She woke suddenly as flinched as her head banged violently. Her eye make up she had spent so much time perfecting had smudged everywhere; she had obviously been crying harder than she thought. How could she have let the Beadle do that to her?! She sobbed harder as she recounted the event, the memories burning in her mind. Over in the shop, she heard the small tinkling of the door bell, and she guessed it was Sweeney returning. She quickly wiped her face and fluffed her hair, trying to hide any evidence that something happened earlier. Sweeney entered the parlour, his shadow casting past the door. Mrs Lovett smiled at his familiar shape. He stepped forward into the remaining light, gazing down at Mrs Lovett. She could see he wore a confused expression upon his pale face. "Pet, what's wrong?", his gentle voice came. "I……", Mrs Lovett paused. "Nothin', nothing's wrong, love", she assured him trying to smile, although more tears protruded down her face, hiding the truth. She couldn't tell him what she'd let the Beadle do to her, it would ruin what she wanted her and Sweeney to be, together, and spoil everything. Mr Todd stepped closer in concern. "I….I jus' missed 'ya is all", she quickly said, tears now stretching down her wet face. "Ohhh, come 'ere pet", Sweeney cooed, as Mrs Lovett stepped up and forward into his arms, as he pressed her close against his cold leather jacket. Dhe loved the smell of him. Sweeney ran his hands down Mrs Lovett's back, stopping as he noticed her flinch. Memories of earlier flashed through Mrs Lovett's mind. Sweeney looked down at her, the concerned expression re-appearing on his face. "'Ya 'ave cold 'ands", she answered, without looking up. Sweene laughed. Mrs Lovett placed her hands on his shoulders, and leaned up under his chin, nuzzling at his neck. Sweeney in turn bit playfully at her collarbone, furthering his way down to her pulse point. She moaned slightly as he ran his fingers over her dress and along her thighs, before contacting her skin, making her jump in anticipation. Mrs Lovett in turn ran her fingers through his long black hair. Suddenly, Sweeney's lips crashed down on her own. She parted her lips and deepened the kiss, letting him explore more of her mouth. Mr Todd's hands were now fully under her dress: he was slowly undoing her corset strings. Moans emitted deep within Mrs Lovett's throat, as she now cupped Sweeney's cheeks, pushing more of him into her mouth. They sucked at each other in the dull room: the familiar darkness of Fleet Street closing in on them. Mrs Lovett jumped excitedly as she allowed Sweeney to pick her up bridal style and carry her through to her bedroom. Throwing her neatly folded flour covered dress and tank on the floor, Mr Todd gently lay Mrs Lovett down on the bed, before laying himself on top of her. They reconnected in another passionate kiss. Mrs Lovett let her hands explore more of Sweeney, running her hands down his spine and stopping at the bottom of his back. She reached back up to his neck, and started undoing his shirt buttons. She folded it back off of his shoulders, leaving it over his arms. She bit at his collarbone, up to his shoulders, and she could feel the small groans inside his throat. She ripped off the remains of his shirt, and placed her head against his bare chest. Sweeney tended to Mrs Lovett's dress, finishing what he had started earlier. He gently pulled the elegant dress over her head, and placed it on the floor along with the other one, burying his head in her corset covered chest, which slowly rose and fell in time with her breathing. He untied the remaining strings of her tight corset, wanting to explore more of her chest, and easily slid it away from her hot skin, exposing her fully formed, milky white breasts. He bit playfully at her hard tips, one in his mouth, the other being rolled between his fingers. Mrs Lovett moaned beneath him. Seeing that her actions pleasured her, he moved downwards, lightly trailing along her pale skin. He danced his fingers around er entrance, teasing her, before sliding them in and gently moving them back anf forth, slow to begin with. Finding her pressure points, she squealed slightly, and then much louder and more frequently as he sped up. Mrs Lovett grabbed at the headboard, using it to help her rock in time with Sweeney. He pulled two fingers , leaving one inside her, and licked them clean, like licking caramel sticking between your fingers, and arched down, likcing her wet clit. "Fu-Oooh Mr T!", she screamed, as he hoisted himself onto her so he was level with her stomach, as she placed her hands on his belt, untying it at first, before reaching for his razor he always kept in his pocket, and slashing the belt clean from his waist. She slid his underwear down, and placed her hands around his base, running her fingers along his hard length. He pressed it close to her, and focused on his finger inside her. She screamed with delight as she remembered they were ther. "Ahhh, Ohh, Oh my - Fuck! Mr T I need 'ya, inside me now!", she begged. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his length, entering her roughly. She moaned beneath him, her hips bucking vigerously. Sweeney placed his hands beneath her, still pummelling roughly, and guided her timing with his. Mrs Lovett in turn grabbed his chest and sushed him down, wanting more of him inside her. She could feel her orgasm coming hastily. Sweeney licked at her breasts and lost himself in them, groaning uncontrollably. He too could feel it coming, and sped up to enhance the feeling. He flipped Mrs Lovett over so she lay on her stomach, and clawed playfully at her back, her head buried in the pillows as she squealed. "Jus'…jus' 'a bit more, Mr T…'ya can do it!", she urged, turning back over. Suddenly he released inside her, yelling into Mrs Lovett as he relived himself. She in turn shrieked as it hit her, hard, panting as she relaxed. Sweeney pulled out and lead his head on Mrs Lovett's chest. She stroked his hair between pants. She smiled as she remembered the earlier incident with the Beadle. It no longer hurt her to think about it. Sweeney had proved his comment wrong. The Beadle would never have been able to pleasure her like Mr T had just done, no matter how hard he tried. She gazed down at Sweeney's tired form, and grinned even more. The Beadle had been Bea'den.