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No. 37122
>"I'm getting' by…but, I miss 'im, Sweeney. I'm worried about him. I jus' don't know why he left," She answered sadly. Sweeney stroked her hand, feeling tremendous guilt because he knew the real reason why Toby had "vanished".
>"I don't know, either, Eleanor but I have a feeling that he's somewhere safe. He's a tough lad, you know," Sweeney said reassuringly. Smiling slightly, Mrs. Lovett cuddled up closer to him.
>"I 'ope you're right," She whispered. Sweeney didn't reply to this, for he was afraid that he would confess everything if he did. The two stayed on that couch until the fire in the fireplace finally burned out. They got up slowly, hand and hand.
>"Well, I guess it's off t' bed with us," Mrs. Lovett sighed as she started to stretch. She squeaked with surprise when Sweeney suddenly scooped her up bridal style. He smiled at her mischiefly as he began to make his way to the stairs.
>"I guess you're right, my love," He said as he carried her up the stairs. She hung onto him, laughing when he stumbled slightly on one of the stairs.
>"Are ye tryin' t' kill us, you big oaf?"
>"I haven't done this before, woman!" He snapped as they made it up the stairs. Mrs. Lovett laughed a bit more. Sweeney graciously kicked Mrs. Lovett's bedroom door open and walked inside with Mrs. Lovett still in his arms. He flung her onto the bed and then pounced on top of her, kissing her madly. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him back. Sweeney grabbed her by the shoulders and hoisted her to sit up. As he got to work on the laces of her dress and corset, she began to unbutton his shirt. When Mrs. Lovett ripped Sweeney's shirt off, she shoved him back so he was lying down. Sweeney chuckled when she unfastened his belt.
>"Well, you're awfully impatient, Eleanor." She answered his statement with a kiss as she fumbled with the buttons of his pants. With a growl, Sweeney shoved her back and quickly sat up.
>"Now, now, Mrs. Lovett, don't you think I'm going to let you have all of the fun," He muttered with a grin as he pulled her up so they were both standing. She smiled seductively at him as he forced her dress down the length of her body. He then picked her up, stepping on the dress to get it off her completely as he flung her back onto the bed. He looked slightly stressed when he started to work on her undergarments.
>"Bloody hell, Eleanor, why must you women wear such complicated clothing?" He asked as he managed to get on layer off. Mrs. Lovett chucked at his frustration.
>"Look, if I ran th' world, it would be th' men who would wear dresses and corsets," She answered, cracking up laughing after a minute when she pictured a very pissed off Sweeney Todd wearing one of her dresses. Giving her a look, Sweeney finally ripped her complicated clothing from her body.
>"I bet that would make your day, wouldn't it?" He grumbled as Mrs. Lovett sat up.
>"Yeah, it would, dearie," She answered as she forced his pants off. She stared at the bulge under his boxers for a moment before giving him a look.
>"What?" He asked her, annoyed.
>"An' you're sayin' I'm impatient!"
>"Well, it's not my fault that you're so slow at undressing," He growled as he took his boxers off. Before Mrs. Lovett could say her come-back, Sweeney lifted her up and sent them both flying into bed. They kissed each other hungrily as they began to rock back and forth. When they weren't kissing, they'd let out moans or say each other's names as they got more intense. Mrs. Lovett gasped when Sweeney plunged himself deeper into her, causing him to give her a nibble on her neck.
>"I guess I still got it, huh?" He managed to say between moans. Mrs. Lovett thrusted her hips forward, catching him by surprise. When he looked at her beneath him, she smiled playfully at him before pulling him in for a kiss. At this point, they were both nearing their climax, which resulted with the bed rocking slightly. Finally, Sweeney collapsed on top of Mrs. Lovett and they were both breathing heavily. After a few minutes, they were cuddling together in the devastated bed.
>"I 'aven't done tha' in years," Mrs. Lovett said with a sigh. Sweeney kissed her cheek as he stroked her curves.
>"Good," He growled.
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