Short Character Stories (Mainly about Johnny Depp)

Waking Next To Sweeney Todd (Part 36)

I'm obsessed with Sweeney Todd again so I decided to write about him.

The only reason you woke up when you did was because of the ugly sound of horse hooves running down the cobbled streets outside of the barbers shop. You opened one eye then the other, Sweeney was already out of bed and stood by the window looking out. 

He wore his usual white shirt and black trousers, but his shirt was completely unbuttoned, showing his whole torso and chest to the world from the window. His hair was damp and slicked back.

"Todd?" You questioned which made him turn towards you, it made him grin.

"Love? Did I wake you from your slumber?" He closed the curtains and dived onto the bed then crawled over to you. He rested his head on your stomach and snuggled.

"No." You began playing with his wet hair. "Why are you up so early?"

"It isn't too early, only 9am."

"Hmm, I'm still so tired." You used your other available hand to rub your eyes.

"Well, we did get up to a lot last night. I must have tired your little self out so much that you felt the need to sleep more than normal."

"Hmm, speaking of which, why did you get dressed?"

"I figured that I should wake up, shower then feed the plants downstairs. I haven't opened the pub yet though seeing as it's the weekend."

"Hmm, we never get many sales on the weekends. It's probably for the best that we don't open at all today anyway."

"Why?"

"Because, Mr Todd, I want us to cuddle in bed all day long."

You both smiled and kissed.

Sweeney crawled back into bed next to you and snuggled up to you by wrapping his arms around you. He whispered into your ear, "I love you, my little kitten. Please remain in this bed for all eternity."

"I'm sure the locals won't be happy to find out the pub and your barbers is permanently closed, darling. Let's just lay here till at least 9:30am."

"No, darling, at least 12pm."

"Toddy, we'll cause a riot if we don't work-"

"But it's the weekend!!!!" Sweeney moaned. "And if we open up  we'll be parted till 7pm tonight. Let's have a full day off."

You grumbled, "I don't want to get into trouble."

"We won't. We own the pub and the barbers, nobody can tell us what to do-"

"People will complain."

"Shhh, like we care about that."

"I care even if you don't. Don't be a silly rule breaker, sweetheart."

"Pfttt, I've been to prison once, I'd happily go again-"

You stopped being all cuddly and got serious. "But if you go to prison we'd be parted forever. What would I do without you and your hot little bum?"

"You'd find a new guy with a better backside to stare at all day while you're supposed to be baking pies, love."

"Hmmm, I doubt that'd be possible. You bum is the only bum in all of Fleet Street that is worth staring at."

You both giggled and cuddled some more.

"So I guess now we are successfully back in bed being more in love than ever, why don't we do something?" Sweeney suggested.

"Like what?"

"This!" He rolled over you and bit the left side of your neck just above your shoulder. "I love you, you taste better than any pie I've ever tasted."

You giggled. "You don't taste too bad yourself, sir."

THE END