First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR to you all!!
I'm really sorry this chapter took me a bit too much again, but I'm rather busy lately…
Well, here we go with the chapter!
Some hours later, Sweeney went downstairs looking for his dinner. He was starting to feel hungry and there was no sign of the damned woman and his food. He had cleaned the room and washed away the dried blood from his face and hair. The barber was also wearing some clean clothes and some cologne. For the first time since his return, Sweeney felt that he had the urge to apologize to Mrs. Lovett; he knew he had acted cruelly to her although she didn't deserve it. The lovely baker took care of him every single day even putting his welfare before her health and feelings. She would do anything for him. Anything. And he just took advance of the situation. For the first time in many years, he felt guilty but he couldn't let her see his weakness. He shook his head and entered the pie shop.
'Mrs. Lovett!' he called without result. The shop was in dead silence. 'Mrs. Lovett?' The demon barber called again as he entered the living room behind the counter. She wasn't there either. A lump in his throat. Where was she?
'Nellie?'
He walked then inside the house, thinking how rude he had been with her. What if she had run away from the shop? Away from the boy? Away from him? His heart jolted with that thought. It was impossible.
He walked along the alley, everything was silent and quiet until he realized that her bedroom door was slightly ajar and sighed in relief.
'She must be upset in her room' he thought as he pushed the door open to look inside.
'Nell…' his words were lost when he saw her. Mrs. Lovett was lying in her bed still wearing the same crimson dress she has worn all day and seemingly sleeping. He entered the room, his eyes studying the little sleeping form.
She was lying there beautifully exposed to him. Her back to the door, one of her arms pillowing her head, her legs tangled in the flounces of her skirts revealing the lines of her calves and knees, allowing him to see more than he should.
Sweeney surrounded the bed and knelt in front of her, lighting some candles that were on her bedside table and looking at her lovingly, and pushed away from her face some curls of auburn hair that were lost and still damped from her tears.
'Ah, my pet, you're such a mess…' he whispered and started to take out all the pins she used to tie her hair up, carefully, trying not to prick her. His hand stroked then her cheek, wiping away the salty trail of her tears and she whimpered and stirred a little in her sleep.
Sweeney smiled and moved to the foot of the bed talking to her although he knew he was not going to hear a word.
'Nellie, I've come down to apologize…' He sighed as she moved again. It was going to be more difficult than he had thought. God! She was so beautiful…
He shook his head to wise himself up and started to undo the laces of her boots. He was going to make her more comfortable at least. He took one of her boots off and stroked her tiny foot over her stockings, letting it rest on the bed again. He then took off her other boot, placing them by her wardrobe.
Straight afterwards, her fingers were travelling along her legs, caressing her calves and tangling up in her knees reaching her thighs under her skirt where he worked slowly in her lace garter belts, freeing her stockings and sliding it down her legs. She shivered a little. That familiar cold hands over her body… But her eyes continued closed. She wanted to enjoy every minute of that…
His fingers were massaging her legs slowly, getting gooseflesh on her. She parted her lips, almost unable to suppress a moan.
'Mrs. Lovett…' he felt reluctant to break his touch but moved to sit in the bed next to her, starting to undo the laces and ribbons at the back of her dress '… Nellie…' Slowly, one by one, he undid her corset's laces, exposing the creamy skin of her back '… I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry…' His fingertips brushing slightly the skin of her shoulders and neck '… I shouldn't have said that things to you…' He tossed the garment away '… I'm sorry…' he leaned and kissed her neck, more a rubbing than a real kiss '… I don't deserve you…'
She smiled at his words; eyes still closed and sighed, quivering under his touch but he didn't seem to notice, absorbed in his thoughts and feelings as he was…
He ran his forefinger along her back, still covered with her black underwear corset till he reached the fasteners of her skirts that ruffled as he pushed her body aside to take them out, down her legs and to the floor, resting there in a crimson heap.
The barber stood up to look at her and he flushed a little. It was not the first time he saw her naked or barely covered but it was the situation. She was lying there, defenseless, her pale skin sparkling in the moonlight and flickering in the candlelight, her silky black underwear making her look even sexier than ever, her auburn hair framing her face that was lightly pink in the cheeks…
The baker shivered again. He stoked her arm. Her skin was cold. He raised her body a little, holding her against his chest and for the first time, he realized how light she was. He held her that way for some minutes, looking at her face, his hand caressing her arm slowly.
'I'm sorry Nellie' he let Mrs. Lovett in the bed again, covering her with a blanket and stood up, walking towards the door to leave the room.
She tossed and turned in bed, stretching her arm to hold his wrist.
'Sweeney…' her voice husky and her face dowsed '… Please, stay…' She looked down '… Please… I've heard what you've said…' He turned to look at her, her big dark eyes boring into his. 'Please?'
He nodded, his eyes following the soft lines of her forearm to her bare shoulder. She pulled his arm, making him trip over the bed and tumbling on the bed.
'How long have you been listening?' he straightened himself 'Were you awake from the beginning?'
She shook her head, attracting his body to hers.
'No. I was sleeping. I was so upset with you and so exhausted that tiredness worn out' she paused for a moment 'I realized you were here when you started to touch my legs…' she smiled at him '… Your touch is unmistakable'.
He nodded again. A glint of anger in his eyes.
She patted the empty side of the bed by her side.
'Come here, love'
He lied down by her side, allowing her to embrace him, her fingers travelling over his chest, massaging gently his torso over the fabric of his shirt. He returned the embrace, hugging her tightly, inhaling the scent of her hair as she undid the buttons of his shirt, pushing it open over his shoulders, throwing it to the floor where it joined her dress.
