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Lucy stirs from her sleep; there is someone knocking on the door, calling her name. Shielding her eyes from the daylight sun, she slowly opens them. Squinting, she takes a look around- confused to the unfamiliar surroundings. Panic starts to bubble inside her chest; she does not know where she is. All she knows is that she is in a rather, lavish looking bedroom- contrary to the apartment where they live in.
That's when reality dawns on her. She now remembers having a fight with her husband and going to the judge. She is in Judge Turpin's house- bedroom. A sigh of relief escapes her and, she slumps back down the bed- not even realizing that she abruptly sits up straight a while ago in panic. She is about to sleep again when she hears her name being called, followed by a soft knock.
Flinging the covers to the side, she grabs the robe on the side of her bed and puts it on- tightening the knot to cover her body. Wearing her slippers- provided by The Judge-, she pads towards the door and opens it. In front she stands the one and only honourable Judge Turpin. He is smiling down at her, holding a stem of red rose. He hands the flower to her, kissing her hand. She blushes in response and murmurs a 'thank you'.
"Good Morning, Mrs- Lucy. I hate to disturb you in your sleep but, it is time for breakfast now. We wouldn't want you missing the first meal of the day- and I say, the most important one, won't we?" he says, smirking as he quirks an eyebrow up.
She nods timidly.
Judge Turpin turns and walks away but, he calls after her again- turning his head to the side. "The dining's down the hall, third door to your left."
With that, she closes the door and proceeds to change back to the dress she is wearing last night.
After changing to a more appropriate dress, Lucy goes down to the dining area. The Judge is already there, seated at the head of the table. Beadle Bamford is also present, seated at the right of The Judge. He appears to be eating already.
She walks towards Judge Turpin- to his left- passing the line of maids that are standing on the side- hungrily gazing at the food served on the table. She thinks of asking why they are not eating since they are not doing anything- and they all look hungry- but, she does not want to question The Judge.
Judge Turpin stands and moves the chair for her; she takes a seat and thanks him. Seeing that Judge Turpin has not started eating yet, her cheeks redden, feeling embarrassed for keeping him wait. She ducks her head down to hide her blush. Then, a hand softly taps her on the shoulder, she looks up to find The Judge's worried face staring at her.
"Is there something wrong?" The Beadle stops eating and looks up to her, to see. When she shakes her head no, Beadle Bamford shrugs and continues eating- while The Judge lightly squeezes her shoulder. She smiles at him in reassurance.
"Let's eat, then." The Judge says. He starts taking food, placing them on Lucy's plate.
While The Judge is concentrating on filling Lucy's plate, she glances up at him. She smiles to herself, liking how the man in front of her treats her so nicely. She feels very special around him- like a queen. It is not that her husband treats her badly; it's just that she feels so distant with him now. Or maybe she just feels differently because they are not in good terms right now- yes, that's it.
Benjamin wakes up to hearing loud crashing noises. He moves to get out of bed to check if maybe Lucy has come back, but then he falls with a thud; he is now face to face with the floor. Groaning, he lifts himself up into a sitting position. Upon looking around, he realizes that he is in Mrs. Lovett's parlour- a common occurrence. He immediately stands up, wobbling slightly. He then goes out to the shop to look for the baker.
He finds her at the counter, pounding mercilessly at the dough. She is much focused on what she's doing that she does not realize that he is standing near her. Suddenly, an idea occurs to him. Smirking, he sneaks up behind her, careful not to make so much noise. Then without warning, he firmly wraps his arm around her, offering no escape- while the other attacks her sides, tickling her.
She yelps in surprise and thrashes around to free herself but, he is too strong. Looking for a way out, she uses her free hands and grabs the flour at the counter-hoping it will distract him enough to let her go. She throws it at Ben, getting covered herself in the process. Her plan is successful; he releases her, stumbling forward as he does so. She turns around ready to scold him but he is not in front of her.
She finds Ben on the floor, sitting, coughing furiously. She crouches down beside him, her heart beating fast in panic. "Ben? Ben, are you alright?"
He does not answer her. He is clutching his chest now, while he continues to cough. She does not know what to do, she ceases shaking him seeing as it is not helping. She stays beside him, doing nothing for her mind is blank; all she can do is staring at him.
She stares at him as he crumbles down the floor, taking sharp intakes of breath in between his coughing. She scrambles at his side, getting more and more hysterical and crying. Her body is shaking. Her sobs are accompanied by his coughing.
