A/N: Hehehe :) prepare for implied naugtiness below :) Hoping this is a longer chapter than usual! :D Enjoy and REVIEW! I have had like a LOT of hits on this story! :D
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SWEENEY TODD!
It seemed like it had been hours and hours since they'd begun their journey. They had crossed a few roads and bridges here and there, and finally made to the country. It was early morning, and it was extremely cold out. Sweeney, to his disbelief, still felt stronger than ever. He knew Toby was on the verge of passing out though.
"We've got to stop somewhere. He'll catch his death if we don't find a place to stay. Wha' about tha' house there?" She asked, motioning her head to a little cottage on the pebble stone path. Sweeney nodded, and knelt down to Toby who was wrapped in many blankets and a big black hat. It was almost amusingly cute, but Sweeney ignored this. He said Toby's name, but Toby hadn't even realized Sweeney was leaning forward, Sweeney realized his eyes and ears were covered, and when Sweeney folded the fabric up, Toby jumped horribly. Sweeney couldn't help but laugh at the boy's scared and innocent face.
"Just me. Toby, we are going to try to stay at that house down there. Think you can walk that far?" He asked. Nellie stood in amazement. She had never seen him interact so sweetly to the boy. They'd always had an odd grudge against each other. Sweeney looked closely to see Toby shake his head sadly.
"Too tired." He whispered, and Sweeney just nodded. He looked at the boy, and realized his lips were turning a bit blue. He need to get to some warmth fast.
He looked at Toby once more, and scooped the boy into his arms. Involuntarily, Toby wrapped his little arms around Sweeney's neck, enjoying the body heat.
"Come on." Sweeney muttered trying to regain his seriousness, as Nellie was beaming at him from behind.
After a few more minutes they reached the front door. Nellie boldly knocked on the door, and saw a light flicker on.
They stood, waiting nervously, and Sweeney realized that Toby was shivering horribly in his arms. He felt a flicker of guilt. He shouldn't have walked them this long.
"Ello, what can I do for yah?" A womans voice asked from the door. They lifted their heads to see a young woman smiling at them, and what was probaly her husband standing behind her, looking at Sweeney. Sweeney gave a weak smile, and let Nellie lead the lie.
"Hello. We were wonderin' if it would be alright if we let our boy.. James get in to some warmth. We've been walking quite aways, and the storms picked up." Nellie said, looking out at the rain and snow that was mixing together. Sweeney took a moment to realize just how cold it really was.
"Of course! Come in, come in! Quickly now, don't want that wind blowing out our little fire!" The woman smiled. The man smiled at them as they entered, and pointed to the living room.
The woman grabbed a few blankets, and pointed to a couch that was sitting in front of a fireplace, a fire blazing, with it's orange glow illuminating the room.
"Set 'im right here." She said, helping Sweeney guide Toby to the couch. Before Sweeney pulled away, Toby grabbed his sleeve, and beckoned Sweeney closer.
Sweeney tilted his ear, and heard the little boy whisper almost inaudibly,
"Why did Mum say my name was James." Sweeney looked up at the boy, wrapping more blankets around him stiffly.
"Just go along Toby. You'll be fine, you'll see." Sweeney replied gruffly, straightening himself back, to see that the woman had settled Nellie into another smaller couch.
"Now, what are your names?" The man asked, his voice more quiet than you'd expect.
"Oh! Sorry bou' that!" Nellie smiled. She looked at Sweeney, almost asking for permission to say what was coming. He nodded, looking her in the eye. She took a breath.
"My name is Elizabeth Smith. And this is my husband, Matthew." She breathed, enjoying those words fall from her mouth. The lying part was going to be easy.
"Well nice meeting you folks. My name is Sarah, and this is my husband Jack. Where are you two headed?" The woman smiled, looking at both of them.
Sweeney sat beside Nellie, and spoke first.
