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"'Ere's to unrequited love,” Nellie Lovett muttered to herself as she downed another glass of gin. Tears filled her dark brown eyes as she thought about Sweeney Todd, and she tried desperately to blink them back. It pained her to think that he would never see her in the same way that she saw him. She was just his landlady and partner-in-crime, nothing more and nothing less. It broke her heart, but she knew there was nothing she could do to change his mind. He was such a stubborn man and all he ever thought about was getting revenge for Lucy and Johanna. He would barely ever say a word to her or even acknowledge her presence.
Just as she was about to pour out another glass, she frowned when she realised the bottle was now empty. "Did I finish it already?" Nellie wondered aloud to herself before turning to search the cupboards. Her frown remained on her pale features as she soon discovered that she was, indeed, out of gin. That's odd, she was sure she had another bottle left. Who had taken it?
Nellie suddenly stopped her frantic search as she thought about it; it had to be either Toby or Mr. Todd. Now she just had to find out who was the culprit. Knowing Toby was probably asleep by now, Nellie decided to go upstairs to confront the barber. Maybe this time he would actually speak to her.
"Mistah T!" She called out as she stumbled into the shop.
Sweeney Todd was immediately pulled out of his daily thoughts of revenge and Lucy and jumped in surprise at the unexpected visit. He turned to glare darkly at the woman who had just disturbed him. Nellie didn't even flinch at his burning gaze as she was very much used to it by now and instead decided to take a few steps further into the barber shop.
"What are you doing here, Mrs. Lovett?" Sweeney's voice was low and dangerous, but this still didn't scare Nellie.
"I know it was you!" Nellie accused, pointing a finger at the man in front of her.
Sweeney continued to glare at her as he quickly approached her and could instantly smell the alcohol on her breath. "I have no idea what you're talking about, you crazy woman!”
Nellie could barely keep herself upright and her vision was blurred. "Don't pretend ya don't bloody well know, ya stole my gin didn't ya?"
Sweeney narrowed his eyes on her. "If I remember correctly, Mrs. Lovett, you told me I could have it."
"Yeah, well I've changed me mind." Nellie told him as she stumbled further into the room.
Sweeney caught her by the arm as she nearly tumbled to the ground. "I think you've had enough for one night."
Nellie caught sight of the gin bottle on a desk a few feet away from her. "I highly disagree with ya on that one, Mr. T," She said as she yanked her left arm free from his grip. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm goin' to collect what's mine."
A few moments later, Nellie found herself landing on the ground with a loud thud. "Ouch! That 'urt, that did."
Sweeney watched as his landlady collided with the ground before he even had the chance to register what was happening. "Silly woman, serves you right," He muttered to himself.
Nellie suddenly burst into fits of laughter. "That was actually quite funny, Mr. T."
Sweeney only stared icily at her, seemingly annoyed by her antics.
Nellie had tears in her eyes as she continued to laugh heartily. "Oh, lighten up, will ya? Sometimes you remind me of a bloody statue."
Sweeney ignored her remark and leaned down to offer his hand out to her. "Just get up."
Nellie looked up at him and giggled. "Calm down, Mr. T, it was funny."
Sweeney could feel his patience was running very thin at this point. "It was nothing of the sort, Mrs. Lovett. Now get up."
That stern tone of voice Sweeney used meant that he was done joking around. Normally, Nellie would realise this and leave. However, as she was under the influence of alcohol, she suddenly thought up an idea and smirked to herself. "All right, all right, I'm gettin' up." She reached out to grab his hand and instead of allowing him to pull her up, using all of her strength, she yanked Sweeney down with her. Nellie erupted into another fit of laughter as she watched Sweeney tumble to the ground beside her.
Before he knew it, Sweeney found himself lying next to her on the hard ground. He certainly wasn't expecting it and was caught completely off guard. He was now glaring daggers at her and was not finding any of her drunken antics amusing in the slightest.
"You need to get some gin down ya love, maybe then you'll learn to laugh a little," Nellie said in between giggles.
Sweeney could feel his patience was running thin. "No thank you, Mrs. Lovett."
Nellie suddenly stopped laughing and slowly turned to face Sweeney with an unknown look in her eyes. Sweeney had locked eyes with her and was finding it difficult to pull away from her piercing gaze.
