Chapter 11: The Long-Awaited Event (Rated M for an explicit scene)

It is my wedding day, and this time, I could not be more ecstatic! I kept rushing about my bedchambers, searching for the pearl earrings my brother Pierre just bought for me...

Oh right, I moved back home! Once my parent's realized how devious Claude Frollo had been, they both repented. Slightly.

My mother begged me to come home, with tears in her eyes, and I conceded. I have not forgotten how they all sat there untroubled, with exception to Pierre, to watch me burn, but I suppose not every family runs on love. Perhaps we work because we are all so self-absorbed.

When I told my parents about my prospects for marriage, they became over-joyed. I snickered within my head when I told them about my unorthodox fiancé, and watched them gap at me as if I had lost my mind. When they asked just that, I told them perhaps the fumes from the fire had gone to my head, and they quieted very quickly after that harrowing statement. I have been using their guilt to my favor, and I have been much happier since the day of my ex-wedding-jailing-burning-proposal! Well, we just call it "the day Paris burned."

Oh, the proposal! Quasimodo asked me that night to marry him. We were eating dinner alone in the loft, after changing from my scorched wedding dress and his blood-soaked clothing, when he suddenly became nervous and jumpy whenever I addressed him directly or touched him. I became worried he was in pain, and I asked if there was anything the matter. He shook his head no, and gulped before sinking down on one knee and reaching into his breeches to retrieve a simple gold band. I covered my mouth in astonishment. Is he...?

"I am not good with words, as I have never had anyone to converse with, but I know I love you. You saved me from my tower that day, Adeline, and you have saved me every day since." He paused to take a deep breathe, his cheeks flushed, "I bought this, last week, dreaming that someday... Adeline, I would have never known joy without you in my life. Will you marry me?" He asked so quietly, so lovingly, and so nervously that in my usual way I began to cry. Ugh, I never cried before meeting Quasi and suddenly I am more emotional than an ingenue! I immediately responded "yes! Yes! Yes!" Over and over as I cried from sheer happiness.

Well, 'responded' may be underplaying my true reaction a bit. I joyously yelled "yes" repeatedly and tackled him, before having a coughing fit from my weakened lungs. He laughed at my antics before lifting me gently in his arms and taking me to his bed.

Not in that way! Enough with your vulgar assumptions, we only rested! Honestly!

Well, I pushed the envelope, but he said we must wait until our wedding night, the chivalrous sod.

Anyways, I found the pearl earrings and were placing them in my ears just as I heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I called distractedly, gazing at my appearance with satisfaction for once. I am glowing with happiness; my dress is very simple, and very elegant. This dress is the polar opposite of my first wedding dress. First, the skirt is not full, but rather it falls simply down to pool at my feet. I have a belt that encircles around my hips and plunges to the floor with intricate celtic designs, and the trumpet sleeves are wide but not as long as I am used too. The dress is simple, elegant, and I feel like myself. I cannot wait to see what my bride-groom is wearing!

"Adeline, the carriage is waiting" my mother told me from the doorway, cringing slightly when I turned to look her in the eyes. I knew that she felt guilt about abandoning me at my execution, and I also knew that she regretted her past treatment towards me.

But I will never forget about her blatant neglect for my well-being, and her treatment of me as a child. But she is my mother, and I will always care about her, so I graced her with a small smile as I gathered my veil about me to head downstairs. She stopped me at the doorway, briefly pulling me into her embrace, "you look absolutely lovely, Adeline" she said before disappearing back down the hallway to the carriages. I shook my head exasperatedly, even when my mother is trying to be nice, it is always about my appearance! HonnĂȘtement!

I suppose that is something that matters greatly to her, and it is as much of a bonding moment as we are ever going to achieve, so I pulled on a smile and thought about today. My wedding day! To someone I love! I truly never thought God would smile upon me. And now He has. Perhaps he was all along, and I was too caught up in the chaos to see.I can hardly believe it is truly happening!

As we rode to Notre Dame, I was struck my deja vu at the feeling. Was it truly only a month ago since my wedding to Phoebus? I still think of him, and although I realize it is not conducive to feel regret, I do so wish we could have been parted from this life as friends.

I dismissed my melancholy feelings to focus on my imminent happiness. Happiness seems unimportant until you finally achieve it, and then you wonder how you spent your life living without such an essential part of your whole self. This carriage ride is nothing, however, like the last.

