19. Found
In the darkness of the bedroom, lying there wrapped in warm, soft limbs, Benjamin sighs contentedly. He presses one last gentle kiss against his wife's flaxen temple and envelops her more securely in his arms, nuzzling at the milky skin of her shoulder. He can tell she is smiling into the night, rubbing a hand soothingly down his chest and dropping her head underneath his chin to curl fully into his embrace. The sweat dries quickly in the cool air, the heat of their cumulative passions evaporating now that the promise of sleep encapsulates them.
Listening to Lucy's even breathing, her supple breasts rising reassuringly against his side, Benjamin knows he has found the one woman he can share eternity with.
In the darkness of the bedroom, lying there stiffly as cold, calloused limbs attempt to stifle him, Todd huffs in frustration. He presses one last rough kiss against his landlady's dull, matted tresses in an attempt to make her release him, digging his fingernails into her shoulders as an added warning. He can tell she is frowning into the night, the hand that moments ago was drawing blood from his skin now trying to heal the wounds she has inflicted on his chest. She even has the audacity to tuck her head under his chin to curl fully into his lifeless arms when she has finished. The sweat is uncomfortable to lie in, lingering between them, a sign that sex is the only thing that they can share.
Listening to Mrs. Lovett's irregular breathing, her firm breasts pressed awkwardly against his side, Todd wonders how he has found a world of ash to replace the golden era he had loved before.