Poor Thing is Mr Turpin
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S through Z › Sweeney Todd (Movie Only)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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3,676
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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breakfast
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The morning breakfast was interesting, to say the least. Molaris hadn't slept a wink, he had a full days court ahead of him and he didn't care a jot. Normally he'd be silently bemoaning the Wednesday court with it's penny thieves and two bit whores, prosecutors prattling on for hours over nothing.
Today, this morning, it didn't matter. It didn't make the slightest dent in his mood. It was as if he had been blind for years and had looked up to see the sky bathed in the glory of a stormy red hued sunset. His eyes had certainly been opened last night. How long ago had his charge become a woman and he not notice it?
It had been years since he's part of the whirlwind of parties, debauchery, living the high life. Fine women had thrown themselves at him in an avalanche of lust and desire, sometimes in groups, wealthy society ladies inviting him to their latest event, to put him on show, beautiful, vicious lustful things.
But that was years ago and now here was this creature living in his own home, casually requesting that he pass her another helping of kedgeree.
"Hm?" he tried to sound disinterested and definitely not as if his gazed had been fixed on the exquisite curve of her neck and how she had looked in the moonlight. She blushed a little and he realized he was still staring. He passed her the dish, barely noticing it.
"I'm sorry, Johanna. My mind was elsewhere."
"Is everything all right, sir?" She asked, luscious lips moving with exquisite sensuality. No, he had to stop thinking this way. He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a breath, attempting to let the tension in his mind and body go. It sounded like a sigh.
"Court matters, nothing more."
She didn't believe him, which was fine. He didn't believe himself either. Johanna dabbed her silken rosebud mouth and stood, moving closer to him, close enough for him to smell that she's washed her hair recently, that the underthings she wore hadn't been washed since their purchase at the drapers because they still smelt heavily of lavender and lemon oil. She felt his forehead with her cool palm. He closed his eyes again for a moment, just a moment, and lent ever so slightly towards her, breathing in.
He took her wrist, drew her to him and kissed her deeply, picking her up and depositing her on the table, hands clawing their way into her hair, pulling back her head and biting into her neck, his hand pulling up her skirt to rip at her underthings, eliciting those wonderful screamlets. Or at least that's what he desperately wanted to do. Instead he opened his eyes, took her hand gently from his forehead, kissed it gently and let it go.
"I am fine. I must go."
He stood without another word, practically ran to the hallway, donned his overcoat and double-timed it to the courthouse, ignoring Beadle as he stood simpering by the clerks office.
The morning breakfast was interesting, to say the least. Molaris hadn't slept a wink, he had a full days court ahead of him and he didn't care a jot. Normally he'd be silently bemoaning the Wednesday court with it's penny thieves and two bit whores, prosecutors prattling on for hours over nothing.
Today, this morning, it didn't matter. It didn't make the slightest dent in his mood. It was as if he had been blind for years and had looked up to see the sky bathed in the glory of a stormy red hued sunset. His eyes had certainly been opened last night. How long ago had his charge become a woman and he not notice it?
It had been years since he's part of the whirlwind of parties, debauchery, living the high life. Fine women had thrown themselves at him in an avalanche of lust and desire, sometimes in groups, wealthy society ladies inviting him to their latest event, to put him on show, beautiful, vicious lustful things.
But that was years ago and now here was this creature living in his own home, casually requesting that he pass her another helping of kedgeree.
"Hm?" he tried to sound disinterested and definitely not as if his gazed had been fixed on the exquisite curve of her neck and how she had looked in the moonlight. She blushed a little and he realized he was still staring. He passed her the dish, barely noticing it.
"I'm sorry, Johanna. My mind was elsewhere."
"Is everything all right, sir?" She asked, luscious lips moving with exquisite sensuality. No, he had to stop thinking this way. He closed his eyes for a moment and let out a breath, attempting to let the tension in his mind and body go. It sounded like a sigh.
"Court matters, nothing more."
She didn't believe him, which was fine. He didn't believe himself either. Johanna dabbed her silken rosebud mouth and stood, moving closer to him, close enough for him to smell that she's washed her hair recently, that the underthings she wore hadn't been washed since their purchase at the drapers because they still smelt heavily of lavender and lemon oil. She felt his forehead with her cool palm. He closed his eyes again for a moment, just a moment, and lent ever so slightly towards her, breathing in.
He took her wrist, drew her to him and kissed her deeply, picking her up and depositing her on the table, hands clawing their way into her hair, pulling back her head and biting into her neck, his hand pulling up her skirt to rip at her underthings, eliciting those wonderful screamlets. Or at least that's what he desperately wanted to do. Instead he opened his eyes, took her hand gently from his forehead, kissed it gently and let it go.
"I am fine. I must go."
He stood without another word, practically ran to the hallway, donned his overcoat and double-timed it to the courthouse, ignoring Beadle as he stood simpering by the clerks office.