A/n: so I lied, I got so bored I decided to write another chapter. I realized that I always make Toby much younger and sweeter than he really is, oh well as long as no one minds.

Sweeney started to sleep down in front of the fire more and more. Ice slow grew over the large window in the shop when the sun went down. The room was to cold for him to sleep. Nellie pestered him every night to eat more, to sleep more, pouting her perfect lips for him.

A heavy coat of snow covered the dirty streets of London. Nellie was curled up in her warm bed, feet tucked under the blanket. Sweeney knew. He stared at her closed door, the fire dying in the fire place. He shifted uncomfortable on the couch, his quilt not long enough to cover his feet. He threw it off, tossing it to the floor. He stood up on the cold floor and walked to her door. He pushed it open, careful not to wake her. He watched his breath slowly. Her curls fanned out over her pillow, her lips pouting in sleep. He stared at her lips, her perfect pink lips. Her worry lines melted away in sleep. She was peaceful. He didn't want to wake the woman that took such good care of him, the woman who devoted every second of her day to him, and the woman who loved him. He touched her lips.

Nellie's eyes fluttered open. She stared at Sweeney is disbelief. "Mr. T is everything alright?"

"I'm cold." He mumbled. His face was different. It was less sharp and wrinkled, more smooth and soft.

"I can get you another blanket." She spoke. He watched her mouth move; he longed to brush his lips against them. His thought fluttered about, not know what caused the sudden rush to touch her.

"No." She wrinkled her forehead.

"Than what dear?" She asked as she slid up in bed to look at him. Her thin nightgown did little to cover her curvy body. She drew her lip in between her teeth and nibbled on it. His eyes narrowed on to her lips. His brought his close to her, feeling her soft breathe on his.
"Mr. Todd?" He kissed her softly, pressing his hands in to her hair. She whimpered against his lips, pulling him in to the bed. His hands left her soft curls and trailed down her body.

"You." He whispered against her lips.

Early morning light cast gray shadows over the cheery wallpaper. Sweeney ran his fingers through Nellie's curly hair. Her tiny body was covered in his soft shirt, their other articles of clothing scattered across the room. Her face was peaceful and soft as she slept.

He was torn between leaving, retreating back to his cold shop, and holding her close to him. In sleep lips pouted and parted as she wound her fingers in to his hair. His heart bounced. Is shop was cold at this hour any way.

A/n: I really hope you like it. It is going to be short and sweet and all that cute stuff, I like writing cute stuff because there is to much sad things.