Alright. Here it is. All I'm saying is that this story is rated "M" for a reason, okay?
Sweeney Todd was sitting in the leather chair which sat in the center of the room; having dozed off after his day in the market. His eyes snapped open, however, when the bell on the door to his shop gently sounded. He turned around in his seat to see Mrs. Lovett, her warm brown eyes focused on him. He noticed that she had the daisy embedded in her wild mess of auburn hair. Her glowing eyes flitted over his every facial feature, lingering on his eyes, before moving to the vanity sitting in the corner. He heard her shakily inhale when she noticed the vase of daisies resting upon it.
"Why?" she asked, her voice barely audible. "Why did you do this?" Her wide eyes were focused on him again, encased in tears.
He stood up and slowly approached her. He rose his hand to feel the velvet-smooth petal of the flower in her hair.
"Because you're impossible. And… I didn't know how else to get it through your thick head that I do care about you. I owe my revenge to you, daft woman…. And… You like daisies…" he said, his fingertips still caressing the silky petals. Her small hands rose to meet his, lacing her fingers with his as she lowered his hand to her side. His eyebrows raised slightly, not sure how to react to her gesture.
"You do care?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. She almost wouldn't let herself believe that he had just spoken those words. To her, no less… He didn't say anything, but he finally averted his gaze from the flower in her hair to look straight at her eyes. He squinted slightly, mildly irritated at how she needed to hear everything more than once.
"Don't make me say it again, Mrs. Lovett," he growled, his facial expression unchanging. She swallowed, bringing her head slightly back from his. She then slowly inched closer to him before tenderly kissing his pale lips, her eyes fluttering shut. Perfection…
His eyes widened again; unprepared for such an affectionate kiss. No, he couldn't handle it, he didn't want this… He ferociously bit her lip, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. He needed to get away from this tenderness… She moaned at the change of pace, breaking away from him for a moment.
She moved her head to his ear, whispering lightly, "I want you." Mr. Todd then felt her teeth bite into his neck, and he groaned from the most delightful combination of pain and pleasure he had ever known. He glanced down, her milky white neck exposed to him; arched in the most beautiful of ways…
She continued her trail of bite marks to the curve of his shoulder before returning to his mouth, her tongue instantly finding and caressing his. Mr. Todd moved his hands to the small of her back, pressing her to him to close whatever space remained between them. She inhaled lightly at the realization that it was not one of his razors pressing against her leg. Her hands went down to his waist, undoing his belt buckle before tossing it carelessly to the floor.
He suddenly broke away from her, grasping her shoulders firmly as he drew her away from where she fit so perfectly into the convexes of his body. His eyes hungrily explored her torso, visible through the white cotton of her nightgown. He quickly grabbed one of his razors from the vanity.
"Mr. Todd, wot are ya doin'?" Mrs. Lovett asked, slowly backing away from him. She couldn't trust him when his razors were in hand.
"Not to worry, pet. Trust me," he growled as he once again closed the distance between them. He made a cut in the fabric at the center of her chest, and drew the blade down until the garment was severed in two. She looked up at him, her eyes sultry and seductive as she slowly revealed her body to him. His lips parted at the sight of her, needing and wanting all of her at once, right now… He had been deprived of a woman for so long… He instantaneously wrapped his arms around her, kissing her fiercely as his hands caressed her smooth, porcelain back.
She broke their kiss, whispering into his ear again.
"I think it's your turn, Mr. T," she said playfully.
She teasingly bit his lower lip before pulling away, pulling his translucent, white cotton shirt over his head. The feeling of desire in her lower stomach grew with intensity when her eyes were given the sight of his exposed chest. His muscles were toned and firm from hard labor during his years as a prisoner, but Mrs. Lovett felt his turmoil was paying off now more than ever. He was as beautiful as she had imagined…
Her hands roved from his lower abdomen all the way up to his chest, adoring their chisled feel beneath her fingertips. She brought her lips down to where his heart pulsed beneath his skin, and feeling his blood rushing beneath her made her own heart pound even faster.
Mr. Todd slipped two fingertips under her chin, lifting her head from his chest to meet his gaze.
"I can't wait any longer."
He firmly wrapped his arms around her, and as he lifted his baker effortlessly off the floor she draped her legs around his bare upper body, burying her head into the curve of his neck. He carried her over to his barber chair, planting small bites on her exposed nape as he went. After resting her on the seat, his eyes again drank in the sight of her flawless, glowing body; her magnificent breasts heaving with her labored breath.
"Well, don' be shy, Mr. T," Mrs Lovett said, her voice low and seductive. Her smoldering eyes wandered down to the waistband of his trousers; her tongue lightly tracing her upper teeth.
"Drop 'em down."
His lips quivered into a slight smile at her eagerness. His hands fell to undo the button holding up his pants, his eyes never breaking her gaze. He drew both his undergarments and pants down to the floor, kicking them aside before retrieving his razor from where it had fallen to the ground beside Mrs. Lovett's torn nightgown.
He rushed back to Mrs. Lovett, noticing her hand had dipped between her legs; her eyes shut and her lips drawn apart. He met his lips with hers, sighing as both her hands went up to run through his smooth, black hair. One of his hands went to cradle her head while the other, still clutching the razor, plunged it deep inside her. Her back arched at the unexpected sensation as a pleasure-filled gasp escaped her throat.
"Mmm, Mr. Todd," she groaned, her head tipped back against the chair. He slowly moved the razor in and out of her, breaking away from her lips to pay her breasts some attention. He lightly kissed the tops of them, feeling her amplified groans vibrate in her chest. However, this could continue only so long before the piece of silver uniting them wasn't bringing their needed level of pleasure.
"Stop," Mrs. Lovett breathed.
"I need you. Inside me. Now," her voice developing a level of urgency Sweeney Todd just couldn't refuse. He obeyed, throwing the razor to the floor. He then carefully positioned himself at her entrance, and kept both eyes on hers before slamming into her relentlessly. She cried out from the sheer bliss of finally having him inside her. He buried his head into her chest, breathing in their combined erotic scent. This influenced him to thrust harder and more violently inside her; going deeper each time.
The heated energy that linked them together quickly grew to its boiling point with each time her shoved powerfully inside her; swiftly pushing the couple over the edge. Her fingernails dug into his back, leaving half-moon bruses as her scream melded together with his low yell, falling off the limits of their passion together.
They remained motionless, neither of them ready to accept what had just happened. Sweeney collapsed to the floor, bringing Mrs. Lovett with him as his legs failed him. His arm remained loosely wrapped around her shoulder as her head settled perfectly onto his chest. She lightly kissed his jawline.
"Sweeney?" she whispered, exhausted from living out her fantasy.
"Wot, Nellie?" he groveled, deep and rough. Leave it to her to have to say something in a moment like this...
He turned his head to look into her beautiful, chocolate colored eyes. He saw himself reflected in them in the most honest way possible, as he always did… but he was no longer sure of the man he saw.
"Thank ya fo' the daisies."
EEK! That was my first piece of smutty writing. Ever. I'm pretty happy with it, but I hope all of you are too!