Alright, so here's the third chapter to Bloodstained Passion, so sorry for the wait. First though, I'd like to give a biiig thanks to everyone who's been reviewing so far. Seriously, it's so great to hear what you guys think. It's my first fanfic and all, and I'm always really nervous and hoping it's turned out good for you all.

In our last chapter, it seemed like our dear Mr. T was in a bit of denial, but don't worry, we'll get him to open up sooner or later… ;)

Anyways, enough of my rambling and on to chapter three!

Chapter 3

Sweeney paced angrily in his shop, back and forth from one end to the other. He stopped in front of the window, taking in the soot covered city. Still seething he thought of what had happened the night before. Blasted woman! He wasn't supposed to be doing this, wasn't supposed to be feeling anything for that baker woman. He tried in vain to chase her out of his mind with thoughts of Lucy, but even his darling Lucy's face was growing blurrier and blurrier in his head. I'm sorry, Lucy. So sorry. He took in a breath, raspy with anger. Sweeney Todd was not supposed to feel anything, but that stupid Mrs. Lovett was making that a hell of a difficulty. It wasn't that he had any romantic feelings for her, any possibility for that had died with Benjamin, but he had a certain soft spot for the wide-eyed baker woman who lived downstairs. "Dammit!" he shouted, pounding a fist onto the streaky glass. He heard someone clear their throat behind him, and he whirled around to see a very confused looking Mrs. Lovett staring at him.

"Breakfast's ready, love…if you'd like to come down…" she said, her voice trailing off as she looked on.

"Yes, of course," Sweeney gruffly replied, avoiding her gaze.

"Alright, then," Mrs. Lovett said as she went back down the stairs. Sweeney let out a heavy sigh, and with one last look over London, left the room as well and walked downstairs.

An awkward silence seemed to hang over the table as the three of them ate breakfast. Mrs. Lovett quietly was sipping her tea, Toby chewing toast in silence, and Sweeney staring down into his own tea, trademark scowl in place. "Will you pass the cream, love?" Mrs. Lovett broke the silence. Sweeney nodded, slowly lifting the ceramic dish over the table, brushing her hand with his as he handed it to her. She gave him a small smile, which he surprisingly returned. Toby was sensing a difference in the relationship between the two adults, and kept as silent as he could, noting the small glances they gave each other that seemed to hold a lot more than he was meant to know. Mrs. Lovett finished her tea, and sat twirling an auburn curl round her finger, before abruptly dropping her fork to her plate with a loud clank. "My, my, my… so much to be done before the shop opens today, eh?" she said, hastily collecting everyone's dishes, not noticing that Toby was only half finished, and dropped them into the sink where they all but shattered. "Toby, love, would you run to the market and fetch more flour? I've run meself, out, I did," she spewed out, filling the sink with water.

"Yes, mum!" Toby replied, racing out the door, but not quick enough to miss seeing Mr. Todd walk over to Mrs. Lovett, snaking his arm around her waist. His eyes widened at the sight, but he ran off to the market before they'd see him looking.

Mrs. Lovett watched Sweeney get up off his chair and make his way over to where she was by the sink. She felt his arm move around her waist. "Is something on your mind, Mrs. Lovett? You seem rather…tense," he said, tightening his grip in the slightest. Mrs. Lovett let the dish she was rinsing drop into the sink, her eyes falling shut as she let out a light breath.

"You're the only one on me mind, now, Mr. T…" she sighed, sinking into him a little more. Sweeney stopped suddenly in his tracks. What are you doing, you bloody fool? You already messed things up enough as it is! His instincts were overcoming his thoughts though, and almost without thinking, he brought his mouth down near her ear.

"I want you later, Mrs. Lovett…tonight" he growled, nipping her ear slightly, and with that he stalked out of the room. Most likely to set up his shop for the day. Mrs. Lovett stared after him, her lips parting slightly with desire.

From the moment the sign was turned to display "Open", it seemed, the crowds began to get heavier and heavier. Words was most definitely getting out about the delicious tasting pies at Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie Emporium, and it seemed that the whole of London came daily to have a taste. Sweeney's business was booming as well, as word of his reputation as an talented barber was on the lips of what seemed like every well-groomed gentleman in the city. The dinner rush at the pie shop seemed to grow busier every day. It was an interesting existence, she had often thought to herself. Her and Mr. T each with their own shops, serving the customers pies made from previous…customers. Those above serving those down below, she thought with a small chuckle, as she placed a plate of pies down at a table. Realizing she had completely run out, she quickly made her way down to the bakehouse, where she pulled a tray of pies out of the furnace, and dashed back up the stairs, the tray balanced on her arm ascended the long flight of stone steps back into the kitchen. She had just set the tray on the countertop to cool before serving, when she felt a pair of arms move their way around her waist. "You're supposed to be in your shop," she said, without even turning around.

