Razor Kissed Love

1. Calm After The Storm

Disclaimer! I do not own Sweeney Todd! Enjoy<3

Mrs. Lovett awoke in her bed, her head pounding like a mallet against boulder. “Damn, whiskey.” She muttered to herself sitting up, holding her head in one hand. Her blankets fell off of her as she sat up and she discovered that she was naked. She looked around curiously.

The first suspicion that struck her was the most obvious one; did I bring a man home with me last night?

She couldn’t remember. But she knew that she had not left the pie Shoppe last night.

There was no sign of a man having been there. For that matter, that was no sign of anyone having been there. Her room was (unlike its usual state) perfectly clean. She got up out of bed and dressed herself, head still pounding and searched out for Sweeney. Strangely, he was nowhere to be found, he was not even in his barber Shoppe. She figured he must have gone out, brooding over his Lucy and wandering about the streets, no doubt.

She looked in the parlor to find Toby asleep on the floor with a bottle of Gin; no matter, it was still early. She couldn’t help but smile, the boy held his liquor better than her! She tossed an afghan over the boy and went down to the bake house to assess her work for the day. She pushed open the heavy iron door and closed it behind her, not paying attention to the looming figure that stood in front of the oven. She strode forward and looked up gasping in surprise as she behold Sweeny standing before her with an eerie grin stretched across his  rigid features, she stopped dead in her tracks. “Good morning, Mrs. Lovett” he cooed seductively, “I trust you slept well?”  Mrs. Lovett regained her composure and blurted out, apparently not hearing Sweeney, “Good lord Mr. T! Ye gave me a proper fright, ye did! What in the heavens are ye doin’ down ‘ere? “

Sweeney was not fazed by Mrs. Lovett’s scolding and continued his strange behavior, “Are you hungry, Mrs. Lovett?” Mrs. Lovett furrowed her brow in complete confusion, “Erm…no actually,” she said trying to run through in her mind, all the possibilities for Sweeney’s out of character behavior. “Well, then, a drink perhaps?” he said moving closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Mrs. Lovett gasped at his embrace, but melted into his arms, smoothing his hands over his chest, “Oh Mr.T!” she moaned, “Yer not in sorts this morning.” “On the contrary Mrs. Lovett, I am in perfect sorts.”

He suddenly in one quick movement pushed her against the wall and shoved his tongue in her cheek. She squealed with surprise and delight and greeted his tongue with hers.

After a few moments, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against hers, “Dear, dear Mrs. Lovett, so long has she been deprived of the love she has craved for so long,”

Mrs. Lovett shivered with delight at his words and for once said not a word and let him continue, “And finally, she will have her famine nourished.” He stroked her cheek gently, “I have had my revenge on Judge Turpin,” he announced, “My heart no longer has direction,” he laid a hand over Mrs. Lovett’s chest, chills ran up her spine, “But,” he continued, “Perhaps, if she is willing, she might allow her heart to direct mine. My Lucy is dead, God rest her soul, I am going to honor her memory and let her rest in peace. But…I know she would want me to be happy. And Mrs. Lovett!” he exclaimed suddenly grabbing her passionately, “You make me happy!”

She through her arms around his neck, drawing the tip of her tongue along his jawline and running her fingers through his hair, “OH, Mr. T! “She cried, “I will make ye happy! I will give ye anything ye ask of me!” he began vigorously kissing her neck, “My heart, my soul, my blood!” she cried through blissful moans. They rested in each other’s arms, sitting on the floor of the bake house; thinking nothing, saying nothing, just existing with one another and breathing.

It was just now when Toby entered looking for Mrs. Lovett, “Mum! Mum!” he called, “Mum, where are you?”

“Here Toby,” Mrs. Lovett called  blissfully from her spot on the floor in Sweeney’s arms, Toby approached and nearly gagged at the sight of his beloved ‘mum’ in the arms of that deranged murderer!

“Mum, what is goin on?” he asked, face contorted with disapproval at his mother’s current state.

“Nothin’, Toby” she cooed peacefully, “What ‘re you runnin about makin a fuss over?”

“Mum its half past nine; aren’t we goin to open the Shoppe?”

Mrs. Lovett just sighed and looked up at Sweeney, “No, not today, Toby.” She motioned to him, “Come ’ere, lad.” Toby reluctantly moved forward and plopped down in front of Mrs. Lovett, “There’s a good lad.” She said stroking his hair, “Why not pop off and enjoy yerself a bit today, hmm?” she said smiling at him. She reached into her purse, “’ere’s tupence, ye may spend it on what ye wish. Mind it ye be back before sunset, ye hear?”

Although still extremely suspicious, happily took the tupence and threw his arms around Mrs. Lovett thanking her and sped away.

Mrs. Lovett glanced up lovingly at Mr. Todd once more and snuggled closer in his embrace; but couldn’t help contemplating to herself, was everything he said true?