Firstly, no townspeople were there cheering as we rode by. No one knew of my wedding, except for my family and the clergymen who would be attending. I am sure the rumors will spread about how "poor Lady Adeline" became sick in the head and married, not only beneath her, but to a deformed bell-ringer! Oh, horrors! Combien terrible pour elle!

I snickered at the thought and my brother Pierre, who was sitting next to me and holding my hand, offered a sly grin as if he knew about my mischievous thoughts. Pierre had been the only one in the family who approved of Quasimodo from the start, because he knew I would fall in love with someone different. Someone unique. I smiled at him warmly, before pecking his cheek, much to his chagrin. I watched with growing joy as Notre Dame became nearer through the window. To think, soon I will be wed and living with Quasimodo in the great Cathedral I had grown up adoring.

The fact we are to live in Notre Dame, however, is still an object of contention. The bishop, who had always adored Quasimodo and had cared for him from afar, is graciously allowing us to live in Quasimodo's quarters. The other clergy members were uncomfortable with the idea of a man and wife being together in the house of God, until the Bishop pointed out that our union was equally as sacred as their vows to the Holy Orders. Still, I believe it will be odd to be together, intimately, in Notre Dame. But Quasimodo assured me that nothing could be more proper or loving.

When we arrived at Notre Dame, I was helped out of the carriage by Pierre before taking my irate Father's arm. The large oak doors were opened and shut tightly behind us by royal guards as we entered; excluding everyone from the Cathedral until the proceedings were over. I was thusly dragged, once again, down the aisle. This time, however, I could not stand the wait to reach my love. I was ready to race down to see Quasimodo, kiss him, and profess my adoration. Perhaps this proves I am truly French after all! Amour!

I gazed at Quasimodo, examining his frame and smiling from what I saw. He is wearing a simple green doublet, silver cravat, riding breeches and boots. It is easy to see his toned form through the slimming outfit, since he normally wears large tunic to cover his hunch. Over the ensemble he is wearing a fine black cape, and his hair is combed back from his eyes in gentle waves. His slightly off center eyes were shimmering from happiness, and to me no man had ever looked more delectable. The poets say love is blind, and it must be true.

Quasimodo was staring at me with love and something akin to lust; it caused me to blush and glance down, but instead of the panicked feeling I received when Phoebus or Claude Frollo sent me such a look, it now caused me my cheeks to redden in pleasure.

Good Lord, we did I become such a sentimental sap!? I truly am a blushing bride.

We finally reached the end of the aisle, and Quasi and I sighed with relief. Talk about a long aisle, the pathway from the doors to the altar must be half a league! My father gave my hand to Quasimodo, essentially giving me to him to take care of from now on, and although this gesture of ownership bothered me immensely with Phoebus, I realized I did not cause me woe. Perhaps because I know Quasi views me as a equal, and our marriage will be one of two people with equal intelligence, strength, and love. No ownership. My family and some clergy members attended, who knew Quasimodo, so we only had about twenty witnesses. And it was wonderful!

We choose vastly different customs from those normally practiced; we did away with the trinity ring ceremonial aspect of the wedding. For centuries in the church the bridegroom would take the ring and place it on the bride's thumb, then index finger, and the middle finger where it would stay, representing the holiness of the marriage through honoring the Holy Trinity. Quasi and I decided we would like to place it on my fourth finger, since there is a vein there that runs to the heart. And Quasi has my heart forever.

As we knelt before the altar, we turned to face on another for a moment to see each other's shining eyes as we recited out wedding vows. Quasi and I made the same vows to each other, neither receiving or giving what the other did not also freely give.

"I receive you as mine, so that you become my wife and I your husband. I pledge to honor you, with my body and loyalty" Quasimodo said proudly, with a slightly blush, "and I will keep you in health and sickness and in any condition it pleases our Lord that you should have, nor for worse or for better will I change towards you until the end." He finished softly, speaking only to me, and I was so overwhelmed by the ardor and resulting desire in his eyes. The priest coughed rudely to gain my attention, and I spared him a moments glare before turning back to my beloved.

I spoke loudly, with tears choking my voice, "I receive you as mine, so that you become my husband and I your wife. I pledge to honor you, with my body and loyalty" Quasimodo smirked a little at that, and it was my turn to blush, "and I will keep you in health and sickness and in any condition it pleases our Lord that you should have, nor for worse or for better will I change towards you until the end." I spoke fervently, wanting Quasimodo to understand I would never leave him. Not for all the handsome princes, or wealthy merchants, or nobles in this world. Quasimodo helped me rise from my postulation in order to celebrate the exchange of the rings. We stared into each other's eyes with such longing; and we moved closer to one another whilst grasping each other's hands in desperation, as if to prove our wedding is not a dream. Quasi stroked my delicate hand in his own, and as I peered down at our fingers that were so tightly interwoven, I knew we would never be parted by the restriction of time.