"We don't rightly know. Somewhere in the city." He smiled. He had plan in his mind also. If the police ever asked about them here, these people would most likely tell them that they'd been "wanting" to go the city, directing the police back to London. Nellie looked at him in confusion, but he gave her a look that told her to keep quiet, and she did. The man walked up behind his wife, resting his hands onto his wife's shoulders.
Jack was a skinny fellow. Tall too. At least a foot taller than his own wife. And Sarah was a short thin woman, who looked around in her thirties.
Nellie peeked over at Toby, who seemed to have fallen asleep already.
"You two can sleep in here with your son, or if you'd like, the guest room." Sarah said, smiling at them with complete innocence. They almost felt bad for lying so much.
"I think we'll just stay here and keep an eye on him. Thank you so much, your housing is greatly appreciated!" Nellie smiled.
"Alright, let me get some pillows and a few more blankets for you. If you need anything, our room is down the hall, last door." Nellie and Sweeney nodded.
Jack came back with some more wood to build up the fire to last longer, and Sarah had given them some pillows and such.
"There's wood over there if it dies down." Jack smiled, and Sweeney thanked him. Finally after they'd bid them goodnight, Sweeney and Nellie were alone.
Sweeney sat, and propped a pillow against the edge of the couch, pulling Nellie down next to him. She set her head onto his lap, and he pulled a blanket down onto her.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, and Sweeney absently played with Nellie's hair.
"Sweeney?" He heard her whisper. He leaned down, his chin brushing her cheek.
"Yes?" She shifted her head, so that she looked him in the eyes.
"I'm scared." That's all she said. And that little bit melted Sweeney's heart. Nellie Lovett was never scared. She was the strongest and bravest woman he'd ever met. And she was scared. He pulled her tighter to him and replied,
"Of what?"
"Losing you somehow. You and Toby. You boys are all I've got. I just don't want to be alone again." She whispered, her lips dangerously close to his.
"I'm not going anywhere. I promise." He whispered, her lips brushed his gently as she smiled, and Sweeney swiftly kissed her, causing their eyes to close in unison.
"Sleep. We've got a long day tomorrow." He whispered, pulling another blanket onto them. She nodded, and made herself comfortable, Sweeney's hand lulling her to sleep as he rubbed the small of her back.
Sweeney's gaze flicked up to Toby's sleepnig form, the fire blaze giving his face a warm glow. He didn't look as pale or blue anymore. Sweeney let out a little sigh of relief. He'd hurt the boy once, he didn't want to do it again.
He let his eyes fall back onto Nellie sleeping on his lap. Her long legs sprawled across the couch. He wrapped his arm protectively around her small waist.
"I love you." He whispered, resting his hand onto a pillow next to him,falling into a deep sleep.
**The Next Morning**
Sweeney blinked his eyes open, to see that somehow he'd slithered his way down so that he held Nellie back against his chest, her head beneath his chin. He looked over at Toby who had shifted his face into the couch's cushions. He smiled at the boy's odd position. He looked down at his hand, which was calmly placed so that his wrist turned to fold under her breasts.
He eyes widened at just how close they really were. A flicker of lust flashed through him as he recalled the heated night they had shared together. He gulped, and licked his suddenly dry lips. He imagined the feel of her breasts against his once again. Her soft moans as he touched her most sensitive areas...
"Good morning." Sweeney looked at the opening of the living room, to see Sarah wearing an apron, obviously finished baking something, because he suddenly smelled the smell of waffles. He slowly sat up, feeling his wound in his side aching with a strong heartbeat. But, the foolish man he was, he ignored it.
"Morning." He grunted, as he lifted himself from the couch, straightening his jacket.
"What's the time, if you may?" He asked.
"Round nine o'clock. Just finished breakfast if you'd like to wake the others. I can keep it warm if you want more sleep." She said, wiping flour from her dress.
"No, no. I'll wake them." He said, heading towards Toby first.
"Alright, I will set the table." She smiled sweetly, turning back to the kitchen.