Nellie grinned at him. "Mr. Todd, you've been rather naughty, 'aven't ya?"
Sweeney stared at her in utter confusion. "What on earth are you going on about now?"
"I think you need to be punished for stealin' me gin, love."
"As I’ve previously stated, Mrs. Lovett, I didn't steal your precious gin! It was you who gave-" Sweeney didn't get the chance to finish what he was saying as he felt another pair of lips had suddenly and unexpectedly collided with his own.
Nellie knew very well that if it hadn't been for all the Gin she had drank earlier, never would she have had the courage to do what she was doing now. This was all the Gin's doing. It was all the Gin's fault. It wasn't hers. At least, that was what she told herself.
Nellie was surprised to discover that Sweeney had not yet pulled away, so she leaned in closer and deepened the kiss. Sweeney found himself shutting his eyes and allowing her to kiss him. He didn't know why, and had even found himself returning the kiss when he suddenly came to his senses and quickly pulled away. What would his Lucy think? He had betrayed her.
Sweeney quickly stood up and roughly pulled Mrs. Lovett up with him, not caring if he hurt her anymore. "What do you think you're playing at?!" He pulled his razor out from his pocket and held it against her throat. "Don't ever try that again."
Nellie looked up at Sweeney with fearful eyes. It was silent for a moment. "Don't deny that you didn't like it, Mr. T," She said in a soft, quiet voice.
Sweeney scowled at her. How dare she accuse him of such a thing? "Like it? I think you are highly mistaken, Mrs. Lovett. I couldn’t think of anything worse.”
Nellie couldn't hide her smirk. "Then why did ya kiss me back?"
Sweeney said nothing and only continued to glare at the persistent woman in front of him. He really didn’t know how to answer that question as he wasn’t sure why he did it either. Maybe he just desperately craved a woman’s touch after all the years he’d spent being alone.
Nellie leaned closer to whisper in his ear. "Just go with the flow, Mr. T. I promise you'll enjoy it."
Sweeney shivered and could feel the sudden tightness in his trousers, but tried with all his strength to ignore it. Besides, the only reason he was aroused was because he hadn't done... that in so long. "I can assure you that I won't. And you are not my Lucy."
Nellie felt a sharp pain in her chest at these words but tried to forget about it for now. When she pressed her body against his, she knew he wanted it too. She could feel it. Literally.
"I may not be 'er, but that doesn't mean I couldn't satisfy your desires," Nellie seductively whispered in his ear again.
Sweeney froze and didn't know what to do. He knew that a part of him did want it for sexual purposes, but another part of him thought of his dear Lucy. It would be like a betrayal, whether she was alive or not. But at the same time, he didn't love Mrs. Lovett, so maybe Lucy would forgive him? After all, he would only be using the woman in front of him for his own selfish needs, not because he actually had feelings for her. Sweeney closed his eyes and tried to make a decision fast. His growing erection was becoming painful against the tight fabric of his trousers.
Nellie noticed this and slowly placed a hand over it. "I could always 'elp you out with that."
Sweeney fought back a groan and kept his eyes firmly shut. "I would prefer you to leave."
"Aww, ya don't really mean that, do ya, Mr. T?" Nellie pouted as she moved her hand over the prominent bulge in his trousers.
Sweeney gritted his teeth with his razor still clutched in his hand. "I do mean it." Honestly, who was he trying to convince? It was obvious what he wanted.
Nellie grinned and moved closer to place her lips on his neck. "Are you sure? I'm not entirely convinced that's what ya want, love," she whispered softly, as she began to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, making him shiver involuntarily.
Sweeney was finding it very difficult to focus on anything but where Mrs. Lovett's hand currently was.
"If you don't remove your hand from there, I will kindly remove it for you," Sweeney threatened, tightening his grip on the razor.
"Oh shut it, Mr. T." Nellie silenced him by crashing her lips against his again. She could feel him suddenly go completely still against her and he didn't return the kiss. This didn't discourage her, though, as she knew he was trying hard to resist her.
Nellie took the barber's hands, one of them still clutching tightly to his beloved razor, and placed them at her waist.
"You can touch me wherever ya like, deary," she whispered seductively in his ear.
Sweeney unwillingly shivered slightly again, hoping she wouldn't notice it. But she did.
