In Desperate Need of Laundry:

Mrs. Nellie Lovett trumped up the stairs to the familiar barbershop. She was careful not to trip in the evening light for fear of spilling Sweeneys supper all over herself. She pushed one gloved hand against the door as she balanced the tray in the other. Good thing to because the sight Mrs. Lovett soon beheld was almost enough to melt her slender body to a puddle of quivering goo. Standing amidst spatters of blood on the dark floor and dank walls was her dear Mr. Todd pulling a bloodied shirt off his back. Her mouth fell open and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of his bear chest.

He was startled by the clanging shut of the shop door and snapped around, the dark red stained shirt whipping off the rest of his body. Sweeney groped for his ever present razor and held it out in front of him at whomever might have become a short lived witness to his murderous crime.

Nellie eyes glittered at the sight of his pale upper body in the failing light. She attempted to regain her composure. "Y-you –I 'ave your dinner." was the sentence she found and pulled from her trembling lips. Nellie still stared at him, shinning razor in one hand , soaked shirt in the other. Sweeney lowered his razor and eyes. The marrion orbs were smoky with shock, slight embarrassment… and sly humor.

"Oh, thank you." He said coolly as he slid his gleaming friend into its holster. He took the tray from her hands into his, which had small smears of dried blood on its pale surface. Sweeney set it on the side table of his bead, and plopped the soiled shirt into a pile of his other outer layers. Not bothering to cover himself, just to mess with the love struck baker.

"Well, yes, I thought you might be 'ungry, so…" Mrs. Lovett said. She watched as the candle light danced off his lean body. "I don't think you quite eat enough." The words spilled out of her mouth, which she quickly snapped shut, lips tight. He looked at her with small humor in Sweeneys face.

"Do I now? I 'adn't noticed," he spread his arms in a slight pose. ", do I look it?" The barber fought back a wry smile.

"W-well, um… you just seem…" Her lips seemed to be frozen. Sweeney relished this moment of the bakers stunned expression, but he had no inclination as to why.

"I guess I'll just ge' dressed then, would you mind washing those." He gestured to the pile of stained shirts, and pulled a fresh one from his bead. Mrs. Lovett methodically scooped up the bleeding mess of fabrics, all the time trying not to get tongue tied again. The baker got up and daringly turned, both dreading and loving all this. The Sweeney was fully clothed, save for the few buttons yet to be closed. She saw Sweeney Todd with a smirk on his beautiful face. "You really shouldn't gawk like tha' y'know, bugs could nest." Mrs. Lovett's face turned the color of cherries, and she hurried out of the room, into the night, leaving Sweeney to eat his supper and enjoy a moment of humor in his life.

(Yes, I was drooling when I wrote this.) Tee-Hee.

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This was quite a random story that I just thought would amuse a few people, so if you hate it or lovett please review.