The priest shifted, obviously uncomfortable by our passionate gazes and words, before asking, "do you, Quasimodo, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Phoebus and I had never reached that point in our ceremony, and I watched with sheer joy as he nodded before replying, "I do so promise." He slid the plain gold ring onto my fourth finger, and I watched as it reflected the colors from the rose window. I glanced up to view the magnificent colors dancing about the surfaces of the Cathedral, and I knew God was smiling upon us on this day.

"And do you, Adeline, take this man to be your lawfully wedding husband?" The priest asked slowly whist staring me down, as if challenging my decision to tie myself to Quasimodo, and I glared at him before announcing without doubt, "I do so promise." I gently slid a plain gold ring on his broad left finger, and Quasimodo looked at me with such shock, I almost laughed. Did he truly believe I would not marry him after all we had been through?

"I now pronounce you wed in holy Matrimony" the priest sighed, disapprovingly, but we ignored his rude tone. Quasimodo looked to the priest for permission and when he nodded in cold manner, Quasimodo slowly moved closer, tears shining in his blue eyes, before kissing me chastely, running his tongue lightly over my lower lip. It was so soft, so sweet, I wish we could have stayed there forever.

Unfortunately, we were soon whisked away by our insufferable guests to celebrate with meat pies, cakes, and wine in the north tower. My pompous family was shocked by the beauty of Paris so far below, and I smiled at their reactions, remembering the first time I discovered this view. I peered around them to glance at Quasi, who was perched upon the ledge appearing natural and euphoric. As if no entity on earth could destroy his jubilant mood, and I felt my heart constrict as I gazed towards the unbridled joy. I felt quite the same; however, I tempered my expression in view of my parents as I was accustomed.

Our celebration was simple, just a table with some fine china from the estate. Quasimodo and I sat side by side at the head of the table, which is unusual for couples, but many sit this way after their wedding.

After a time my father presented Quasimodo with my dowry, a chest of jewels and family heirlooms, to which Quasimodo respectfully bowed and said, "I accept this gift in favor of your daughter. And I do so swear to honor her." My father was, begrudgingly, impressed by Quasimodo's understanding of noble customs, and went back to his seat to sulk at the fact his eldest daughter married a deformed bell-ringer.

"I do not think your family approves" Quasimodo whispered to me, after our brief hand-fasting ceremony. Normally, the custom would be partaken in before our betrothal, but since we were a bit unorthodox, we decided to celebrate after the wedding.

"I know they do not approve, which makes it all the more fun!" I teasingly whispered back, and he tickled my sides for a moment before stopping, lest I release a giggle and 'disgrace' my family name.

After an hour more of festivities and stilted, but polite, dinner conversation, my parents and siblings wished Quasimodo and I goodnight. I am ever so grateful no one must witness the wedding night, as was custom in the church only a few decades prior. My mother and father left after bestowing me with a cold kiss on each cheek, my sister kissed me cordially and John simply bowed. None of them acknowledged Quasimodo beyond a brief nod of the head, and I sighed out of resigned acceptance. My family will never change, but Quasi and I are above their hatred and scorn now. Pierre was the last to depart, and he shook Quasi's hand firmly as if apologizing for our families brutish behavior. He then turned to me with a smirk, kissing my cheeks fondly and reminding me to write to him while he is away at University. My adored little brother. He gathered his cloak and winked at me, wishing me "goodnight and good luck," before I smacked his arm and demanded he leave this place of God at once. He snickered and left, closing the door behind him and leaving Quasi and I in comfortable darkness.

Quasimodo and I slowly walked up to the the south tower, our tower, holding hands and enjoying the bliss of being together. No more hiding, no more secrets. Of course, we can never be open with the whole world about our relationship, but somehow that makes our union even more special between us. Once we reached the loft, I walked to the balcony in order to stare out at the beautiful city of Paris as I waited for Quasi to ring Big Marie, announcing the new day. As I listened to the till of the bell as it rang out of Paris, I tried to stifle a gasp at how lovely the bright city appears in the moonlight. I felt a touch against my back and I stiffened briefly, before I relaxed into the familiar body as Quasi gathered me into his arms, holding me tightly against him as the chilled night air roamed about us. We stood in silence for a moment, enjoying the peace and quiet of the darkness.

