Author's Note: Ehhhh, I'm not fond of the "scene" in this chapter... but tell me what you think.

Dislaimer: DON'T OWN

Mrs. Lovett, You're A Bloody Wonder, Eminintly Practical And Yet Approppriate As Always...


"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."


Nellie felt like her heart was going to literally burst out of her chest. Sweeney Todd had just told her that he loved her; that he wanted her. But did he want her the way she was imagining?

"Is tha' true Mr. Todd, or are yeh tryin' ter trick me again?" She whispered, pulling her hands free from his grasp.

"I just told you that I loved you, foolish woman! Don't you understand how hard this is for me?" Sweeney growled, caressing her face lightly. "Lucy is still in the house and yet here I am, confessing feelings for you that god only knows how long I have had!"

"Woll yeh knew perfectly well I was gonna' wait ferever if I had ter fer yeh!" Nellie yelled back. "Yeh've known fer so long tha' I love yeh, yeh coulda told me this at any moment!"

"But I couldn't!"

Nellie pushed his hand away from her face and crossed her arms across her chest uneasily. "Yeh still feel attached ter Lucy."

Sweeney's eyes fell to the floor as he nodded lightly. "She's still my wife..."

"She thinks yer a bloody crazy murderer!" Nellie yelled, touching his arm softly.

"I am a bloody crazy murderer, Nellie." Sweeney sneered and she shook her head.

"I still think yeh're the most amazin' man I've ever met." She smiled lightly and pulled her arms around him. "Murderer or not."

He stared at her for a moment, not believing she could actually love him for who he truly was... but then he remembered everything she had done for him since he'd returned home, and he smiled lightly.

"Now, Mr. T, in wot way exactly did yeh mean yeh wanted me?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest.

Sweeney grabbed her arms again and pushed her lightly against the wall, a grin across his lips. "In every way possible."

And as he took her mouth with his, and began to fumble with the layers of clothing she was trapped in, he felt wholesome... more than he had in a very long time. And he watched as her eyes glowed with the desire that had been so deeply buried within her long before he had become Sweeney Todd, and he couldn't help but smile even larger. Nellie Lovett was finally getting everything she'd wished for for well over fifteen years.


Nellie awoke the next morning to the soft sounds of Sweeney Todd's breathing in her ear. At first, it scared her, because the memories of what had happened last night hadn't popped into her mind yet, and she thought, absentmindedly, that she'd forced herself into his bed. But then, moments later, everything came back to her in a delightful rush. It had started in his shop... and somehow managed to end in his room. She couldn't remember how it had happened, because the pleasure had been far too great for her to worry about anything else.

"Mm." She stretched her arms over her head, and snuck a quick glance at Sweeney's slumbering form. "I love you."

She didn't mean for it to come out so loud, but obviousley Sweeney was a light sleeper.

"The feeling is mutual, love."

She smiled as he sat up beside her. "Was all of tha' even real?"

He leaned over and pressed his lips lightly on her forehead. "More real than anything I've ever known."

Nellie smiled at him as he got out of the bed, and began to redress himself. "Wot are the plans for today, Mr. T?"

"I'm in a good mood today, Nellie... perhaps I'll take a break from shaving costumers today, and help you in the pie shop."

"Thas gonna' be interestin'." She whispered.

"Are you saying I can't bake?" He narrowed his eyes as he began to button up his shirt.

"Somethin' like tha'."

As he finished his shirt and began pulling up his pants, he mumbled something lightly under his breath.

"Wot was that?" Nellie asked, removing herself from the bed.

"I said that you're an insolent prick who thinks she's the only one in the world who can make good pies."

"Tha' was rude," She whispered, wrapping the blanket around herself. "An' after I was nice enough teh forgive yeh fer last night."

"What did I say to upset you?" He asked, stepping closer to her.

"Yer still attached ter Lucy."

The words stung in his chest as she spoke them because he knew evey part of them were true; yet he didn't feel remorse for sleeping with Nellie. The true Lucy Barker was dead... and the woman downstairs sleeping on the couch was only the shell of the person she once was. And as he kissed Nellie, long and hard, he knew there was only one way to deal with this situation anymore...

One of them had to die.


End Note: Reviews are extreme love! Tell me what you think... ehh I tried to make it as less lemony as I could. I'm not good with this kind of stuff. :"3