Oh, wow! Thanks for the reviews! I really do like this story a lot. Now I have a direction for it to go, and I'm going to guess it will be…4 or 5 chapters long. Not too long, I promise it will end with a bang, a.k.a. some SweeneyxLovett hardcore "fun" time. Wink wink. Lol.

Anyway, we need some background here. Just what kind of behavior did Toby display last night? You're about to find out.

Chapter Two: Losing Control

Toby was awake.

He knew he should be up and helping Mrs. Lovett by now, but he could hear her conversing with Mr. Todd, so he laid back down. Mr. Todd…it made Toby sick. How could Mrs. Lovett be in love with someone so cold? So full of secrets? Mr. Todd scared him less than he used to, but still Toby left the man be and hoped he would do the same. But it's hard when Mrs. Lovett, his mother practically, was so obviously in love with the twisted man.

Toby's mind slipped into thoughts of last night and Abigail. Abigail, with her long, wavy, hazelnut hair and big, green, shimmering eyes. He had only known her for a week now, but when he first saw her come into the shop, he knew he wanted to be with her. He stuck up a conversation that day, and they've been privately meeting ever since.

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(flashback)

"Toby…no…" she would say quietly as he kissed her neck and held on to her hips.

"Shh…" he would whisper under her ear. His hands traveled up her body and stopped on her breasts lightly.

"Stop!" Abigail pulled Toby's hands off of herself. Her eyes were damp and seemed to shimmer even more than usual.

"What's wrong? Do you not like me?" Toby was concerned for the girl he truly thought would someday be his wife. She was his first love, and he found himself always getting carried away.

"Of course I like you!" Abigail had a soft yet high pitched voice. She looked into Toby's eyes. "And I could very well love you, but you're going too fast is all." Abigail was 2 years younger than Toby was.

"I…I'm sorry. I just want to make you 'appy." Toby looked down.

"Oh, you do!" Abigail placed a small hand on his shoulder. "You're wonderful." She smiled.

Being still naïve and young at heart, Toby still possessed the trait of not understanding what he was doing, really. Did he realize he was taking advantage of a young girl? No. He thought everything he was doing was fine, because he had not been told otherwise. So when he looked into Abigail's sweet eyes again, he wanted to kiss her. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to be all over her. His intentions were not un pure, and he couldn't help he hormones. Hell, he didn't know what was "un pure". He just knew what he wanted, and didn't see why he couldn't get it, if it would be good for the both of them.

He kissed her intensely, and she returned it, now feeling obliged to. She really did like Toby, but kept in mind that he had only been a week since they met. She still didn't really know him, but that didn't seem to slow him down.

He pushed her up against the cold, rough brick wall in the outside patio of the pie shop. The shop was closed, and it was very late out now, the darkness in the streets of London was their shelter. However, the darkness couldn't shield every window around them, an example being Mr. Todd's side window, which got a nice view from above them. Mr. Todd's figure in the window couldn't be seen unless you were absolutely looking for it that night, and Toby definitely wasn't, and Abigail was too busy trying to control Toby. Abigail really didn't mind the kissing, she liked it. It was when his hands began rubbing her body up and down that she knew if she didn't stop him then, she'd never be able to. But this time he was quick. Abigail wasn't noticing where his hands were when Toby lifted up her skirts and began rubbing her thighs roughly.

Abigail gasped. "Stop Toby," she whimpered. "Stop or I swear I'll scream."

Toby had changed from his normal sweet self to in a sort of trance. His eyes glared down at her, he was breathing heavily. He continued to move his hands further to her inner thighs, where it was warm and untouched until now.

Abigail was scared. "Toby, please stop!" she said it loud enough to snap him out of it.

Above, Sweeney watched intently with amusement. The foolish lad. Giving in to mindless desires and letting it take over his being. At that moment, Mrs. Lovett came to Sweeney's mind. No, no, he would not behave like Toby. Toby was a young boy and he a grown man who should be focused on his goal of killing the Judge. Then a thought of him and Mrs. Lovett being up against that wall crossed into his brain. He grinned to himself, looked back down at Toby molesting the young girl, and turned to silently retire to his bedroom to sleep.

Toby stopped. He skirts fell back down and he took his hands quickly off of her. Abigail was angry, taking in short but large amounts of air into her tiny chest. She was also sad and confused. She did like Toby. Why did he not respect that she did not want this?

Toby stared down as though he couldn't believe himself.