Sweeney walked over to Toby, gently shaking his shoulders. Toby slowly opened his eyes, groaning as he sat up. He stretched slightly, and almost fell off the couch, not familiar of his surroundings, and Sweeney place his strong arms to push his body back onto the couch.
"Thanks." Toby croaked. His voice was sore and dry.
"Thirsty?" Sweeney asked, realizing how raspy Toby was. Toby nodded, and Sweeney pointed to the kitchen doorway.
"Go ask the woman if you could kindly have some water." Toby nodded, stretched again, and hobbled to his feet, running into the wall as he walked forward. For the longest time, Sweeney let out a genuine laugh. A true, happy laugh.
He stood, and heard voices, and the sink running some water. Sweeney looked back at Nellie's sleeping form.
"Nellie?" He whispered. She opened her eyes, looking into Sweeney's black eyes.
"Sarah made breakfast. Toby's with her now." She smiled, and reached up for Sweeney neck, hugging him slightly. Sweeney just stood leaning over her, holding her body to his. It felt so perfect. So right.
"How's your side?" He gulped back, and lied to her.
"Better." In fact, it felt worse. But he wanted Nellie to look on the bright side of things. He helped her stand on her feet, and she fixed her hair down into her curls again, and smoothed her dresses.
"Come on love." She smiled, reaching for his hand. His gaze fell to her breasts, as she moved, bending down to fix the blankets. He cleared his throat, and walked with her to the kitchen. When they reached the kitchen, they saw Sarah and Jack laughing and talking with Toby, who was stuffing his face with waffles.
"Thank yah' fo' thah' foo'" He said, his words muted from his food. Nellie cleared her throat, and they all turned to them. Sarah and Jack smiled, but Toby sat in disbelief.
They had walked in holding hands. Sure, he knew they liked each other, but let's just say, Sweeney Todd wasn't a person to just hold a womans hand. He was much to awkward it seemed.
Toby shrugged it off, but his gaze turned to the steps that lead to the upstairs. Sarah greeted a young boy, about Toby's age, and waved him to the table.
"William, this is Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and their son James. Say hello." She said, glancing at them as she named them.
"Ello" He replied quietly. He walked over to Toby, and asked him if he wanted to have a look around outside.
"I got a awesome fort made for the winter times!" Toby's eyes widened with excitement as William continued.
"Oh, Mum, may I go?" He asked longingly. Nellie smiled at him.
"S'long as it's alright with you guys." She said, looking at Sarah. Sarah nodded.
"Thanks for breakfast ma'ame!" Toby exclaimed jumping from his seat. As they ran out of the house, Nellie squeezed Sweeney's hand, and they sat in a seat next to each other. Nellie seemed to get on with Sarah amazingly. Sweeney sat in silence, answering a few things here and there, but basically just watched Nellie.
Her sweet little giggle and her nose scrunching as she did so. That occasional snort if she really got to laughing. Her breasts heaving with laughter. Her brown auburn hair curled to perfection around her face. Her small little waist, hidden behind that retched corset, that kept Sweeney from seeing her...
Before he knew what he was doing, he place his hand nonchalantly on her lower thigh.
Nellie looked down for a second, smiling at him, rejoining the conversation.
He watched her plump lips as they formed words, her eyes blinking every so often. So beautiful.
He slowly traced her thigh with his fingertips, causing Nellie to shiver slightly. She shook it off. What was he playing at?
Just then, he tipped his fork over the table, "dropping" it.
"Excuse me." He smiled. They nodded, but Nellie knew what he was doing. Within seconds, she felt her skirt silently being lift up at her waist.
Luckily the table was high enough, so that Sweeney's devious ways were hidden. He trailed his finger up her silken thighs, and touched her now extremely wet panties. He slowly peeled them down, and dove his finger tip to her now very erect bud. Her breathing hitched, and she stifled a moan.
