Soon the winter began to slowly melt into spring, which allowed the barber and the baker to come up with a whole different set of excuses to spend time together. With the weather getting warmer, Mrs. Lovett found it easier to convince Sweeney to join her outside and read under some tree in the park.

It was nice going out and spending the afternoons in the grass with her head in Sweeney's lap. For the first time, Mrs. Lovett truly felt alive. Sure, she'd felt envigorated whenever she spent time with the love of her life, but feeling the earth beneath her feet and watching the clouds in the sky made her feel a strange sense of importence.

On this particular afternoon, the baker was resting with her hands folded on her stomach and her head in the barber's lap, staring at the drooping branches of the willow tree above them as Sweeney read some poetry. She was reluctant to start on Shakespeare once again, but he hand insisted that Shakespearean sonnets were perfect for an afternoon such as this in the park. A few of them Mrs. Lovett had heard before, and a small smile stretched her lips when she heard the barber's gruff voice utter "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

He paused for a moment and looked down at Mrs. Lovett with an amused smile. "I take it you like this one?"

"It's absolutely lovely," Mrs. Lovett breathed.

"Too romantic, if you ask me."

The baker smirked and shook her head. "I think it's perfect. Go on, keep reading, then! Thou art more lovely and more temperate…"

"Oh, you know it, do you?" Sweeney asked in surprise.

"Well…" The baker shrugged and looked away.

"Recite it for me, then."

Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Lovett nodded and began to recite:

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling-"

"Hold on. I've got an idea."

Raising an eyebrow, Mrs. Lovett turned to Sweeney and looked at him expectantly.

With a devilish smirk, Sweeney leaned in and began to kiss all the way up Mrs. Lovett's neck until he hit the perfect sweet spot right behind her ear that he knew she loved.

"Continue," He growled in her ear as he nipped at her delicate porcelain skin.

Letting out a breath that she didn't know she was holding, Mrs. Lovett tried to stutter out the next part of the sonnet.

"The rough w-winds do shake the...the darling buds of m-may…"

She let out a small whimper as she felt the barber's hand gently tracing up her calf to the inside of her thigh.

"Sweeney, someone will see us," She hissed.

"Why, Mrs. Lovett, whatever do you mean?" He chuckled, moving down to kiss her collar bone. "We're simply having a private poetry reading."

"But what if-"

"We're secluded enough, pet. Don't you fret."

Mrs. Lovett gave the barber a small pout, but slowly tried to remember the next line of the sonnet once again so that he would continue touching her.

"And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the….the eye of heaven sh-shine…"

She trailed off once again as he pressed his lips to her neck and rubbed small circles into her thighs.

"Hmmmm...and often is his...his gold complexion...d-dimmed…"

His hands moved higher with every syllable.

"A-and every fair f-from fair...sometimes...oh, fuck"

Sweeney let out a small breathy laugh as he gently stroked the baker through her already dampened knickers. He pressed a small kiss to the side of her face and finished the line for her.

"Sometimes from fair declines," He reminded her.

Nodding slowly, Mrs. Lovett bit her lip and arched her back slightly before continuing.

"By chance...or...mmmmph...or nature's c-course….ah...untrimm'd"

Nodding in approval, the barber pushed her knickers to the side and gently ran his fingers up and down her sex.

"But...but thy...oh yes...thy eternal s-summer… shall n-not...God….fade."

Sweeney smirked in amusement, beginning to circle her clit for a second before gently sliding one finger into her.

"Nor lose p-possession...oh...of that fair...ah, Christ...thou ow'st"

He efortlessly slid another finger into her and built up a steady rhythm.

"Nor shall...fuck, Sweeney please! Please please please just fuck meeeeeee,"

Sweeney laughed softly at this, but shook his head and removed his hand. "Keep quiet, pet," He mumbled as he leaned back against the tree and undid his trousers.

Mrs. Lovett smiled and glanced quickly over her shoulder to make sure there were no people before hitching her skirts up and gently sinking down on him. They both let out a small groan once he was fully inside her, and the baker let go of her skirts, placing her hands on either side of the barber's head that now rested against the trunk of the tree.

To any passers by, it would simply look as if she were sitting in his lap- still an inappropriate position, but still excusable.

"Finish the sonnet, darling," Sweeney muttered with a small smirk, staring at the look on his lover's face.

"When in eternal lines…ah, Christ," Mrs. Lovett exhaled and let her head drop as she gently ground her hips.

"...to time thou...oh!...grow'st...mmmmm…"

Sweeney let out a sigh of pleasure and leaned his head back against the tree, staring up at the sky for a moment as the baker rode him.

"I'm so close, Sweeney...nearly there...oh god, you feel so good," She tried to make up for her lack of rememberance by speaking whatever came to her mind.

"Then you ought to give me the last line," Sweeney replied with gritted teeth, bringing his hands to her hips and gripping them tightly until she was forced to stop.

Mrs. Lovett let out a whine and pulled up fistfuls of grass as she lost the delicious friction and climbed down from her building climax.

"Um….I dunno, Sweeney, I forgot," She stuttered, visibly beginning to shake as she attempted to continue moving.

"I'm sure you can remember… So long-"

"SO LONG LIVES THIS, AND THIS GIVES LIFE TO THOU!" Mrs. Lovett snapped before immediately beginning to move again and biting down on the barber's shoulder as her came over her.

"Yes, yes, yes, oh yes, oh fuck, God, Jesus, mmmmmmmm yes," She mumbled into her skin as she slammed down onto him again and again.

When she finally felt a rush of warmth between her legs, and stopped her movement and slumped down against the barber, who happily took her in his arms.

They both sat still and enjoyed the afterglow of their coupling.

"It's thee, by the way." Sweeney was the first to speak.

"Huh?"

"You said thou. The last line of the sonnet is 'So long lives this, and this gives life to thee'."

Mrs. Lovett turned her head to stare at Mr. Todd in both annoyance and amusement.

"I bloody hate you."

Sweeney smirked at this and shook this head.

"We'll have to keep working till you get it right."