A/N: You are all so kind with your reviews. Thank you so much, it means a lot for me and makes me want to keep writing. I love you all 3

I'm overwhelmed with Helena feelings from the Oscars and I guess you are all feeling the same :)

Well, I'm gonna torture you a little more and give you more feelings. Ready?


Sweeney was looking at her with wide eyes. He hadn't blinked one time during the baker's speech. She had talked slowly while her tears rolled down across her face and the barber had listened to every single word, overwhelmed by her story. She was accusing his darling Lucy, his naïve angel, of murdering her unborn child; he had felt bad for the baker when she was talking about Albert beating her, but when she had told him the part about her fight with Lucy, he didn't know what to think.

Sweeney stood up and walked towards the window; he stared at the street, trying to think. Mrs. Lovett was ecstatic on the barber chair, crying softly, scratching her hands.

Sweeney cleared his throat, and not turning around to face her, spoke:

-How does the judge know? – His voice was low and dangerous. His hands were behind his back, his knuckles white. She could tell he was trying not to murder her in that moment.

Mrs. Lovett fought back her tears and stood up, walking slowly to the barber and staying behind him.

-Turpin came often to see your wife. One day, Lucy told me she couldn't live here anymore and she was leaving with Turpin. She moved to his house. With your daughter. Two days after, Turpin came to my shop and told me Lucy had told him about Albert. She saw me through the window. He said someday I would pay for it. - Nellie was crying again, shivering behind the barber, who kept staring through the window.

-When he came to my shop the other day, he told me Johanna had left with that sailor boy, and he wanted me to be his… personal whore. – She sobbed louder, burying her face on her hands. – He told me I have to move with him and serve and pleasure him. And if I don't, he will put me in Bedlam. – She couldn't keep talking, she couldn't breathe.

Sweeney turned around to face her, and grabbed her shoulders tightly, shaking her.

-My Lucy isn't like that! She would never do those things! She would never move with Turpin willingly! You are lying to me! – The pain of his words made Nellie cry even harder.

He grabbed the razor from his belt and put it across her throat. The baker felt like he was stabbing her heart.

-No! Mr. T! I swear it, I'm not lying! I couldn't lie about this! Please you have to believe me! – Nellie was paralyzed by fear. She knew the barber wouldn't believe her. But Lucy wasn't the precious beautiful girl he thought she was. And he deserved to know.

-Get out! Get out and never come to my shop! Never! – He left her go, passing a shaking hand through his hair.

The baker ran away to her parlor and locked herself on her room. She lied on her bed and cried loudly. She was having a panic attack: she couldn't breathe and couldn't stop crying.

The moment the baker left the barber shop, Sweeney threw his razor to the floor and fell on his knees. It couldn't be possible. It couldn't be real. His Lucy was an angel. She would never do that… he began to cry. It was the first time in years he had cried. His anger and confusion was too high to deal with it. His entire world was crashing down. Nellie hadn't any reason to lie to him, but it just couldn't be real. He took the picture of Lucy and Johanna and threw it against the wall, breaking it into pieces. He remained on the floor, crying his heart out. The baker had lost everything, just like him. But he had lost it by an evil man; she had lost it by his beloved wife! It couldn't be. The naïve Benjamin had never thought about her in any evil way. She was the most caring adorable creature on earth. But Eleanor was it too. She had been so helpful with them… he couldn't believe it. And one thought came to his mind; she had been in love with him. When he was Benjamin. Fifteen years ago.

He kept crying for like it seemed like hours to him, his head spinning with all the mixed thoughts he was experiencing. He noticed a cut on his hand from the picture glass. But he didn't care. He was experiencing so many feelings… mixed feelings about his wife, his baker, his entire life as Benjamin.

It couldn't be true, but it couldn't be a lie either. Nellie was smart enough for knowing he couldn't lie to him. And the evidence was there, on the visits of the judge and the shocked face the baker had given him.

With tears still staining his handsome face, the barber stood up and began to walk downstairs, holding himself on the banister. He stopped by the living room, took the bottle from the sleeping arms of Toby and drank a gulp of gin. When he stopped trembling, he headed to the baker's bedroom.

When he turned the knob he noticed the door was closed; but he could hear the sobbing of the baker.

He knocked the door and the sobbing stopped. But he didn't hear any movement. He knocked again, and heard soft steps towards the door. But the baker didn't say anything.

He knocked for the third time and Mrs. Lovett answered a soft "who is it".

-Nellie… it's me… let me come in. please. – He leaned his head towards the door, touching it with his forehead.

-Mr. T… You are here to kill me. I'm not opening the door. – She began to sob again.

-No, Nellie, please. I only want to talk to you. – The weakness on his voice gave her enough confidence to open the door slightly.

Her face was covered in tears and smeared make up.

-What do you want? – There was a hint of fear on her voice. But then she saw the barber's face, covered in tears as hers. His eyes were red and his face was all wet.

He opened the door abruptly and wrapped his arms around her waist, embracing her.

-I'm sorry, Nellie, I'm so sorry.