"I don't bite." Nellie smirked and nipped at his ear gently. "Much."
Sweeney remained completely still like a statue, desperately wanting his now throbbing erection to disappear. Nellie could feel it pressed against her thigh and knew the dark man in front of her was just as aroused as she was.
Sweeney managed to control his breathing enough to whisper, "Leave." He winced slightly at the tone of his voice. It didn't sound intimidating at all, in fact he was even shaking a little. He seemed to have lost control of his voice. What was this woman doing to him?
Instead of answering, Nellie moved her lips back down to his neck where she began to suck on the skin there softly. As she did this, Sweeney felt one of her hands slip inside the front of his trousers and it was enough to make Sweeney drop his razor to the ground with a loud thud. He needed this, there was no denying it anymore. It had been a very long time since he was last intimate with a woman and he was craving it again now so badly. It wouldn’t be so bad if he gave in, would it? Just this once, at least.
With that thought in his mind, he wasted no time in grabbing her by the waist and pinning her against the wall. There was a lustful hunger in his eyes that Nellie had never seen before, and she had never felt so turned on in all her life.
“Are you sure you want this?” Sweeney asked her between heavy breaths. If she was serious about doing this, then he needed to know that she was definitely consenting to it.
It took a moment for Nellie to even register the question Sweeney was asking her, she couldn’t believe this was happening. Was she dreaming? Even if this was just a one off, she was going to make damn sure that she enjoyed every single second of it.
Nellie nodded. “Yes Mr. T, ‘course I do,” she answered softly. She was also struggling to catch her breath at this point.
With that being said, both suddenly wasted no time in frantically removing each other’s clothing. Nellie couldn’t quite believe it, she was starting to think maybe this was all a dream. A dream she would never want to wake up from. Once they were both fully undressed, Nellie wasted no time whatsoever in immediately getting down on her knees and looked up at the man in front of her. They locked eyes for a few moments that seemed like forever, before she took his erect and throbbing cock straight into her awaiting mouth.
Sweeney closed his eyes and couldn't help but let out a little grunt. It had been so long since he’d done anything like this and he had forgotten how good it felt. Nellie decided to start off slowly to tease him and she wanted to hear him beg for more.
She was savouring every second of this while it lasted.
“Fuck,” Sweeney muttered under his breath, while he grabbed a fistful of her hair. “Stop fucking teasing.”
Nellie suddenly stopped altogether and smirked up at him. “Now, now, Mr.T. There’s no need for that, all in good time my dear.”
Sweeney looked back at her with a glare. “Just get on with it.”
“What’s the magic word, Mr. T?”
There was a moment of silence, before Sweeney finally gave in. “Fine,” Sweeney rolled his eyes. “Please.”
“Now was that so hard, Mr.T?” Nellie asked with a wink.
Nellie wrapped her lips around his cock once more, this time picking up the pace and bobbing her head up and down as fast as she could.
Sweeney threw his head back in pleasure, letting out moans here and there. This felt so amazing and made him realise how much he missed being intimate with someone. Of course, Mrs Lovett was definitely not his Lucy, but she certainly knew what she was doing.
He tightened the grip he still had on her hair and used it to yank her back up. He wasted no time in picking her up and carrying her over to his bed.
“Hope you like it rough, Mrs Lovett,” Sweeney said as he threw her down onto the bed.
Nellie could feel her pussy throbbing just from hearing Sweeney say those words. “O-of course I do.”
“Good,” said Sweeney as he spread her legs wider than they already were, slowly inching his face closer to her aching clit. “You’re so wet for me,” Sweeney commented as he slid his tongue in between her wet folds.
“Mr. T,” Nellie moaned breathlessly as he slipped a finger inside of her. “That feels so… good.”
Sweeney was unable to reply as he still had his head pressed firmly between her legs, however he did respond by adding a second finger.
Nellie continued to let out loud moans as she squirmed around in pleasure. She brought one of her hands to his head where she ran her fingers through his hair.
Sweeney would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this. He knew this would be the one and only time with Nellie too, so he wanted to make the most of it. He would indulge just this once, but never allow himself to give in again. He couldn’t, he already felt as if he was betraying Lucy by giving in to his desires and needs.
