Chapter 2
The dinner rush was busier than usual; making it a good thing Mr. Todd's barber shop was busy that night. When the last customers finally left with a curt thank you and farewell, Mrs. Lovett breathed a sigh of relief. She sat down at one of the tables, her eyes shut, trying to ignore her aching legs.
"That was quite the rush just now, eh mum?" said Toby and he cleared plates off the tables. Mrs. Lovett opened her eyes.
"That it was, dear," she sighed, getting up to wash the dishes. Her feet throbbed in protest, and she winced as she began to scrub a plate. "I'll just finish up 'ere, then go bring Mr. Todd 'is tea."
"S'alright, mum. You go bring 'im the tea, an I'll finish up here," Toby said, coming to take the dirty plate from her.
"Thank you, love," replied Mrs. Lovett, who then poured a cup of tea for Mr. Todd. Smiling again at Toby, she left the kitchen and walked up the staircase to Mr. Todd's room. Taking a breath, she creaked the door open a bit, lightly knocking on the doorframe. Not hearing an answer, she pushed it open all the way. Sweeney's eyes looked to her suddenly from where he sat in his barber's chair. "Brought you your tea, dear," she said, setting the cup and saucer down on a table. "What are you broodin' away up 'ere for?" she asked, "Wouldn't you like to come downstairs?"
Sweeney shook his head, getting up off the chair and standing across the room from her. He moved his gaze up the length of her body, noting the way her corset raised her already full breasts higher, before his eyes locked onto her own large, dark ones. He winced, trying to ignore how uncomfortable the rough fabric of his pinstripe pants was becoming. Abruptly turning around, he looked over the dark, smoke-filled pit that was London. You're thoughts are supposed to be on the Judge, Sweeney. Though against his will, he continued to find his thoughts kept returning her. "Love?" came Mrs. Lovett's voice, Sweeney turned to face her again. Her eyes were full of confusion. "Well, I'd better be getting' back downstairs, give a bi' o' help to Toby down there," she said, beginning to turn around.
"No!" bellowed Sweeney, and before Mrs. Lovett could open her mouth in reply, she found herself slammed against the wall, staring back into Sweeney's narrowed, incredibly lust filled eyes.
"Mr. T?" she asked, softly, but she was silenced when Sweeney brought his mouth down on hers, greedily, and hungrily kissing her. Searching every bit of her mouth with his tongue. When they broke away from each other, he looked down at her with a small smirk on his face. "What are you doing?" she gasped, looked wide-eyed at him.
"I am doing what I want, Mrs. Lovett, and what I want right now is you," his voice replied, now husky with arousal. With that, he claimed her mouth again, kissing her deeply. She pressed back against the wall as he ran his hands up and down her body, moving his mouth downwards to kiss her neck. "Ooh, Mr. T…" she whispered, moving her hands to lace tightly through his hair as he kissed and nipped his way back up her neck and jaw line, growing more frenzied by the second. Mrs. Lovett let out a low moan, the desire in the pit of her stomach growing stronger. She raised her eyes to look at his, and with another smirk, he began to lift her heavy skirts upwards, revealing her striped stockings and bloomers.
"These…need…to come…off," he said, between breaths.
"But, Mr. T!" protested Mrs. Lovett, though the idea didn't seem too dreadful.
"Off!" Sweeney rasped. Obligingly, she removed the bloomers, now wet with her arousal. Sweeney began to lift the many layered skirts again, sliding his hand up the smooth skin of her leg, teasingly lingering at the top of her thigh for a moment, before moving his hand to her most intimate area, already wet and ready for him. Her body completely relaxed, collapsing against him with a heavy sigh. He began to rub her, felt her tensing up against him, her breathing growing more rapid, conjoining with his own breaths in a delicious harmony. He rubbed harder, pressing and massaging with a steady rhythm. Mrs. Lovett let out another moan. Sweeney knew what the inevitable end of this was, and without prolong it any further; unzipped his trousers and slid into her. She let out a gasp as he entered, and they worked their way to a steady pace, growing faster and more frantic as their arousal heightened. She let out a shriek, throwing her head back, him pounding her hard into the wall with each thrust as they explosively climaxed. A moment later found them limp fully entwined with each other against the wall, shaking and gasping from the intensity. Sweeney pulled out of her, giving her a look that held too many emotions to read properly. His breathing ragged, he zipped his trousers again.
"Mr. T!" she managed to choke out, her arms still gripped tightly to his as he straightened himself out. "I…I never th-thought…" she trailed off.
"There's nothing to think about, Mrs. Lovett," he said, his voice hard again, though still shaking slightly. "I…I merely lost myself." Mrs. Lovett stared at the man in front of her. The eyes so thick with desire a moment ago were cold and hard again, looking at her without any readable emotion. I will never understand him. She bent down to lift her bloomers off the floor, and put them on again. Sweeney had by now moved to stand by his window, gazing over London again. She turned to leave the room, stopping near the doorway.
"Your tea's cold, love," she said softly, a little above a whisper, and without another word she walked out the door, letting it close behind her with a dull thud. Sweeney turned around to stare at the now closed door, hearing her footsteps and she slowly made her way back down the stairs. He walked over to the table, picking up the now cold cup of tea. He took a sip anyways, listening as the downstairs door shut. You merely lost yourself, Sweeney. Nothing more than that. You just lost yourself. He repeated that over and over in his mind, but all he could think of was her, Mrs. Lovett. He thought back to the way she had looked at him before, her gaze filled with pent up desire. Of course, he knew she was desperately in love with him. He could tell by the way her tone changed ever so slightly when she spoke with him, the way her eyes lingered on him a little too long. Silly woman. He would never love her; it was never even a possibility. His heart –what was still left of it- belonged to Lucy. Beautiful, gentle, virtuous Lucy. He had never had an experience like that with Lucy, though. His desire had never so fully been filled. His thoughts went back to her, Mrs. Lovett. The way her eyes grew even wider, the mess of auburn curls on top of her head. She seemed to keep finding her way back into his thoughts lately, and he could do nothing about that. You merely lost yourself…He told himself that again and again, as if we had to fight to believe it. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not get her face out of his mind…
…Mrs. Lovett entered the kitchen, her heart heavy again. Toby had done most of the cleaning already, and he lay face down on one of the tables, fast asleep. She smiled at the sight, washing and drying the last plate and setting it back on the shelf. Her mind flickered back to the experience of just a few minutes ago. Her lips parted slightly as his face floated through her mind, beautiful in all its threatening darkness. She had never expected that to happen, not at all. It was all so sudden, passionate and fiery one moment, then afterwards back to it was before. As if nothing had happened at all.
She got dressed for bed quickly, lay down, and blew out her candle. Replaying the past events in her mind, she let out a light sigh. She did not know what the next day would hold, if anything would be different, but as she drifted nearer and nearer to sleep, all she knew was that the one person on her mind all night long, the one person she would see in her dreams, would be Sweeney Todd…