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After the incident in his barber shop, she left without a sound. She now lied in her room, alone, for a question still sat in the back of her mind. Why had he been so gentle… towards her?

It wasn't as if she had been shocked by his actions… it was just she was surprised. For the past week they had been nothing but rough and harsh with each other… seeking one another's pleasure, nothing more.

It had been one long dirty game of sex, need, desire and not to mention lust.

…all is fair in love, war, and sex.

But, when will the game ever end?

Check mate.

More like…

Fuck mate.

He sat in his shop not even caring when the lights went out, not that he had any on anyways, and waited in silence for he heard someone coming up the stairs. He figured it was Mrs. Lovett. He could tell by the way her boots sounded against the stairs' wooden interior… soft yet loud. A graceful, rhythmatic pattern of the way she walked up and down the stairs… he had grown accustomed to it, and secretly, although you couldn't tell, he found it quite comforting.

He had been thinking about his revenge. False.

He had been thinking about her. True.

Was he glad she was coming up?

Yes and no.

Was he expecting to do anything?

No.

But when she came in he couldn't help but watch her when she wasn't looking.

She entered his shop carrying a blanket, and a candle. She sat the blanket on his cot and then went over to his dresser and sat the candle down before taking a match and lighting it. Illuminating the room to reveal her going to the door and fixing her shawl.

He didn't know what he had been thinking at the moment, all he could remember feeling was a mix of want and somewhat guilt…

All he did was sit in his shop brooding away as she baked pies, washed his laundry, cooked his meals, and the one thing he regretted the most… fulfill his immoral pleasures.

He wanted to let her know how much he appreciated her, although he didn't care about her. And he wanted her dead… His thoughts even confused him especially the fact that he felt somewhat guilty for threatening her life all the time and practically forcing her to let him take advantage of her. Just because he knew one very important fact.

She loved him.

So without thinking of nothing else he walked over to her, seeing that she was about to leave, and grabbed her arm. She faced him with fear in her eyes, she arched her head back in fear that he was going to attempt to choke her, but then as she saw him move closer to her.

His lips caressed hers gently and as he pulled away she looked at him in confusion.

In his eyes she saw not hate. But somewhat tranquility as she put her hands on his arms and returned his kiss in the same form of kindness as his.

And we all know what was to happen next.

Getting back to the present, she suddenly heard his pacing stop and footsteps coming downstairs.

She looked around her immensely dark room and sighed.

She knew it was him so she quickly closed her eyes and pretended she was asleep just so he would leave, when normally she would have wanted nothing more but for him to stay with her.

He opened the door quietly, he didn't even bother knocking… heck he'd seen her naked and been in her room so there was no more acting peachy and polite all the time anymore.

She tried to make her breathing less tense than it already felt.

He walked over to where she was laying and kneeled down next to her, he didn't even know why he came down, perhaps it was to watch her sleep… he didn't know.

Why is he down here? She thought, and without thinking she shot her eyes open.

He blinked, startled.

"What do you want?" Mrs. Lovett asked.

Sweeney just looked around the room, although he still found no excuse and than looked back at her.

"Well?" Mrs. Lovett whispered, knowing he didn't have a reason and if she didn't know any better he had probably came down to watch her sleep, being the strange man that he was.

Mr. Todd cleared his throat and replied in a hushed tone, "Nothing."

Which was somewhat true, he didn't want anything, he just wanted her in his presence.

And like a fool that was madly in love she secretly wanted him to stay.

But like a man that wanted the woman that did everything for him dead he decided to be an idiot and say something to her that wasn't true, even though he wasn't going to admit it.

"I hate you." Was all he said before standing up kneeling.

Mrs. Lovett sighed, "You came all the way down here in the pouring rain just to tell me that you hate me." She mumbled those words, thinking he wouldn't hear them, when he was listening for her response intently.

He then pounced on her, forcing her to look him in the eyes, "Are you questioning my actions again, Mrs. Lovett?" The feelings of caring for her seemed to slowly vanish more and more as the seconds went by.

Mrs. Lovett stuttered, nervously, but when she saw how much unessessary hate in her eyes she just exploded with anger and pushed him off of her.

It worked, however, as soon as he regained his balance and saw that she was now standing in the middle of the room, glaring at him angrily, he pushed her roughly on the bed.

"Leave me alone!" Mrs. Lovett spat as she struggled beneath him, when he didn't budge she tried hitting him but that only made him tighten his grip on her arms.

He still didn't know what he wanted but he wasn't about to let her win another one of their fights again.

Then again she looked so desirable in the frazzled state that she was in, perhaps he could steal one kiss from her, after all, he wanted to see how far he could push her.

"Mista T, this is completely unnecessary, if you're cold you can feel free to sleep in the parlor but this is completely un-" She was cut off as soon as she felt him plunge his lips onto hers.

When he pulled away she continued her sentence, trying to ignore the sudden osculate, "-necessary."

He kissed her again, attempting to shut her up, it worked for a few minutes as she kissed back, but she came to her senses and pushed against his chest, "No, stop, go away." She may not have known what he was trying to do to her but she knew one thing, this was entirely against the rules.

"I'll kill you, Mrs. Lovett." There they were again those words she hated to hear from him, because she knew he would kill her if he got the chance. But little did she know it wasn't her he wanted to kill, it was the feelings he had grown for her that he wanted dead.

Moments later she heard his pacing from upstairs and she turned over and lied on her side, hands on the spots on her arms where he had held his tight grasp, sniffling as a few tears trickled down her pale cheeks, and wishing it had all been a dream.

For she didn't know what hurt more.

The fact that he didn't love her, or the fact that he never even did.

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