Author's Note: Two chapters in one day :3 I rock. I rock. :3 I hope you like it.
Dislaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd. Sadly...
Ladies, My lord, Are Weak...
"You should go take care of Lucy now, before Toby passes out for the night."
She nodded and turned away.
"Nellie?" He asked before she opened the door.
"Wot is it?" She said, turning to face him.
Instead of speaking, he swept closer to her, making sure to brush his lips ever so softly against hers in a light kiss. He felt her try to give into his lips, but he pulled back before she could do anything of the sort.
"Good night." He turned away from her and heard the door slam shut, then he felt the tears sting his eyes. "And farewell."
Nellie awoke the next morning, face to face with a disgusting growth. It of course, belonged to Lucy Barker. As she pushed herself out of bed, she couldn't help but replay the scenario that had happened with Mr. Todd last night. He had kissed her again... lightly, but he had done it intentionaly... because he wanted too.
"Bloody 'ell, this is confusin'." She whispered, walking out of her bedroom and to the pie shop.
As she reached her shop, she smiled at the sight of Toby passed out at the booth, another bottle of gin in his hands. Her main concern though, was seeing if Mr. Todd was alright since last night. She knew how moody he could be after... intimate moments.
She felt herself blush at the word.
And as she walked up the stairs to the barber's shop, she couldn't help but feel hopeful that he was going to continue to be like this to her. But as she opened the door to the shop, she noticed that the barber wasn't there... and neither were his razors.
Sweeney Todd was lost...
He didn't know where he was going, but all he knew was that he needed to get out of that crazy house before he actually did fall in love with Nellie Lovett.
"Wot am I doing, just running away?" Sweeney stopped walking for a minute and slammed his fist into the wall beside him. "Wot purpose do I have if I just run away?"
"Mr. Todd, is that you?" A voice behind him whispered, and he stiffened slightly.
"Anthony..." He whispered.
"Why are you wandering the streets? Shouldn't you be with that nice lady who has the pie shop below your establishment?" Anthony asked, stepping beside the barber.
"I needed to get out of there."
"May I ask why?"
Sweeney sighed and faced the boy. "My wife is living with us right now, and I'm not sure I can be with the two of them in the same house."
"That is a bit of a mess, hm?" Anthony smiled lightly. "I'm not having much luck with figuring out how to save that girl Johanna, either."
"You need to get her far out of London." Sweeney whispered, gripping his razor within his coat. "Before it destroys the both of you."
"I planned on that from the start, Mr. Todd. I just wish I could help you with your love troubles like you've tried to help me."
"They aren't love troubles." He grumbled.
"You've been living with that baker woman for so long... and she's been there so long, that you've developed feelings for her. I know you don't want to admit it, but it's true." Anthony smiled and began to turn away from Sweeney. "I need to get back to the Judge's house, to see Johanna again."
As Anthony walked away, Sweeney felt himself sigh deeply.
He hated being proved wrong.
Nellie was frantic. Night had already fallen, and Mr. Todd hadn't returned home.
"Wot if the Beadle caught 'im?" Nellie paced back in forth in the barbers shop, tears clinging to the corners of her eyes. "Wot if I drove 'im off ter do somethin' stupid!"
As Nellie continued to yell and scream about Mr. Todd's absence, she took no note to the fact that he had just entered the barber shop and was standing directly behind her.
"Wot if I neva' get ter 'old 'im again? Wot if I neva get ter kiss those lips... Or even see 'is smilin' face-" She whispered.
"Nellie, you've been doing this for hours, 'aven't you?" Sweeney muttered, holding his forehead.
She jumped at the sound of his voice, and turned to face him, her pale complexion now crimson.
"Um, I'm sorry Mr. T, tha' all came out way wrong." She mumbled as he set the box of razors down on the dresser near him.
"Nellie, stop lying to me." Sweeney growled. "That didn't get you very far before.""I was so afraid when yeh left that yeh wouldn't come ter me..." She whispered. "I don't want ter lose yeh, Sweeney."
"I wasn't, in all honesty, going to come back. I was prepared to go as far away from here as I could, but I decided to give something a try before I leave." Sweeney backed himself so close to Nellie, that her breasts were touching his chest. "I can't lie to meself anymore."
"A-about wot?" Nellie breathed as his lips came closer to hers.
"About how I'm in love with you, Nellie Lovett," Sweeney gripped her hands and whispered lightly in her ear. "And how much I want you."
End Note: It get's better after this. I can't write lemons... so I won't do one... ehhh I may do something leading to one... but not one itself. Reviews are love.
