Chapter 2 – Mea Culpa

A/N –All aboard the fluffboat, M rated waters ahead.

It was odd, so freaking odd. Everything surrounding me like a strange surreal dream, yet it wasn't somehow. I woke up in a dream, and I was overly happy at the escape into the strange fantasy. My real life—if you could call it that- sucked. I was a student at a University, no friends, and worked two jobs at minimum wage where I was berated on a daily basis from all sides. At night I came home to an empty apartment—aside from a pet fish. Despite working my ass off, debt from student loans and overpriced books and materials kept mounting, worse yet there was no prospect of a job awaiting me for when I graduated.

Yet now, here I was stuck in a room with the evil judge, the main villain from a classic story and all that I could think of now was -putting it delicately- touching his junk. I should've been terrified, but I wasn't. My sanity fled me, everything he had done didn't matter to me. He could've been the minister of punching kittens for all I cared. All I could think about was how excited I was, how enthralling it was, to actually be standing next to him.

At that moment in time Frollo regarded me with a restrained caution, suspicion, I knew he wanted me—well I knew he wanted Esmeralda. His mind churned behind those steel grey eyes as he watched me ever so thoughtfully with his hands steepled in front of him.

"I had thought the Archdeacon might've told you to say those words to me. But now…unless he taught you how to read as well I do not think that is possible." He said as he loomed over me and placed his hands behind his back.

Of course… he would think I was just saying something to try to save myself. I hadn't thought about that.

I looked downwards, lost in thought for a moment, trying to think of something to say that would make him think otherwise.

"Quite unheard of, a gypsy who can read, and is familiar with Latin." He continued.

There was something I did not think of until now. With my modern education, I knew more than most people at this era in time. With the whole witch-hunting thing it would probably be wise to keep my mouth shut about what I knew.

"I suppose," I said looking back at him with a raised eyebrow, all the while wondering what lie beneath those unflattering judge robes. "I think what's more strange is that I find myself alone here… with you." I said coming closer and looking back at up him seductively, hoping to shift the conversation and his curiosity from my knowledge. I figured if anything Frollo had something else he was more interested in at that moment.

Frollo's eyes went wide and he visibly stiffened.

"You've merely piqued my curiosity, gypsy," Frollo said as if trying to make an excuse for isolating himself with me. "and you're not leaving this room until I get the answers I want." He stated resolutely.

Oh you dirty old man, how stupid do you think I am? I thought inwardly.

"Your honor," I said with a smile, remembering to address him as such. "I will give you exactly what you want." I said deviously.

Frollo choked on his breath.

It was then I deliberately reached out and touched his sleeved forearm. I rubbed at the black fabric delicately letting my fingertips gently graze against his forearm beneath. Frollo blinked as he watched me curiously, allowing me to touch him.

"Forgive me," I said as I fingered the fabric. "I just love a man in uniform." I said smoothly, slyly moving my touch up to his bicep.

I could see a bead of sweat start to form on Frollo's noble brow as he looked down at me with bewilderment, much like the look he gave to Esmeralda at the Festival of Fools when she was in his lap pulling him forward to steal a kiss.

"I thought you much preferred armor to judge robes." He said with a scoff of disbelief.

"Oh no…" I said staring upwards at him with a smile. "Armor is so cold and sharp. Judge robes are much more appealing…so soft. I just love the feel of them against my skin."

Frollo swallowed hard.

"Really?" he said with a smirk, flattered.

"Oh yes." I replied, running my hand back down the length of his arm, stopping at the purple hem of his sleeve. "They are quite wonderful."

"I would've enjoyed hearing that before having to chase you down, you minx." He said pressing a bony finger at me.

A perverse idea popped into my head as I looked at his finger in my face. Before the poor man knew what was happening I had leaned forward and took his finger into my mouth, sucking it hungrily.

"What do you think you are—oh!" he cried out before stopping abruptly as his voice gave out.

My tongue glided across his finger as I sucked it suggestively, withdrawing its length from my wet mouth before plunging it back in. I kept doing this until his finger was sopping wet with my saliva. I spared a glance up at him to see his face in a shocked stupor, his jaw hung open. His eyes bulged as they watched my mouth sucking at his finger. There was no doubt he was enjoying my little stunt. In my peripheral I spied his other hand slip between his legs, and with a laugh I realized he was probably having to adjust himself.

Finally I withdrew his finger and looked up at him with a smile. The Judge let out a sharp exhale, blinked a few times, then looked over at his finger.