"Ben! Ben please! Stop! I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" she screams and begs but it seems like he is getting worse.
She places her head on his stomach and wraps her arms around him as she continues to cry- not aware that this action is definitely not helping him. But fortunately after a while, she notices that Ben's coughing stops. She lifts here head up to see if he's okay and instead she sees him…. Laughing. She's been tricked, again!
Sitting up, she straddles his waist and clutches the front of his shirt. His only reaction is to laugh even more. So she starts shaking him, his body lifting off the floor. He holds onto her as she assaults him, scared that he might hit his head on the ground.
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" Mrs. Lovett screams at him. Still, he finds it funny how he got her a while ago- oh she's really scared. So, he laughs even more.
After a while, she releases him, his head hits the floor but not that hard. She buries her head at the crook of his neck. He lay panting on the floor, catching his breath while still chuckling. When his laughter subsides, that's when he notices that Mrs. Lovett is crying. Not expecting her to react like this, he wraps his arms around her and caresses her back, feeling terribly guilty. "Shh… it's alright. I'm fine now- I was just kidding. I'm sorry- shh… calm down."
Mrs. Lovett stops crying moments later, and Ben notice this with a relief- though he continues to run his hands down her back. After regaining her composure, she is now again prepared to berate him. She traps him, her hands at both sides of his head, her face dangerously close to him. Her face contorts into an angry feature then, she opens her mouth and starts preaching.
"You're a bastard, you know?! I hate you so much, Ben! Do you know how worried I was? No, you didn't- seeing you was so happy when you saw me crying. I was panicking and you still didn't stop pretending. I hate you! That weren't a good joke, Ben! I was so scared- I thought you was- I hate you! You could really be dying there and-"
She is cut off from speaking when suddenly, hungry lips are pressing into hers. She is too stunned to react at first but after her initial shock, she starts responding. Their kisses are desperate and passionate. Both are fighting for dominance but neither is winning. Their moans of pleasure are swallowed by each other's mouth.
Ben manages to flip Mrs. Lovett, without breaking the kiss- he is now the one on top of her. She wraps her legs around his waist, feeling his hard member rubbing against her. She starts unbuttoning his shirt, opening them one by one at first but eventually ripping them off. She tries removing his shirt but cannot, for his hands are tangled in her wild tresses.
Sensing what she's trying to do, Ben lifts himself up and removes the clothing- helping her. Right after, He immediately goes back to assaulting her, her neck this time. Placing wet kisses and sucking at the sensitive skin. He flips them over again, and sits up. They are now in a seating position with her on his lap.
He starts working on the many laces of her dress, but he is finding it hard to remove them. Noticing this, Mrs. Lovett helps him. He lets her remove them and busies himself with her lips. Untying the last lace, the dress comes undone; it drops down to her waist, uncovering her breasts. She is now bare in front of him. He stops what he's doing to marvel at the sight in front of him. He can feel himself getting harder- if possible.
Mrs. Lovett blushes at the intense gaze he's giving her body. She wants to recoil but she holds still, letting him. Slowly, he raises a hand and brushes them lightly over her erect nipple- her body shivers at the pleasure. Then, with much subtleness, he cups his breast- kneading them like dough. She throws her head back, closing her eyes and moaning at the sensation. She grabs his other hand and places it on her other breast, encouraging him. She can feel her knickers getting wetter.
She grinds herself on him, also wanting to pleasure him. She smirks as he gives out a long groan. His mouth finds her nipples, alternating between left and right- he teases them between his teeth, lightly biting. She grabs a fistful of her hair, bringing his face closer to her as her hips grinds to him more enthusiastically.
She slides her hands between their bodies, feeling her hard muscular chest. She reaches for her trousers, and she immediately unbuckles his belt. When she unbuttons his pants, she slides her hand further down to grab his member, she feels his breath skip when she does so. Teasing him, she slowly runs her hand up and down his length, then faster, then slower and so on.
He is now completely immobile- head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth hanging open. Then, she releases her hold on him, which earns her a noise of protest. Kneeling- as not to be seen outside- she, ever so slowly, unfastens her skirt and lets it drop on the floor, pooling around her. Clad only with underwear and stockings, she sits on the floor and sensually removes her stockings- never taking her eyes off of Benjamin.
As the last one comes off, she kneels again, hooking her thumb on the waistband of her underwear and teasingly rolling it down. When it reaches her knees, she lifts them up alternately to remove her knickers completely. She loves the lust filled gaze he is giving her.
