Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Sweeney Todd (Fluff)

Y/N'S POV

     Groaning, I felt my insides lurch while taking a tray of freshly baked pies out of the oven. Mrs. Lovett glanced over, a line between her brows. "Y/N, are you okay?"

      "I'm fine, I just have cramps." I waved a hand dismissively. She smiled softly in empathy, and glanced at the clock.

       "Well, lucky for you, your break is coming up in ten minutes." She measured out some flour and poured it into a bowl.

        I took a breath, knowing that although Mrs. Lovett was kind, she still was strict about the pies and her shop.

         Only ten minutes.....

        

          Since me and Sweeney lived together in the attic, I went up to see him when my break was on.

          I love Sweeney, but with the steady supply of pies, he definitely had a few kills in today.

           He opened the door instantly when I knocked, wearing a fresh shirt and his hair damp. "Y/N, come in, my love."

           I kissed his cheek, before entering past him. The window was open, letting in a gust of cool air. "How's everything up here?" I asked, trying to keep a neutral expression.

           If it weren't for the medication that was taking a long time to work.

            "Y/N, we're going to be doing very well with the business." Sweeney's eyes glittered.

             He finished polishing his razor before turning to me, a smile on his face. "The last  gentleman-what's  wrong, Y/N?"

           Sweeney could easily read people, so there was really no point in not telling him what was going on.

            "It's nothing, really, I'm just on my period, Sweeney." I flushed as I said this.

            His face was red too. "Oh. Could I do anything for you?"

            Sweeney tried to be more sensitive to me when it was that time of the month. Giving me massages, or warming up his razors and placing them, covered, over my torso.  But even then, he could be clueless.

            "Could you hold me, Sweeney?"

            Those dark eyes flashed, and he nodded, nearing me. Despite his hands being rough and callused, they were gentle as he pulled me close.

            His arms circled around my back and waist. He smelled of soap and shaving cream.

           My arms were tickled by his black hair, but I didn't mind.

           After a while, Sweeney sighed wistfully, his mouth quirking up at the side. "I love you, Y/N. I know I can be distant, and I don't say it enough, but I love you."

          Soon after, his lips met my forehead, smirking as he felt my skin heat up. "After all this time, you still get flustered by me?"

          "It would be hard not to, Mr. Todd," I teased. Sweeney chuckled, something that was rare for him.

           "Well, Y/N, it looks like I'll be enjoying myself then."