Chapter6

English is not my first language, so be kind about my grammar and choice of word.

Rated M because depictions of murder and sexual activities.

Constructive criticism is welcome.

!THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT!

Enjoy :)

Sweeney was almost asleep. He was working himself to the bone, so it was getting easier to find peace at night. But then he heard it. A noise. Like small steps with creaking wood under them, coming closer and closer. He stood up, only wearing his undergarments. "Who´s there?" He asked with authority in his voice. The noise stopped. "Don´t worry, it´s me." Mrs Lovetts small voice said.

He lit his bedside candle to see better. She was only wearing her nightgown. "What´s wrong?" It was the first question that came to his mind, not sure what she was doing here. "I´m sober Mr T. Still I lie in bed restless. Thinking of you." She said with shame bound in her voice.

Sweeney was about to refute her but she continued speaking. "I want it. And you clearly want it too. Why are we bringing such pain to ourselves." She asked and stepped up to him, laying her hand to his chest. "And who are we hurting doing this?" She asked. Sweeney felt that tightness in his gut, but this time, there were no pants to hide it.

His manhood stiffened and pointed right into her soft thigh, only his briefs in between. With a giggle she looked down. "You see?" she said, and kneeled down in front of him. "May I?" She asked, nodding her head towards his member. He reached his hand down, letting his finger tangle with her soft curls. "Yes." he grunted and smiled. She took the brim of his briefs, pulling down, freeing his member and letting the briefs fall to the floor.

She was clearly surprised by the size of him. The length was around average, but it was thick. She grabbed it softly in her hand and moved slowly back and forth. His whole body shivered, not being touched by a woman for 15 years. Carefully she closed her lips around the head, and licked in a circle around it. Sweeney grunted as he closed his eyes - never had Lucy gotten on her knees for him, he didn´t know which pleasure he had been missing.

Slowly she worked her mouth lower and lower on him. Barely half of him fit in her mouth, but her hand delighted the lower part of him. His hand was resting firmly on her head, and Mrs Lovett was surprised that he didn´t push her down. Albert used to that, and it was very irritating, but Sweeney respected her, wanted her to feel comfort.

Suddenly his saliva-filled member was set free from her mouth, and Sweeney open his eyes slightly annoyed. But then he saw her, slowly lifting her nightgown over her head, revealing her entire body. He walked towards her and embraced her in a warm hug, his hands on her hips. Softly their lips meet in a lustful kiss. He guided her towards the bed, laying her down.

She made herself comfortable, as he let his hand run over the small scar on her chest. He made that. "It´s okay." She whispered and took his hand in hers. Before him the most magnificent view meet him, as she spread her legs and revealed her glistening treasure, ready for him. He got om top of her and lined himself up. Watching her face the entire time, he ensured that she was okay as he pushed himself half inside her.

Her legs shivered around him, and she moaned quietly. They where like this for a minute, not moving, letting her get used to the size. "Go on." She whispered when she was ready, and he started moving, never fully in. Both of them shivered of pleasure. Sweeney had a long time ago forgotten the warmth of being inside a woman. And he was surprised when Mrs Lovett locked her legs around his hip and whispered: "Deeper…"

He let himself sliding fully in, and it didn´t take him long to finish. He fell defeated down on top of her, them both panting. She cupped his cheek with her hand, and kissed his other cheek. "That was very nice Mr T." She whispered. He nodded in agreement. It was indeed very nice. They fell asleep together, Sweeney holding tight onto Mrs. Lovett. Almost so tight that she couldn´t leave the bed in the morning. But work called.

That day was a bright day for Sweeney, for Judge Turpin had struggled with Johanna. It was as if she somehow didn´t like the thought of marrying him. That´s why Beadle Bamford now was looking for a man of skill. A man who could shave the judge and make him more entrancing to Johanna. He would normally have asked Mr Pirelli, but he wasn´t anywhere to be found.

So he ended up at the pie shop, asking Mrs Lovett what she thought of this man, Sweeney Todd. Of course she recommended him, and after Beadle left, she ran upstairs to tell the news. "I got a job for ya, and irresistible job." She said, her eyes shinning in sheer excitement. "And what´s that?" He asked. "You see, the Judge need a skilled barber, and I have recommended you. He will be here tomorrow at noon!"

"What great news…" He said, looking towards the sky outside the window with an evil smile. "Oh yes Mr T. There is just one thing that concerns me." She said and bit her lip. Sweeney looked at her with a confused expression. "You see, Beadle will notice that the Judge don´t return. We will be caught. And we need more money to escape this place."

Sweeney nodded. "I have a plan." He said and took her hands, looking directly into his eyes to get her fullest attention. "You give Beadle a beer, two maybe, keep him occupied. I´ll kill the judge, hide the body, and then invite Beadle upstairs for a… special treatment." Mrs Lovett giggled and kissed him on his cheek. "Oh what a brutal fascinating man you are." She whispered.

He kissed her softly, then looked into her eyes. Something worried her. "What are you thinking?" He asked. "It´s just all this. Who we are, what we do. Will we still be the same after we leave?" She said looking away. "Of course we are." Sweeney reassured her. "How can you be sure? What if we become old boring people, just sitting around?"

Sweeney laughed. "We are indeed someday going to be old boring people. Together." He said and kissed her forehead. There was no one else he would like to spend the rest of his days with, than Mrs Lovett. No one alive at least. "Aren´t you ever scared of things like that? Growing old…" She asked him. "No. I´ve already seen the world at its worst. I´m not scared of the future anymore."

"Just promise me you´ll never change Mr T." Mrs. Lovett begged with her big eyes. "I will never change Mrs. Lovett." He said and smirked. "Oh stop being so polite, just call me Eleanor." She laughed and winked at him. "Okay, Eleanor, would you like to sleep in this bed with me tonight?" He asked and gestured towards his bed. "I would be delighted Mr. T"