"Disgusting." He said furrowing his brows. Then he wiped his finger off onto the side of my white tunic.

"Yes and you complained so much as I did it." I said sarcastically.

Frollo growled. Suddenly he lurched forwards and grabbed both of my wrists furiously.

I could feel the sweat on his palms as he held my wrists tightly.

Wow he's nervous, he's sweating like crazy!

I looked down. His hands were knobby, worn, bony, spindly, yet also soft… and pleasant. His eyes burned at me as he hesitated. I decided to give him some gentle encouragement and guided his hands onto my waist gently where he latched on eagerly and brought me into an incredibly tight embrace. My arms wrapped around Frollo's neck where his sharp white collar cut into my upper arm dully. My torso was flattened against his as he held me there, just breathing. I could feel his pounding rapid heartbeat rattling in his ribcage loudly.

A small moan came from his mouth as he held me to him, pressing himself against my soft curves. I had a shock of pleasure as I felt…a certain something dig into me as he pressed himself harder against me. A sigh escaped my lips and I trembled. O hell yes! I screamed inwardly.

I felt him turn his head slyly and sniff at my hair—which didn't surprise me-then a long exhale, as if relief. He brought one hand up to my head and entangled his fingers into my thick black hair and then placed a chaste kiss onto the top of my head.

Aw! I thought inwardly.

As much as a horrible villain he was… you have to admit that was sweet.

"Finally…" I heard him mutter to himself.

Frollo pulled away slowly, his gun-metal eyes locking with mine, he smiled a toothy grin at me, making his heavy frown lines almost disappear as he did so. To anyone else that grin probably would've been creepy—psychotic even, but it didn't bother me. I felt the cold metal of his rings sting my face as he reached up and stroked my face gently. I shuddered in pleasure with his touch, truly enjoying every moment of it. I brought my hand up over his, feeling the prominent bones of his knuckles and tracing over the large jeweled rings on the back of his hand.

"I have you now, there will be no more running." He whispered lowly in my ear.

I tingled with pleasure, good grief that voice was impossibly pleasing to listen to-especially a low whisper said directly into my ear. I closed my eyes with a small shudder as his voice stunned me. My eyes opened and his face was impossibly close to mine, his eyes burning and darting nervously to my lips.

Drunk on lust I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss onto his cheek letting my soft lips graze his face. He watched me in a daze, frozen, his dark eyes tracing my every movement, his mouth parted and his breath started to become erratic. I moved my kisses to his jawline and my hand traced over his facial features. Delicately my fingertips ran over his high cheek bones, deep wrinkles, and across his thin lips. Heavy breaths from him stained my fingertips. Frollo was practically panting as his fiery urges overtook him.

I turned my attention to his ear, I smiled as I spied that whimsical curl of silver hair that clung to the side of his face. Springing up on my delicate feet to reach while holding onto him, I began to place gentle and slow heated kisses on the sensitive outer edge of his ear. Frollo hissed as he took a sharp breath in, and shuddered on the exhale, obviously taking great pleasure in my attention. I smiled, satisfied with his reaction.

"I'm yours, your honor." I whispered into his ear with allure.

There was a long exhale from Frollo as he closed his eyes in contentment with my statement. I knew he was probably dying to hear something along those lines.

Frollo responded by grabbing me and eagerly pressing his lips to mine.

Mon Dieu!

The man was a volcano of repressed passion. He kissed me so hard I started to have trouble breathing as he crushed his thin lips onto mine with no pause. A moan escaped from my lips as I swam in pleasure, which seemed to only increase his fervor. His crooked nose pressed into my cheek and I relished his taste and scent. Frollo's jaw slacked and his wet tongue snaked its way past my lips and into my mouth. The judges kiss was sloppy, awkward, and uncoordinated. Hallmark signs of someone that was quite unfamiliar at it. It didn't surprise me, I figured he probably did not spend a lot of time kissing.

Frollo's lack of experience was made up for by his burning passion. The man seemed like he was on fire! As our lips and tongues tangled Frollo's hands started to wander over me. Frollo's spindly hands rubbed the small of my back, mapping every feature as they worked upwards while I pushed my fingers into his silvery locks, mussing them.

Frollo pulled back a moment for reprise, panting and out of breath, silvery strands of his hair out of place and hanging in his face.

"You taste sweeter than I could've ever imagined." He said, licking his thin lips deviously.

A/N: Don't punch kittens!