He looked around at the dark macabre room he called his, now soaked in the blood of his last costumer for the day. Adrenaline pumping through his veins he took in the beautiful crimson rubies that lined the room with satisfaction. Like every good felling he actually felt he knew this had to end soon. If he could have his way with it though he'd leave it as is blood and all.

He walked over to the trunk where his clothes lay within. He peeled his blood stained shirt and vest of to reveal a smooth muscular chest and tossed into the pile with his other bloody clothes.He reached into the chest expecting to grasp a shirt but found nothing but air. He looked down into the crate with great distaste. "Damn bunch of--," he sighed and shook his head.

He kicked the clothes into a pile and turned the sign on his door so it read "CLOSED". With no effort he bent over and picked up the huge pile of clothes and walked out of his shop and started down the steps. The rain was pouring down in bucketfuls outside and everything seemed to have a mist hanging around it. About five steps he slipped, his feet slid forward and he landed on his rear.

He slid down the stairs on his back clothes fluttering through the air. A string of profanities slip from his lips and rip through the air. He gets up clutching his back and regathers the clothes. He groans at the pain in his back.

Now covered in mud and blood he walks into Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie Shop. He tosses the clothes on the bench and slips his shoes of at the door.

Something about this room makes him feel a warmness in his heart that he hasn't felt in several years. "Damn, my back hurts. A bath would be nice right now." He stalked off towards the washroom with a catlike gait.

As Todd walked pass the parlour he saw Toby, passed out, on the couch next to a bottle of gin. Todd shook his head and chuckled lightly actually showing emotion for once though no one had proof.

He continued to the bathroom and slowly turned the doorknob. He didn't hear any one inside so he continued in. The curtain was drawn around the bath but knowing Mrs. Lovett if she was in here she'd be singing. He walked over to stand in front of the full length mirror and looked at his back. Two long scratches ran from his shoulders to his waist line.

He moved to shut the door then started to pull his pants off. When he heard the ruffling of a curtain he stopped. On the other side of the room he could see the silhouette of a woman. Wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders, the candlelight highlighted her high cheekbones and dark sunken eyes. His eyes held the smooth and soft curves of her body. He fought the urge to go touch her and see if she was real.

The candlelight in the room was dim and she couldn't see him but he could see her perfectly. He felt like a peeping tom but it wasn't intentional but he still couldn't't peel his eyes away from her.

He could her softly singing under her breath.

By the sea Mr. Todd,

Oh I know you'd love it.

He soon zoned out and closed his eyes at the sound of her voice. The angelic voice that was Mrs.Lovett's. She stopped and let out a small gasp. "Mr. T. is that you?"

He opened his eyes and turned his face away and closed them again. The unfamiliar sensation of embarrassment overthrew his senses and he felt a blush creep down his neck.

"Mr. T. are you okay." She reached out and touched his faced he looked at her her eyes were soft and full of love. She did not even realise she was naked. "I'm fine," he whispered his voice husky. She saw the scratches on Todd's back and gasped. She reached her hand out and touched the scratches on his back. As she touched the scars on his back he shivered roughly and made a sound half between a moan and hiss.

"Love, whatever did you do yourself now," she wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace. She let out a yelp of fright. She tried to get up and get something to wrap around her, but Sweeney tightened his arms around her.

"Sweeney, um, could you let go love," A blush spread across her face. Todd buried his face in the crook of her neck, a very intimate motion from him. "Why would I do a thing like that my love." He ran a hand across her spine and her heart rate sped up a soft sigh escaped her lungs. Then he did the unexpected, he kissed her.

He kissed her with such force he nearly knocked her over. Nellie's wish was finally coming true, or so she thought. Her hands reached up and knotted themselves in his hair, while his rough long fingered hands ran up and down her sides. She let a soft moan slip loose and they broke apart to catch their breath.

Sweeney coughed nervously, "Forgive my candor but you are too damn beautiful." She looked up at him wide eyed, "I love you, Benjamin."

The softness in his eyes was gone and growl ripped through his chest, and he walked quickly towards his pants to grab his razor. Before he got to it Mrs. Lovett was already running to her room.