She yelps in surprise when Ben suddenly launches himself on her, pinning her on the floor with her hands above her head. He kisses her hard on the lips as she fights to remove her hands from his hold- wanting to touch him. Growling, he let go of her, removing his trousers and positioning himself on her between legs.
Looking at her for permission, she nods. He positions the tip of his member on her dripping entrance, both groaning in pleasure as he enters her. She wraps her arms tightly around him, not wanting him to move yet but feel him fill her- complete her. He obeys, wanting the same.
Then, after a few seconds, she releases her hold on him and thrusts her hips upwards. Taking the signal, Benjamin starts moving inside her. They are both gentle at first but it didn't take long when they find their body moving with intense and hunger.
His thrusts are getting harder and faster and she, getting closer and closer to the brink of climaxing. She lifts her legs higher, giving him an angle to take her deeper- these both gave them immense pleasure. She is digging her nails on his back, leaving marks. He can feel the pain from her nails but he casts it aside, for pleasure wins over pain.
Her moans are getting louder, and if she does not stop, soon the whole Fleet Street will hear her. He leans down and kisses her hard to silence her cries- their tongues fighting with each other. Sooner rather than later, she stills and throws her head back, her mouth hanging open and her face in pure bliss as she reaches her climax. She writhes under him, a few more thrusts and he also reaches his own.
He collapses on top of her, both panting and catching their breath. After regaining their breath, he rolls off her and drops to her side, pulling her close to him. She snuggles against him, pressing a kiss on his chest. They lay in each other's arm, not speaking, basking at the great sensation they are feeling while it's still there. They know that it will not last, and later, they will regret what they did but, for now they enjoy.
Lucy walks up the stairs leading to their apartment, turning the knob open, it does not fully turn- closed. She wonders where Benjamin could be. She ponders for a minute and sighs in defeat as she has no clue of the places he goes to. Trudging down the stairs she stops at Mrs. Lovett's shop. Maybe she can stay there while waiting for her husband.
Though she does not talk to Mrs. Lovett that much, Lucy finds her company enjoyable. She is a very cheery person- she is a ball of sunlight. Smiling at the memory of her last conversation with the baker, she opens the door to her shop and walks in- there's no one inside.
"Mrs. Lovett." Lucy calls, she must be around somewhere for the door is open.
She takes a look around, as if the baker is hiding in the corner. Her gaze stops at the counter, it looks like Mrs. Lovett is working on her pies. There flour are scattered everywhere and dough that is flattened by the rolling pin.
"Mrs. Lovett, are you there?" she calls again, receiving no reply.
She ambles towards the counter, she is about to peer when the baker's head popped up, startling her.
"Oh, Mrs. Lovett, you scared me." She says, heart beating fast, clutching her chest.
"Sorry Dearie." The baker smiles at her, and grabs her rolling pin to continue to flatten the dough.
"I was calling for you, you didn't hear me?" Lucy asks a bit sceptic. She notices that Mrs. Lovett's hair is wilder than usual and she is covered with flour. She wonders on what she may be doing behind the counter.
"Hmm, no, sorry. I was busy, you see… making pies and all." She answers dismissively, not even looking at the very confused Mrs. Barker.
"What are you doing down there?" Lucy stands on her tiptoes, trying to see what made her so busy to not hear her.
But the baker stops her before it's too late. "No!"
Shocked, Lucy steps back and murmurs a 'sorry' to the baker. Mrs. Lovett approaches her taking her by the hand and leading her out. "I'm sorry Mrs. Barker, I'm quite busy right now, and I can't have you distracting me."
Lucy cannot do anything but go out of the shop. Before the baker can close the door to her she asks "Mrs. Lovett, do you happen to know where my husband is?"
Mrs. Lovett goes rigid but quickly masks it off by putting on a bright smile. "No, I don't. Good bye, Mrs. Barker."
Before Lucy can reply, the door is already shut.
She stands outside Mrs. Lovett's shop for a while, pondering why the baker is acting so strangely. She noticed how she tensed by the mention of her husband and also, what is she hiding behind that counter? There are so many questions running in Lucy's mind and to answer them, she hides herself at the wall and looks inside the shop- careful to not expose herself.
That's when her questions are answered: when another head popped up the counter… the head of her darling husband.
Credits to awesomefrankiefan for this chapter. Thank you for giving me the idea. though I said I wouldn't do it yet, but it happened when I was writing it.
I hope you guys are not disappointed with the sex scene. It was new to me and I was nervous about it. I hope it was okay. is it? tell me :)
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