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This was weird.

No, I mean, weirder than usual.

He couldn't sleep.

Although he had to admit until a couple weeks ago, he never did sleep. But it was different when he was with her. Usually with her he'd get lulled to sleep with her gentle humming and overwhelmed by the smell of cinnamon. (Yeah, she smells of cinnamon. She's a bloody baker, what d'you expect?)

But right now he couldn't sleep. He was being kept awake by...God only knows what.

Maybe he was just thinking too much. So he tried not to think of anything.

...Nope. That didn't work. He couldn't stop thinking. He couldn't turn off.

But it wasn't because of the usual reason, no, my friends. It wasn't the jusge this time. It was her. She was keeping him awake.

He opened his eyes to look at her, just to make sure she at least was asleep. He couldn't let her stay up all night, it wasn't good for her. He didn't care about himself, he'd spent too many nights wide awake already for it to effect him.

He relaxed slightly as she unconciously snuggled up to him more. He could feel her heart beating in her chest, making him smile a bit. Now he definitely wasn't a sentimental gushy sort of person, of course, but he couldn't help smiling at her. She was just so...

He shook his head a bit. He couldn't find a word for her, and knew that if he tried it'd just keep him up longer.

What was wrong with him? Maybe it was something that'd happened...he'd hurt her once or twice, but she'd always forgiven him, hadn't she? That couldn't be what was bothering him...Anyway, he was Sweeney Todd, he wasn't supposed to feel guilt anyway.

Fuck. It was a lot harder to supress guilt about her than he thought. He wished desperately that he didn't care so bloody much about her sometimes. But then he knew if he didn't, he wouldn't like that either.

Maybe he was just being paranoid...He hadn't really hurt her, had he? Sometimes he really wanted to slap himself. He wished she would.

He reached a hand under the covers, grabbing her wirst very gently. He brought it back up out so he could see it. He remembered grabbing her wrist a bit too hard yesterday...Although for the life of him he couldn't remember why. Blind rage again, probably.

He just just see bruises on it where his fingers had been. He very gently replaced it where it had been, unsurprisingly at the opposite side of him, since her arm was slung over him.

He cursed himself in his head, he didn't want to hurt her, and it practically killed him inside to know he did without even thinking first, now he thinked about it.

Why in the name of God himself did she put up with him? He just didn't understand how she could still tolerate him when he treated her like he did. It really didn't make sense. Although she rarely did, he supposed.

"Mr T..." he heard her mumble in her sleep, something hitting him straight in the face like a bat to a baseball.

That was it. He realised now that his was the only name she'd probably ever mumble in her sleep, since she probably never dreamed of anyone else. That was it. Of course! How could he have been so bloody blind!?

Yet more cursing himself in his head.

That was it, anyway. Now he could sleep. He'd figured it out.

She loved him.

Well, he knew that. She'd said it so many times, but he thought it was just one of those things you sort of just said, and never really meant it. Especially if you said it as much as she did.

And then, something else hit him that made him swear so much at himself he thought there was a fight going on in his brain.

Never once had he said it back.

'Well...No time like the present...' he thought, the little war between himself anfd himself in his brain (xD) ceasing a moment.

"Mrs Lovett," he said, ever so quietly, he didn't really want to wake her but he still felt as if he had to say it or he'd explode. At himself. (xD) "I love you."

A little smile crept onto her face as then she felt him relax more and eventually fall asleep next to her. 'Bless 'im...' she thought to herself, wanting to scream with pleasure at hearing the three words she only ever wanted to hear fall from his mouth to her and no one else.

She hadn't been asleep, of course. But she was very good at faking it. The little smile on her face grew slightly as she whispered into the darkness, treasuring every word of it,

"I love you too."

*(FLUFFY) End.*

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This was weird.

No, I mean, weirder than usual.

He couldn't sleep.

Although he had to admit until a couple weeks ago, he never did sleep. But it was different when he was with her. Usually with her he'd get lulled to sleep with her gentle humming and overwhelmed by the smell of cinnamon. (Yeah, she smells of cinnamon. She's a bloody baker, what d'you expect?)

But right now he couldn't sleep. He was being kept awake by...God only knows what.

Maybe he was just thinking too much. So he tried not to think of anything.

...Nope. That didn't work. He couldn't stop thinking. He couldn't turn off.

But it wasn't because of the usual reason, no, my friends. It wasn't the jusge this time. It was her. She was keeping him awake.

He opened his eyes to look at her, just to make sure she at least was asleep. He couldn't let her stay up all night, it wasn't good for her. He didn't care about himself, he'd spent too many nights wide awake already for it to effect him.

He relaxed slightly as she unconciously snuggled up to him more. He could feel her heart beating in her chest, making him smile a bit. Now he definitely wasn't a sentimental gushy sort of person, of course, but he couldn't help smiling at her. She was just so...

He shook his head a bit. He couldn't find a word for her, and knew that if he tried it'd just keep him up longer.

What was wrong with him? Maybe it was something that'd happened...he'd hurt her once or twice, but she'd always forgiven him, hadn't she? That couldn't be what was bothering him...Anyway, he was Sweeney Todd, he wasn't supposed to feel guilt anyway.

Fuck. It was a lot harder to supress guilt about her than he thought. He wished desperately that he didn't care so bloody much about her sometimes. But then he knew if he didn't, he wouldn't like that either.

Maybe he was just being paranoid...He hadn't really hurt her, had he? Sometimes he really wanted to slap himself. He wished she would.

He reached a hand under the covers, grabbing her wirst very gently. He brought it back up out so he could see it. He remembered grabbing her wrist a bit too hard yesterday...Although for the life of him he couldn't remember why. Blind rage again, probably.

He just just see bruises on it where his fingers had been. He very gently replaced it where it had been, unsurprisingly at the opposite side of him, since her arm was slung over him.

He cursed himself in his head, he didn't want to hurt her, and it practically killed him inside to know he did without even thinking first, now he thinked about it.

Why in the name of God himself did she put up with him? He just didn't understand how she could still tolerate him when he treated her like he did. It really didn't make sense. Although she rarely did, he supposed.

"Mr T..." he heard her mumble in her sleep, something hitting him straight in the face like a bat to a baseball.

That was it. He realised now that his was the only name she'd probably ever mumble in her sleep, since she probably never dreamed of anyone else. That was it. Of course! How could he have been so bloody blind!?

Yet more cursing himself in his head.

That was it, anyway. Now he could sleep. He'd figured it out.

She loved him.

Well, he knew that. She'd said it so many times, but he thought it was just one of those things you sort of just said, and never really meant it. Especially if you said it as much as she did.

And then, something else hit him that made him swear so much at himself he thought there was a fight going on in his brain.

Never once had he said it back.

'Well...No time like the present...' he thought, the little war between himself anfd himself in his brain (xD) ceasing a moment.

"Mrs Lovett," he said, ever so quietly, he didn't really want to wake her but he still felt as if he had to say it or he'd explode. At himself. (xD) "I love you."

A little smile crept onto her face as then she felt him relax more and eventually fall asleep next to her. 'Bless 'im...' she thought to herself, wanting to scream with pleasure at hearing the three words she only ever wanted to hear fall from his mouth to her and no one else.

She hadn't been asleep, of course. But she was very good at faking it. The little smile on her face grew slightly as she whispered into the darkness, treasuring every word of it,

"I love you too."

*(FLUFFY) End.*