knowing his temper…
She licked her lips, stuck out his tongue and flicked it over the tip of his shaft, barely touching him while her finger started to rub slowly up and down his length, licking a little up and down his sides. She parted her lips and raising her body a little, took the end of him in his mouth. His eyes locked with hers in that very same moment, lust filled. She continued what she was doing, using her tongue to lick the sensitive spot underneath the ridge of the head, not looking away from him.
Sweeney parted his lips and an unwitting moan escaped his lips. Mrs. Lovett smiled and proceed down his manhood as far as she could, relaxing her jaw and neck as much as possible and moved her hand to the base, stroking there with her thumb and forefinger as she started to move her mouth up and down his length slowly...
Her other hand moved up his torso and to his lips, drawing the line of his mouth with her fingertips. He caught one of them in his mouth and sucked it harder as she did between his legs, placing his hands on her hair, entwining his fingers in her curls.
Mrs. Lovett could hear his moans and cries of pleasure as she moved her head up and down his manhood, feeling the pressure his hands were doing in his head, she opened her mouth as much as she could and moved up and down faster, caressing every inch of his skin with her tongue playfully.
'Nellie…' he moaned. And she knew she had now his whole attention.
The baker took his length out of his mouth and caressed it slowly, teasing him. He looked at her, his eyes darkened by arousal, hers lustfully tormenting him.
He placed his hands in her head again, stroking her hair and pulled her to him again but she put resistance, teasing him with her fingertips.
'Harder then…' he mumbled as he placed one of his hands over hers, forcing her to move her hand as he wanted.
'I know how to do it!' Mrs. Lovett took away her hand and leaned again to him, kissing his tip and taking him fully in her mouth again.
He moved faster, holding her head. She moved faster, licking and kissing all over until he came, hot and thick, in her mouth.
She moved backwards, staring at him, his face contorted in a pleasure filled grimace.
He leaned against the wall to keep his balance and she rested her back against the tube, licking her lips clean, wiping out her mouth with the back of her hand.
'Nellie…' she looked at him with those big dark eyes. '…Come here…'
She nodded innocently and stood up, closing the gap between them. Sweeney held her closer in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. The barber raised Mrs. Lovett in his strong arms, carrying her into her bedroom and lied her down in the mattress, her little body quivering with anticipation and giggled inoffensively. He placed a blissful kiss on her lips.
'What have you done to me? You dirty little girl…'