Author's Note: Enjoy! I'm working on a couple of stories now so I'm going to need a lot of reviews if you'd like me to update quickly! Thanks for the wonderful reviews I've already gotten, I really appreciate the support! I'm glad you all like it hopefully this will keep you happy for awhile, because I have another Sweeny story I'm working on so check that out too! Sorry for the late update hopefully this will make up for it. (This is where it gets a little lovely)
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"What did he do to you?" He asked his voice sounded so sweet to my ears. It made me flash back to when he had first learned my name and got it wrong…just like the judge had. I shook and more tears ripped down my cheeks.
"Tiffany my pet? Can you hear me, my love?" My eyes snapped up to him and his empty words, he had no idea how much I loved him. Mrs. Lovett came crashing in the door. She had flour all over her and a look of concern adorned her face. She saw me sitting in his chair looking at him with tears sliding down my cheeks; he was kneeling at my feet with one hand on my knee.
"Out!" Mr. Todd screamed.
"Mr. T? Tiffany are you alright?"
"Get out I said!" He screamed and she bustled out quickly.
He was rubbing his hand on my knee. He soon picked me up out of the chair and turned me around. He tied up my dress quickly. My eyebrows rose at his swift movements but I thought nothing of it.
"Wouldn't have for your dress to come down on you." I only nodded when he commented this.
"Tiffany! You will tell me what happened now!" He whispered harshly sitting down in the chair and pulling me onto his lap. I blushed at this and turned to face him. He held my face and I shivered. He mistook this as me being uncomfortable and let go quickly.
"No…" I whimpered with my eyes still shut. He leaned forward again and kissed me lightly, sensitively.
"Tell me…" He said firmly now. My eyes popped open and I nodded. So I told him quickly what had happened and I felt his grip on my shoulders stiffen when I finished the story.
"I'm going to kill him!"
"I want to…help…." I said suddenly. The words had flown out of my mouth before I had a second thought to comprehend what I had practically agreed to do.
"Then you shall…" He whispered into my hair.
"I will…?" I trailed off as he captured my lips again. His hands were rubbing my hips up and down appreciatively. I pushed into him but he let go and cleared his throat.
"We should get going." I said after coughing lightly.
"We will kill him…don't worry."
"Thank god you saved me Mr. T."
"It's Sweeney to you…my love." He whispered into my neck as I let my tears fall down his shirt once again.
"You don't mean what you say…" I trailed off as he picked up my head.
"Tiffany love…we'll kill him…together…" He didn't deny my statement.
"Yes…yes we will Sweeney." He kissed my neck and helped me to my feet.
"Kiss me my love."
"Yes sir…" I teased him as I leaned into the kiss. I got wrapped into this kiss, not realizing how hungrily we acted towards each other.
"He's here!" I turned my head to look out the window and saw that Sweeney was right. Judge Turpin was standing outside the window staring at us. Tears slipped down my face as I shivered at the very sight of him. Sweeney pulled me into his arms so that I was breathing into the opening of his shirt. He was getting goose pimples from my breath and I kissed the sensitive skin lightly so he groaned.
"You are a bloody wonder Tiffany." He whispered into my hair as he pulled my head back up for another slow and luscious kiss.
"I feel horrible putting you in this situation…" He said emotionlessly.
"What situation?"
"He's after you now…he knows you're nobody else's but mine." I blushed at these kinds of words.
"But you'll protect me right?"
"Nothing will ever harm you again my pet."
"Mr. T…" I said affectionately rubbing his back I left my hand on his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him from the back. He held me by my lower back and walked to the table and poured himself a glass of…something. Whatever it was that he was drinking was thick and red; it seemed to be too brightly colored to be any kind of tea or alcohol. He sipped it and it stained his lips just a tad red. I looked at the trunk Pirelli's body was sitting in. Blood was dripping down the sides of the box and I raised my eyes at Sweeney.
"Excuse me for interrupting, but what on earth are you drinking Mr. Todd?" His eyebrows rose from over the side of his cup.
"An old herbal mix I had Mrs. Lovett stir up for me." He said clearing his throat. I practically gagged when his eyes switched between the trunk and me to the cup.
"Its not Pirelli's…?"
"Drink." He said shoving the cup to my lips. I took a small sip then relaxed in his hold. It was actually good.
"It's warm."
"You look beautiful with red…full…luscious…lips." I forgot the drink and let him kiss me before Anthony burst in again.
"Mr. Todd! They've taken her!"
"Tiffany." Anthony nodded to me as polite as usual even though he was wallowing in a crisis.
"Taken her to a mad house. Mr. Todd you've got to help me…"
"Slow down son." He said taking Anthony by the upper back and pushing him into the chair. I sat nonchalantly on a stool next to the window.
"Say that again Anthony dear." I ordered watching Sweeney's facial expressions slip from annoyed to worried.
"The judge, he's taken her. He's taken Johanna." Mr. Todd caught my eye as my eyebrows rose.
"Where's he taken her?" I asked cautiously.
"Mr. Foggs Asylum. It's a mad house sir. I've traced the building many times its like a castle, it's guarded on all sides! There's no way in."
"I know what to do! We'll disguise you as a wig-makers apprentice. Then you can go in and get her…Johanna." Sweeney exclaimed with more anger than excitement.
"I think now might be a good time for you to go dear." I said turning my head to look at the teen but never letting my eyes leave Sweeney.
"Get out…"
"Mr. Todd?" He asked cautiously.
"Out!" The teen was yelled at now and he scrambled out of the shop.
"What do you think?" He asked me.
"Well he'll bring her here. The judge will come and you know since you wanna you know…" I slit my throat with my finger in example. "That's the throat to slit." I finished.
"Then here…she will come." He said kissing my neck softly. I looked at him and laughed.
"Mrs. Lovett's opening is in a tomorrow…" I said drifting away from him. But he would not be teased. He yanked me back to face him and I had to shiver at his warm hand on my cool neck. He wasn't being forceful at all he was setting his hand there in a resting and loving position.
"I want to plan a few things with you dear." He whispered so I had to lean in ever so slightly to hear his manly voice. He had tricked me; he let his hand roll up my neck to hold my lips to his. I tried to pull away; he seemed to like it when I struggled. I turned my head to the side so that my lips were inaccessible.
"Plan what Sweeney?" Again my head was turned to face him. He placed his lips on mine but I didn't move at all. I kept my eyes open in hope of not giving in to him. He was biting my lower lip but I didn't move an inch.
"Mr. T?" I asked and he tried to kiss me but before he could react my lips were sealed shut again. He rolled his eyes.
"Well I wouldn't want you to freeze up on your first kill. It would give him a chance to escape." He murmured with his eyes shut tight. I grinned and he tried to kiss me again during our silence but my lips were shut as tight as his eyes were.
"What do you propose to do to keep me from freezing up?" I asked finally.
"Kill a few people that come into the shop. Mrs. Lovett needs some fresh meat anyways." My eyebrows rose but I stood shocked. I had lost control of the situation and he took my lips in his. I didn't react and he grew angry quickly.
"I understood your teasing before, but you will kiss me now!" He said forcefully squeezing my cheeks so that I looked like a fish. My eyes grew wide and he stopped.
"I'm…" He cracked his neck; it must be a nervous habit for him.
"You're what?" I asked with attitude. I knew that I was merely seconds away from being slapped senseless.
"I apologize for the forcefulness I just exerted onto you."
"Apology…accepted." I said before I put my hands on the sides of his head so I can pull his lips to mine in a forceful kiss. And I think that was the first time that he had ever apologized since he was in Australia. Besides, his anger issues only make him sexier.