Sweeney Todd x reader - Our Secret

The past

Sweeney's POV

"Come on love"
Leading her into the hallway, i keep my hand placed close by her back. Seeing how she flinched at my touch, gave me reason to believe that physical contact was something she didn't really want at the moment.

We come across a door that Mrs Lovett pointed out was y/n's room. I go to open the door for her, giving her enough room to slide past, though I feel the touch of her hips below her dress, sliver across my abdomen, causing it to tense. Fuck....

She goes to stand in the middle of the room, were there is a large bed with a desk and wardrobe on the side. She drops her bag on the floor and it makes a loud thump, presumably from the knife she carries. Causing me to realise that she took it out with her on the streets on London. But i have doubts she used it, her hand tells me otherwise.

"Why'd you do it ?' I ask. Causing her to turn with confusion. I see it in her eyes that she hurt herself and how embarrassed she seems of it now.

'I'm not a blind man y/n. I know an injury like that comes from hitting something"
She looks away with an ashamed expression on her face. Im not blind. That was kind of injury i would get from punching the stone walls of my prison. And I'm no stranger to the fact that the reason was full of pain or anger.

"You must think of me as crazy" she says. I do, yes. But not insane, if she was i would've been able to tell by now. But i wont tell her that, cause right now she seems exhausted, meaning i should leave. But i don't, cause i don't want to. Not just yet.

I walk towards her, studying her face closely and i notice that she has some tears left in her eyes. It makes me sad to see her like this. Funny...... We've known each other for less than a day and I'm already starting to care for her.
Maybe I'm going crazy right now for thinking this.
I lean down enough to whisper,
"Everyone's crazy, love. Just depends on how you portray it" I'm not one to talk poetry, but i can tell the difference in her face that made her feel better.

She smiles. Causing a rush to flow in my chest, then down to my crotch. This is bad. Her smile is so soft, so sweet, so dangerous.
"Yeah, i guess your right" she chuckles. She walks over to the bed and places herself in a sitting position.
Looking at me she smiles once more,
"Maybe one day I'll portray mine. See what you think of me then"

"My opinion of you matters already does it?" I question.

"Everyone's opinion matters to me. As silly as that may sound, but I've never had the people to tell me otherwise" she looks down smiling a bit.

Ahh i see now. "Your an orphan" i state, not questioning cause i finally understand.

"Yes"

"sorry", i don't sound sad in saying that, I keep my voice stern to prevent any misunderstandings.

"No. No please, no 'sorry'. I don't want you to feel sorry for me or anything. I hate it when I tell people and they do that. Besides, being an orphan is kinda nice. I can do whatever I want, without any parents to scold me" she laughs.
I smile at this, seeing her cheer up a bit instead makes me forget what I was doing before.....until now.

My mind races back to before, my plan of stay here. What I came to do. Remembering this causes me to frown and it seems to of catch y/n's attention. I don't want to trouble her with anymore than she already seems to have. But I also don't want to leave her side.

"Mr Todd?" I hear her call out. This snaps me out of a gaze and she just stares at me with those big, e/c eyes. Shes beautiful, the way her lips part so slightly, how I'd wish to rub my thumb over them, feeling the wetness of her tongue. They way her eyes would stare right back at mine.  The way i would hold her close, tightly......possessively..... I shouldn't be thinking this. This is bad, really bad.