“Sweeney…w-want you…in me, p-please,” Nellie pleaded, while struggling to even get her words out.
Sweeney smirked against her pussy, before moving away and looking down at her face.
“How badly do you want it, Mrs. Lovett?” He asked with a mischievous grin.
“M-more than anythin’, Mr. T!”
“Oh really, is that so?” He moved his cock to her entrance, slowly rubbing the tip of his penis up and down her sensitive clit.
“Please!” Nellie practically begged, her pussy aching and throbbing for his touch and to feel full. Whether this was a dream or reality, she desperately needed to feel him inside of her.
“Well, only because you asked me so nicely,” Sweeney said with a smirk and in one swift motion, he began to push himself inside of her.
Both of them moaned in unison at the feeling. It had been so long since either of them had been intimate with someone before and it felt absolutely incredible.
“Fuck!” Sweeney exclaimed, followed by a low groan as he slowly began to move in and out of her.
Nellie felt amazing, she felt so full and satisfied. She honestly never thought this day would come. Her liquid confidence really did work in the end. She was about to demand him to go faster and harder, but he did just that before she could even get the words out. Sweeney was now vigorously thrusting into her, going in as deep as he could and pulling out before slamming straight back into her pussy. He kept this rhythm going for a while, letting out groans every now and again while Nellie moaned very noisily beneath him.
Nellie placed her hands on his back, her nails digging in. “Oh my God!”
Sweeney smirked as he wrapped a hand around her throat. “I’m definitely not him.”
He continued to pound into her, putting every last bit of his energy into it. He was going to make damn sure he enjoyed this while it lasted, and he couldn’t deny that he loved hearing the sounds of pleasure she was making. Suddenly without warning, Sweeney pulled out of her and grabbed her arm, yanking her up. Before she could even ask him what he was doing, he spun her around and pushed her back down onto the bed.
“On your hands and knees, now! Face down and ass up!” Sweeney demanded with a growl.
Nellie complied straight away with his demands and let out a soft moan at the sound of Sweeney’s voice. It was such a turn on for her to be dominated by him. He landed a hard smack to her ass and she jumped a little, not expecting it. She couldn’t deny she enjoyed it though. Sweeney then grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back.
“Are you enjoying yourself, my pet?” Sweeney purred into her ear.
Nellie felt a shiver run down her spine at his words and the tone of his voice. “Y-yes, Mr. T!”
“Well, you better enjoy it while it lasts then.” Without saying anything further, Sweeney positioned himself again and re-entered her.
It didn’t take him long before he picked up the pace again, still keeping a hand firmly gripped in her red, curly locks.
After a while, both Nellie and Sweeney could feel their orgasms building and knew it wouldn’t be long now. They were right as a couple minutes later, they both cried in pleasure as they finally came simultaneously. Nellie moaned uncontrollably as Sweeney released his full load deep inside her.
Sweeney pulled out and could feel his legs shaking. After a couple moments, he collapsed on the bed next to Nellie. No words were spoken as they both lay beside each other in silence. All that could be heard was the sound of their heavy breathing. When Sweeney finally got his breath back, he turned to Nellie to tell her to leave now but was surprised when he saw she was already fast asleep on his bed. He wanted to wake her up, demand her to get dressed and to go back downstairs, but something in him seemed to stop him from doing so. Instead, he made the decision to grab a blanket to cover up her exposed body with, before looking around the room for his own discarded clothes.
As Sweeney started to get dressed, his mind was racing with so many different thoughts. Part of him never wanted to do this again, but another part of him secretly did. He felt as though he had betrayed Lucy by giving in to his sexual desires, how could he do this to her? He felt ashamed of himself and his actions tonight. It was a moment of weakness, that’s all it was. She was offering herself so willingly to him, and he just lost control. That was all there was to it. It would never happen again. Or, at least, that’s what he kept telling himself over and over in his head. Sweeney began to pace back and forth, deep in his thoughts. He only came to a sudden stop when he decided he needed a drink. And a bloody strong one at that.
He poured himself a glass of gin, before sinking into his barber chair with a deep, heavy sigh. “What have I done?” Sweeney muttered quietly to himself, before taking a huge gulp of gin.
There were two things he knew for absolute certainty; he wasn’t going to get any sleep and it was going to be a very long night.
All this over some bloody gin.