They were both crying now. The baker buried her face on his chest and cried. He tightened his grip on the little woman and cried louder, letting all the pain and anger of the last years come out freely. Both of them were shivering. The arms of the barber were tight around the baker's body. Sweeney felt the weakness of his own legs and landed on his knees on the floor, being followed by Nellie, who was even weaker than him. Sweeney managed to sit on the floor with his legs open and the baker straddled him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He buried his face on the crook of her neck and kept crying, rocking her back and forth. He was caressing her hair and her back while their tears mixed on their faces. All the pain of their lives was reaching the surface, after years of being buried inside their souls. And they let it flow out.

Nellie was caressing his hair too, when the barber leaned back and locked his eyes on hers, still rivers of tears across their cheeks. He lifted a hand and caressed her cheek, trying to dry her tears. Then he cupped it and smiled sadly at her. Her big gleaming eyes were looking at him confused, while her body shivered from the sudden touch. And then, the barber looked down to her lips and closed the distance between them, kissing her. It was a slow gentle kiss, full of pain, and yet full of passion.

She lowered her hand down to his neck, running her nails across it. He parted his lips and caressed her bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entrance. They deepened the kiss, tightening their grip on each other and moving their tongues together. Their kisses grew passionate and Sweeney lifted them up from the floor, with the baker still wrapped around his body. He laid her on the bed in a very gentle manner, and lied beside her. Their bodies moved against each other and their hands ran all over them. Their lips continued locked, sharing the most beautiful kiss the baker had ever received. She was still crying, and he leaned back and took her face on his hands, looking at her eyes. The barber's face was covered by dry rivers of tears now. He closed again the distance between them and kissed her again passionately.

He ran his fingers across her beautiful pale neck, cupping her cheek with his other hand, still kissing her. Her hands were running up and down his chest, and she began to unbutton slowly his shirt, caressing every inch of newly exposed skin. She took her time to remove his shirt off, while he played with the laces of her corset, loosening them slightly.

He kissed the trails of her tears and removed her corset carefully. Lifting her up, he put her in a sitting position and ran his hands across her back. He pressed her against his bare chest and she placed tiny kisses on his skin. She was so wrecked, so devastated, that she let him do everything, like a doll. Leaning back to look at his eyes, Mrs. Lovett lifted up her dress. He helped her and threw it to the floor. She couldn't stop her silent crying, but Sweeney tried to, not stopping his kisses to the baker.

He made her lay down on her back again and unbuttoned his trousers, removing them after throwing his shoes off and leaving only his underwear on. Sweeney planted delicate kisses on her neck and moved down kissing her breasts and stomach. He rolled down her right stocking, caressing her leg and unlacing her boot, removing them and putting them on the floor. He repeated the same operation with her other leg and climbed up to her face to caught her lips with his.

Nellie slipped her fingers on his underwear waist, playing with the skin right below it. He took the hint and rolled down his underwear. Their naked bodies found each other like a perfect puzzle, and he thrust into her gently. She left a soft moan escape her lips and closed her eyes, savoring the warmness of the barber's body. Kissing her neck, Sweeney began to move inside of her in a perfect sync, embracing her body. They moved together and the world stopped spinning; they forgot for a moment about Lucy, Albert, Turpin and all their miseries.

Devouring each other's mouth, increasing the pace of their love making, they climaxed together.

Sweeney lay down on top of her and caressed her cheek, burying his head between her breasts. She stroked his hair, and he rolled off of her and lay at her side.

When the bliss of the climax went down, Nellie found herself crying again. Sweeney kissed her forehead and she hugged him. Tightening his grip on the baker's body, he whispered softly on her ear.

-Why didn't you tell me before? – A single tear from the barber landed on Nellie's forehead. She lifted her head up and kissed him on the cheek.

-You know you wouldn't have believed me, love.

-We don't know that, Nellie. I still don't know what to think. – He was absently caressing her arm up and down.

-What do you mean?

-I believe you. But Lucy… I loved her so much…

She glanced down, avoiding his eyes. Lucy was a spoiled brat who didn't care about anybody. And he deserved to know.

-I know, Mr. T. but she wasn't like you thought… - she regretted those words immediately. But, to her surprise, he didn't take them bad.

-It's not your fault, Nellie. And the judge…

She shivered in his arms when the judge came to her mind. He noticed it and tightened his embrace, caressing her back. She fought back her tears. Too much tears for a single day… she was exhausted of suffering. She tried to speak, but she wasn't capable.

-Don't worry my pet. I won't let him do that to you. We'll fix it.

She looked at his eyes and smiled sadly. He kissed her with caring and embraced her naked body, putting the covers over them. Silence filled the room while the first rays of dawn entered through the curtains.

When Nellie was reaching her sleep, Sweeney awoke her.

-We have lost everything, Mrs. Lovett. – He looked down at her with watery eyes. Her heart melted a little bit.

-we still have each other, love.

-I suppose…

-I love you, Mr. T. – her voice was barely a whisper, but he heard it. However, he didn't answer.


A/N: that's it. what do you think? Honestly, I ended up crying at the end while I was writing. It has been the most difficult chapter to write until now because it was all so sad and there was so much pain... I hope you have enjoyed it. I plan to write a wilder sex scene between them. But as I see it, this one is perfect for their first time. Review please! I'm anxious to read your oppinions! I love you all!