"Toby, um…" Abigail said. "please do try to control yourself. I like you a lot. You're very charming…"

Toby looked up at her, defeated.

"I'm sorry I do not want what you want, but one day I may." Abigail was trying her best to cheer him up. She knew that deep down he would never want to do something to her she wouldn't want, but that he just lost control when he got so far. She liked the Toby who she always laughed and talked with, not the one who was driven by…passion for sex. Or something like that. She really didn't know, but she had heard stories from her friends about their boyfriends.

Toby felt sadness in his gut. He just wanted to be closer to her…but if she didn't want that…

"It's alright. I'm sorry I did all that." Toby didn't really understand still.

Abigail smiled. "I should go. I'll see you next week, pa'haps?" she hugged him slightly and waved before turning the corner and leaving Toby alone in the dark.

(end flashback)

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After Abigail left, Toby slowly walked in the shop, quietly and being careful not to make any noise to wake up Mrs. Lovett, who was in her room. Toby sat up on the couch he slept on in the sitting room and thought for a while. Going over his actions, he was lucky Abigail was so forgiving. Toby promised to contain himself from then on. He really card for Abigail and he will respect her in a more proper manner, he thought. Everything will be fine, because she obviously did care for him a lot.

Now it was morning. After hearing the side door shut, Toby figured Mr. Todd and Mrs. Lovett's conversation was over, so he got to his feet and pulled on his work clothes, which were worn and gray. Then he opened the door into the shop.

Mrs. Lovett was at a table, staring out a window with a fist under her chin. She turned her face in his direction when she heard him step in.

"Why g'mornin sleepy 'ead." She said.

"Mornin mum." He smiled as he messed his up short black hair by roughly rubbing it vigorously through his hands.

"You was out late las night, 'ad me worried." She said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"Yeah, with Abigail." Toby grabbed a pie from the counter and munched.

"Oh thas 'er name…" Mrs. Lovett responded, then she got an idea. "Hey um, Toby…" she got up from the table and pushed in her chair. "Do ya mind cleanin' that window up there in Mr. Todd's shop today? I've been, uh, meanin' ta do it meself but, I uh, haven't the uh," she was looking down at her dress, straightening it over and over. "the time is all."

Toby thought she was acting a bit strange, but didn't catch on completely. "Sure thing. I'll jus go now 'an get it done." He walked over to the sink and grabbed a wet rag from the side of it.

"Good lad." Mrs. Lovett said quietly as Toby walked across the room, setting his half-eaten pie on the counter and went out the side door.

Mrs. Lovett smiled. She really didn't mean for him to go that very minute…Mr. Todd wouldn't like this. He's probably come down all fussy and annoyed and not speak to her for a while. But he needs to speak to Toby, and this was just a little push to help it a long!

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Sweeney kicked the trunk near the door after he slammed the door to his shop shut.

Damn woman. Why does he think of her so? Her flirting is obvious…was she foolish enough to think he was not catching on? And that it only annoyed him more? Then he thought…does it really annoy him? Her dresses do allow him to have a small but certain glance at her pale, beautiful flesh beneath her neck. It was probably warm, he guessed. Close to her heart, where her blood pumped all through her body.

Sweeney walked over to his cracked mirror. How could these thoughts even be in his head? He is losing sight of his purpose…it is being conveniently swept away by Mrs. Lovett's love. She did love him. He could tell. Any man would be lucky to have such a woman grant him with her love. She was strong enough to chop up bloody corpses, and sweet enough to find pleasure in just spending time at the sea side, like she had always told him. She WAS a bloody wonder. And did he…did he want her? If he was pushed any more by her flirting…if he let more thoughts of her rise in his mind…it was not hard to believe that he may lose complete control and sweep her off of her feet in such an aggressive manner that he could perhaps even hurt her. Because the way he was thinking…it made him angry. She could be blamed for part of it, with her low cut dresses, and "Oh, Mr.T"'s and all of her foolish play to get him to notice her feelings. Well he did notice them. And he didn't like them. They were distracting. Yet his rage for wanting to touch her and give her what she desired in his OWN fashion kept growing.

Behind him, the door creaked open and the little bell chimed to announce that he was not alone. Toby stood in the doorway.

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YAY! I hope you all like this chapter. Toby is a naughty little boy. Someone needs to settle him down with a talk. But a talk from Mr. Todd will be interesting indeed, especially when he has his own desires of Mrs. Lovett to deal with.

Look for chapter 3 soon! Please review, as well. Like I've said before, I love to hear what you all think!

- Aria