He looked at the others, smiling and laughing, as if his hands were sitting in his own lap.
Finally, he reached an angle where he could penetrate her with his finger. He spread her rose petal lips, slowly entering her. She sat straighter, feeling the instinct to arch her back, but restrained herself.
She crossed her legs, hoping this would help, but this only gave his finger a better angle to feel her.
"Ahem," She cleared her throat, suddenly dry, "Don't suppose you could tell me where the loo is?" She smiled at Sarah, Sarah explained it was upstairs, first door on the left. However she only nodded and listened half way, as she felt her orgasm rocket through her body. She gripped the seat, her knuckles turnin white. Sweeney only smirked more when he felt her warm liquid spreading down his fingers.
She slowly fixed her skirts as he pulled away, and stood up, heading for the steps.
"If you'll excuse me, need to ask her something." He smiled, the fake smile he always used when lying.
He was just a step behind her, when she went for the first door on the right.
Sweeney grabbed her wrist suddenly, squeezing her as if checking for her pulse. Yes, it was certainly there, beating strongly.
"Wrong door love." He smiled, leaning in nipping her earlobe.
"No.. I do believe..ohhh... that she said the door on the right." She moaned, as he raised a hand to her breast.
" must've been thinking of something else while she was talking. She said left."
"Right."
"Left."
"Right."
"Left."
"Nellie..."
"Sweeney.."
And before she could retort her silly comeback, he grabbed her waist, and ripped the door open, tossing her in, locking the door.
Nellie knew what was going to happen. He flicked a light on, and she looked around seeing a toilet and bathtub. She rolled her eyes at his triumphant grin.
"I do believe you need to be put in your place Mrs. Lovett." He growled, pulling her bum closer to his suddenly huge erection.
"Yeah? How's that?" She smirked. He swiftly picked her up, resting her onto the sink. She gasped when he raised her skirts.
"Here? In a stranger's home? Isn't this a little inappropiate?" She asked, Sweeney raising an eyebrow at her.
"Whom I kidding? Never been one for propiety.." She smirked. He growled when she rubbed his manhood through his trousers.
"On the contrary I find it extremely erotic." Sweeney groaned, bucking his groin into her thigh.
"I think I do too." She smiled, as he kissed her collarbone. Sure he was rough, but he liked to be gentle at times too.
He slid his hands between them, pulling her panties past her knees, and she undid his trousers.
He kissed her face all over, enjoying the feeling of her little fingers on his throbbing erection once again.
"Sweeney...now.." She whispered. He nodded, but whispered into her ear,
"Now, you'll have to keep quiet. Can't have them hearing us now."
Try as she might, the minute she felt his finger reach her already soaking womanhood, she let out a little groan. He stopped moving.
"What did I say? No noises." He said, flicking out his razor, holding it to her porcelain neck. She gulped and fake zipped her mouths shut.
"That's better." He smirked.
As much as she should be angry he was threatening her with a knife, she was extremely turned on by this.
Finally, his member was released from his trousers that were puddled around his ankles. He spread her legs father, and crouched lower to her entrance.
"Ready?" He asked his sweaty forehead against hers. She nodded, not speaking.
Within seconds he'd pushed into her. She kissed him, groaning her huge moan down his throat. He smiled at her wit.
He pounded and pounded into her, when finally he released his warmth into her deepest area. He grunted a heavy grunt, and felt her body quaking beneath his.
She arched her back so hard, he had to catch her from falling off the sink. She kept writhing in ecstasy, all the while silently. She bent backwards while standing straight. Her orgasm still rocketing through. Sweeney held her tight to his chest, kissing her head slowly working her down.
After they'd adjusted themselves, they walked down the steps hand in hand.
"Sorry we took so long, we had a heated debate on which door the bathroom was in." Sweeney smirked, lightly smacking Nellie's bum secretly. She simply rolled her eyes.
Hehehehe hope you enjoyed! New chapter coming soon hopefully!
