Sweeney Todd x reader - Our Secret

Cleanse

Sweeney's POV

Walking into the spare guest bedroom, I see y/n walking in her own which is down the hall from mine. We haven't spoken since leaving the scene we had created, I don't know if it's due to shock or something more.
Nellie thankfully is cleaning the blood, though that will take a good while. Don't want the lad to walk in on that, becoming suspicious.
If he did, I would have to kill him too. Though I'm positive y/n didn't like that idea one bit.

I can feel the wetness of the blood on my shirt seeping through, causing a stickiness that irritates me. That's the one thing about blood, it can become sticky, fucking disgusting.

I strip my clothes and throw them on the floor. I had a bath prepared next to the guest bed, I couldn't be bothered with all the moving round, so I made it simple.

The water is warm and decent for me to relax my tense muscles that I didn't seem to realise I had. The blood is still stuck to me, so I use a sponge and soak up some water in order to remove the mess. It comes off easily, avoiding any more irritation.
I then lay back, relaxing my entire body, and think over what had occurred today.

Y/n showed me apart of her true self. The part that I've wanted to see for quite some time now. The part I've known she had since the moment I saw her, the part I've longed to see................The part that I now crave.

Seeing her slice Pirelli's neck open made me realise how crazy she is, insane even. But by god, did it make her look astonishing. The way her eye fluttered and her smile spread wide as she watched his corpse drop dead. She seemed so relieved to kill him, so content. And so was I. Watching her kill him, thrive from it, made my stomach tingle and hairs all over rise, sending adrenaline course through my body.

I hum in response to this memory, combining this with a nice bath makes me all more relaxing. Pirelli was a dick, a shmuck. And he deserved to die.
But I don't want to think of him. I want to think of her. Her eyes, her smile, the way she easily used my blade and how swiftly. The way his blood splattered all over the floor and on her dress, adding even more perfection onto her, I wonder how she would look completely covered in blood. Fuck.

Imagining the way blood would trickle down her pretty face and hair, smoothing it out. The way it would drip down her delicate neck and collarbone, right down to her breasts, the firm roundness of them, god the thought of it makes my cock harden and the shame of this makes it feel even better. I shouldn't feel this way, but I'm too fucked in the head to care anymore.

The sound of water trickling runs over my arm as I reach down just to grab my cock firmly, the sudden movement had me feeling bliss. The way it felt to feel like this again. I hadn't in so long. So, so long. And it intensifies my craving to pump my cock into my fist, causing me to groan, thoughts of y/n return and I can't help but let out a sigh.

Before I can even enjoy a minute alone with myself, I hear a quick knock on the door.
For fuck sakes. One moment, that's all I wish. Just one fucking moment.

"What!?" I call out clearly irritated.
"Hurry up and get dressed. We all need a chat" Mrs Lovett calls out. There's no possible way that she had cleaned all the blood by now.
"Right. I shall be a moment" i sigh, now in disappointment.

Y/n POV

I walk into the living room where Nellie is already waiting, Sweeney is nowhere to be seen. Id changed my dress due to all the blood on the ends, I didn't throw it away, god no. I just placed the ends in my bath in order to try and wash some of the blood out.
Id changed in a black nightgown and placed a robe around me, thankfully all my clothes were black, it was a little request id put in before coming here. I just didn't expect them to be so nice.