Mrs. Lovett positioned herself on top of him and placed sweet kisses over his chest, making him moan while her hands worked in the fasten of his trousers, taking them away too.
They both were now wearing only their underwear. She giggled and he smiled in front of her for the first time. Her infectious laugh always had that effect on him. She looked at him surprised, to find his lips crashing into hers, her back glued to the mattress again.
'What…? Are you laughing, Mr. T?'
He gave her a stern look.
'No'
'Oh yes! You are!'
He turned her down, facing the bed. His fingers working quickly in the laces of her black corset as he suppressed a guffaw.
'Yes! You are! Sweeney Todd can laugh!!'
He leaned and bit her neck.
'Stop it! That hurts Mr. T! I was just joking!' She fought him, lying on her back again. He took the corset away, revealing her full breasts and pinning her wrists over her head with his hands.
'Sweeney, please…'
His mouth was over hers again; his lips stroking her as they kissed and she felt it. It was a deep, tender kiss, full of care and love. He has never kissed her that way and she melted. In that very same moment, Mrs. Lovett knew she was getting through him.
The barber released her wrists as he moved his hands to caress her body. Mrs. Lovett shivered with every touch of his fingers or every kiss, like a bride in her wedding night. She felt his hot breath in her ear lobe, going down slowly to her neck and shoulders, kissing the soft flesh exposed there and she could only moan his name. Sweeney's hands were running up and down the sides of her body, stroking her breasts and down her stomach, playing with her navel, reaching to her innermost thighs; her arms around his strong back as she trembled with anticipation.
'Sweeney…' she mumbled like in a dream.
'Shhh, my pet' he shushed her down with another kiss 'I'm here with you…'
His hands were all over her body and he reached the waistband of her knickers. She nodded, raising her hips and helping Sweeney to slide them down her legs, tossing them apart. He looked down at Mrs. Lovett, her naked form shining in the candlelight
'You are so beautiful…' His hand drawing the lines of her collarbones and breasts '… And you have been here all this time…' He was speaking out his mind like in a trance '… How couldn't I ever realize before?'
She didn't dare to move or even breathe just in case it could break the magic of the moment, but tears were dwelling in her eyes.
'… You are so beautiful…' He lied by her side and she stroked his back, feeling how hard he was against her leg. '… So perfect for me…' His fingers moving dangerously close to her crotch, teasing her slowly, a finger entering her without any resistance; her lips parted in a pleasant grimace.
The barber placed kisses all along her torso and down to her navel, leaving a path of saliva over her skin. He continued down, reaching her most sensitive spot within her legs and placed a kiss over her throbbing nub, brushing his lips over her slit without pressing down on it, kissing her gently, then harder.
'Sweeney…'
He was using his tongue to separate her lips and open her up, running his tongue up and down the layers of flesh.
She moaned. He moaned.
His hands spreading her legs gently, his tongue in and out her, quick and slow thrusts, his lips nipping at her bud, her legs shuddering…
He could felt she was getting there towards her orgasm and he took her clit in his mouth, sucking gently at first, but harder and harder as she lifted her pelvis in the air with the tension of her rising orgasm, hanging on, moving with her, keeping his mouth on her clit…
'Don't stop… Don't ever stop, Sweeney'
He pressed the tongue along the underside of the clit, leaving his lips covering the top, moving his tongue in and out her, gently and harder as he felt her closer to the end…
'Sweeney… I'm…'
Her fingers were entwined in his hair, pressing his head to her. His tongue moving up and down, in and out frenzy, making her shiver and moan with every touch until she released herself in his mouth, trembling and screaming out his name.
The barber trailed the path up her body again reaching her mouth and kissing her, allowing her to taste her own juices.
'Sweeney, that was…' Mrs. Lovett blushed and he smiled, still hard enough against her leg, so she stretched her arm reaching for his length, guiding him insider her with a sigh of relief from both of them.
And they moved together, making love like first time lover, discovering their bodies, discovering tenderness and passion and bringing back feeling that both thought they had forgotten until they reached their climax together, their minds and bodies collapsing in bliss.
He rolled from her onto the bed, throwing the sheets over their bodies. She snuggled into his arms as close as she could to him and he embraced her. Their bodies sticky and sweaty, their minds clouded with passion.
'Mr. T?' She was the first to speak as always 'I know you already knew but… I love you. And when I say it, I really mean it'
He kissed the top of her head as a response.
'I know, my pet…' He doubted for a moment and sighed '… I do care for you too Nellie.'
Mrs. Lovett looked at him with those big brown eyes and smiled. He cared for her. That was a great advance. He smiled too.
'Sweeney, can I ask you something?'
'You already had' He smirked and she pinched her arm.
'Well, can I?'
He snorted and nodded.
'Why do you always get upset with me after…' her cheeks went pinker '… having sex with me? Am I not good enough?' She looked down at their hands, her fingers still entwined with his.
'We should get some sleep, my pet. We have a business to run…'
'You didn't answer my question…' he silenced her down with a kiss.
'We just had and I'm here'
She nodded, not very convinced.
'Are you staying?' He nodded his arms still around her warm body. 'You can stay every night, love…' She raised her body to kiss him and saw that he was already sleeping and sighed, but kissed him anyway before cuddling in his arms and fell sleep.
Aww, Mrs. Lovett has him… Almost… You'll see…
BTW, I know this is totally OOC and fluff, hehehe.
Thanks for reading!
