Fic. Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett. Just an idea I got while eating out with my sister. kiyuu
's fault, probably.
rated;; PG-13 at most?
Mrs. Lovett rested her fists on her hips and narrowed her eyes. "Mr. T? Are you listenin'?" she demanded. The man was hopeless. He sat quietly in a chair at one of her tables, his head leaned back against the curtained window of her shop. His dark eyes honed intently on the ceiling, finding some apparent interest in the rotting wood.
"Mr. Todd," she hissed, her voice firm as she leaned across the table. She slammed her palms flat to the wooden surface, and the clatter of glass on the table snapped Sweeney coldly from his daydream of nothing.
"What?" he droned, withdrawing unwillingly from his dream. She was pleased enough that he was even looking at her now, however. She made her way around the table and slipped casually into Sweeney's lap. He raised his eyebrows, an acknowledgment of her advances. She seemed smug and satisfied with herself for gaining a bit of his attention.
"Did you hear what I said? I asked you if you wanted to try a pie. I saw y'didn't eat the breakfast I made for you. Didn't eat my lunch, neither. D'you not like my cooking?"
"I'm not hungry," he said plainly.
She stared at him, biting her lip. When she opened her mouth again, she was a bit more insistent. "Surely there's something you'd like to eat. How about that young man what came by yesterday? The one what was babbling on about a gorgeous woman and his dreams for a bright future. Slit that throat fast, didn't you?"
"He was too much like the sailor boy," he reminded her. "Only he hadn't saved me from roaming dark seas aimlessly for life, so his naiveté annoyed me more than amused me."
"Oh, but naiveté adds a special sort of flavor," she winked. She lifted her small hand to dust off Sweeney's vest. "Sure you don't want a bite or two?"
"Naiveté," he repeated the word slowly. "No, I don't want to try it. It sounds disgusting."
"Well, I've got an idea of what I'd like to try," she nearly purred the words as she lifted her other hand to his collar. She hooked a thin finger around his necktie and tugged it loose. She yanked it off and flung it carelessly onto the table behind her.
"Oh?" he played along, somewhat amused. "And what's that?"
"Something delicious," she started, putting a finger to her chin, displaying a comical sort of thoughtfulness. She leaned closer to Sweeney, waggling her eyebrows. He allowed himself a laugh at the childishness of it. "I'd like the taste of something manly, and mysteriously attractive. A bit dark, intelligent too, and crafty."
"Crafty?" he raised an eyebrow. "Mrs. Lovett, I believe credit for the craftiness rests squarely upon a certain woman's shoulders."
"What about craftiness, then?" she began, looking up at him from under dark lashes. She fluttered them girlishly. "Sound appetizing to you, Mr. T?"
He thought on that, allowing a smirk to spread on his lips. He shifted her in his lap, circling an arm around her back to support her. He shamelessly flashed his eyes over her thin body, vaguely cognizant of the stifled giggle it encouraged. "I might fancy a taste. It sounds far more appetizing than naiveté, at least," he humored her.
Mrs. Lovett's pale lips spread into a grin. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Oh, you're certainly welcome to a taste if you'd like." She leaned her head back, exposing her neck playfully.
Taking the offer literally, he leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck. There was nothing affectionate about the way he nipped at her chalky skin, but the soothing feel of his warm tongue over the irritated pinkness was enough to send a shiver of pleasant surprise down Mrs. Lovett's spine.
"Oh, love," she breathed. He pulled away, examining the mark on her neck. She reached for him, grabbing his collar. "Don't I get a taste, too?" It was a request, but she made no attempt to hide the hopefulness in her voice. He paused, cautious. The woman didn't usually bother to ask if she could touch him. He gave a noncommittal shrug.
She looked unsure for a moment, but let the feeling pass quickly as she set her lips against the strong column of his neck. She teased his skin with her teeth and kissed it, but never left marks the way he had. She pulled back again, satisfied after a thorough enough taste.
"Was it to your liking?" he asked, the amusement creeping back into his words as he watched her chest rise and fall to the pattern of her somewhat erratic breathing.
"Oh, indeed," she breathed. "Mr. T, I'm not sure I'll ever be able to put a price on that in my shop. It is quite
"I'm sure your opinion is somewhat biased," he reminded her.
"No matter," she said dismissively. "I'm not going to share such a savory treat with my customers anyway. It'd sell out far too quickly. Not good for business, you know, when supplies are so limited." She pressed her finger to his chest and twirled it in a circle.
Sweeney, amused, indulged her advances and snapped his teeth playfully at her finger as it roamed his chest. She swore she heard a purring growl in his throat and laughter erupted from her full lips. She slipped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, burying her nose against the curve of his neck and shoulder.
She liked this best, she decided.
It was always the most fun when he played along with her fantasies.