"No one's come in for a good ten minutes. Besides…the dinner rush is almost over," came Sweeney's voice, already husky.

"Not over yet, love, still got meself a few more trays to serve," Mrs. Lovett replied, moving herself out of his grip and looking him squarely in the face.

"Customers can wait," he rasped, moving downwards to kiss her neck. Mrs. Lovett pushed him away.

"Only a little while longer, dear," she said, hurrying out of the kitchen with the tray of pies, leaving Sweeney staring after her.

It seemed like hours before the last group of customers cleared out, and Mrs. Lovett hastily tidied up the plates left behind. Her legs throbbed with pain from the day, and she leaned against the countertop with a heavy sigh, pouring herself a tumbler of gin. She grimaced as it burned its way down, setting the cup back on the counter. Toby had gone to bed already, and with Mr. T still in his shop, the place seemed more silent than ever.

The silence was broken, however, when she heard a harsh clearing of a throat behind her. She smiled to herself, not yet turning around. "Well, who might that be then?" she asked, teasingly. She felt the cool blade of a razor find its way around her neck to rest at her throat, and she let out a sigh knowing whose hands were at the end of that razor.

"I believe you have an appointment, Mrs. Lovett," Sweeney whispered, his lips grazing against her ear as he spoke.

"I don't want to end up in a pie, if that's what you're implying…" she answered, trailing off slightly as he began moving his hands to slowly inch her dress off her shoulders as she leaned backwards into his chest. He began to kiss her shoulders, moving her dress lower down on her arms.

"I don't know about that, Mrs. Lovett, but right now you're looking quite…delicious…" he answered, nipping at her neck and jawline. You're being ridiculous, Sweeney, he thought as he moved his hands downward to grasp her ample breasts, made even more pronounced by the tightly laced corset she wore. She let out a gasp, turning around to kiss him on his mouth, her tongue entwining with his as she explored every bit of his hot mouth. He reached his arms around her, pressing her back against the counter as he began to unlace her dress. Mrs. Lovett broke away, gasping.

"…Bedroom…now…" she managed to rasp, taking his hand tightly in hers as she quickly pulled him to her room. There was no lighting save for one slowly melting candle in the corner, making the sharp angles of his face even more darkly alluring. "Now I'm yours…" she breathed, sinking into him as he resumed unlacing her dress until it fell in a heavy heap at the heels of her boots. Mine?... He questioned himself as he stared down at her. The idea was absurd, though they had gone too far already to turn back. What's one more time? He thought to himself, though as he looked down at her he was nearly taken aback at how lovely her eyes looked in the candlelit darkness. "Love?" she asked softly, touching him lightly on the shoulder. With that, he brought his mouth down hard on hers, scooping her up in him arms and almost violently throwing her down on the bed. He almost frantically unlaced her corset and pulled off her bloomers, throwing them unceremoniously against the wall. "You're bloody astonishing, Mr. T," she breathed, sucking in a breath as he slid into her. They frantically went to it, climaxing hard as fast, afterwards laying out of breath on the bed in each other's bruising grip. Still panting, Mrs. .Lovett looked over to Sweeney, who was staring up at the ceiling, breathing hard. "Are ya going to stay tonight, love?" she carefully asked, moving her hand across the sheets to touch his shoulder. Sweeney slowly turned his head to look at her. Is she bloody joking? He froze for a moment, looking back into her eyes, wide with hopefulness. There was something about those large, dark eyes of hers that made him nod his head slowly. "Thank you, love," she answered, moving herself over to put her arm around him and smiling up at him through the auburn curls that fell around her eyes. Sweeney was slightly taken aback, though he did respond, slowly moving his arm to place across her body. Mrs. Lovett was astounded by this. "Goodnight, Mr. T…" she said, trying to keep the glee out of her voice. Sweeney paused a moment, not knowing quite how to respond.

"Goodnight…Mrs. Lovett," he finally let out, almost seeing the smile on her face through the darkness as she nestled into him even more tightly, leaning her head against his shoulder. It's soothing, in a way, Sweeney thought, feeling Mrs. Lovett's steady breathing beneath his arm… and what will one night hurt?...

Well, there you go, loves. Chapter 3. Save for the extra bit of smut I threw in at the end for good measure (hehhehe you know I can't resist a good Sweenett scene!), this was a bit of a filler chapter. Not to worry though, darlings, this is all leading up somewhere. There'll be plenty more in the very near future, I promise. Love to you all!