"Well, he have achieved almost all four elements for our marriage to be legal and sanctioned by the church" Quasi said quietly, and I could feel his warm breathe fanning my face as he spoke, "we were honored publicly, we both gave our consent, and you were given to me by your father and I have accepted your dowry" Quasimodo said with a smile in his voice, as he knew I was scowling at the last clause. Then I looked up and turned around to face him, bewildered.

"Wait, that is only three of the elements! We need four..." I trailed off at Quasimodo's knowing smirk, and I blushed and hid my face from him. Oh, Lord! How could I have forgotten the most important, and awaited, aspect of our union! I tried to pull away from his arms in embarrassment, but he held me tight and fast, not allowing any space between us as he laid a gentle kiss on my forehead.

Quasimodo lifted me off my feet, to my shock and then chagrin, as he led me into the bedroom I had stayed in a few times before. My heart was hammering in my chest as I looked away from his amused blue eyes. He nudged my head upwards from its bowed state and began to kiss me, until my toes were curling and I was molding my body to his, causing us to remain as close together as possible. Every shake, shiver, and moan was felt between us as we kissed. I suddenly felt Quasi's tongue sliding into my mouth tentatively which caused me to flush deeper, the sensation of that wicked tongue giving me heart palpitations. This is truly happening! No more dreams that cause me to awake unsatisfied, no more dazed daydreams at random intervals of the day! And while I knew I desired this union, I am scared of the act itself. What if it hurts?

He laid me down on the soft mattress, and seeing the distress in my eyes, he proceeded to kiss it away, peppering small kisses all over my face and finally deepening the kiss on my lips. I feel pliant beneath is talented hands and kisses, he was so fluent and passionate in each of his gestures of affection, and each new area of my body he touched caused my heart to race. He motioned silently for me to stand, and I did so quickly.

He then turned me around to unlace my bodice with deft fingers, allowing it to fall down my chest and arms until it pooled at my feet, leaving me clad in only my lace chemise. Quasi pulled me into his lap so I was straddling his thighs, and before I could refute this presumptuous action, he began to nip at my lower lip to allow him entrance, kissing my mouth with a fervor. I felt a distinct hardness pressing into my thigh and I blushed from the implication. As we slowly rocked together, I moaned from the sensations and lost my train of thought until a starling realization struck me.

Wait! Has Quasi done this before? He seems to confident, and knowing about... Well, this aspect of life!

"Q-Quasi wait!" I demanded quietly as he nipped at my collarbone unrelentingly, and he grunted in denial, moving his ministrations downwards until he reached my breasts and began needing them through my chemise, "N-no, I have a question" I announced seriously, pushing him away gently but firmly, and he sighed and relented grudgingly. I laughed at his annoyed expression, and it softened slightly as he took in my twinkling green eyes. I remembered my distressing thoughts and frowned, glancing down and avoiding his probing eyes.

"Have you had relations before?" I asked so quietly, I was sure he would miss my vocalizations. But Quasimodo was always attentive, and he sat back in shock when he heard my query. I hurried on when I viewed his shocked gaze, "I won't be mad, it just seems as if you know how to... well, that is. I-I do not know where we are heading" I mumbled incoherently for a minute as Quasi continued to look stricken. After a few more moments of my rambling, he placed a calloused hand over my mouth, silencing me and forcing me to peer into his disheartened blue eyes.

"Do you think someone like me would have known a loving touch before you?" He asked, looking at me seriously with no hint of wavering, and I inwardly sighed. I suppose it was insecure of me to worry so, and somewhat selfish. If Quasimodo had known another woman's touch at least he would have felt normal, but how is he so natural when it comes to the intricacies of intercourse?

"I suppose you have never known anyone else, so that would make it impossible, but how do you know of all these... intimacies?" I asked, feeling vulnerable under his gaze and cursing myself for broaching the subject in the first place. He did not say a word as he gathered me into his arms, kissing my head and speaking to me softly, although I could hear the teasing-lilt to his voice.

"Adeline, there are improper books a young noble-girl is not privy too, but others can obtain quite easily" he whispered in my ear, and I suppressed a shiver at his sensual tone. I had heard of such tomes being printed, but I had never actually read a book privy to such improper rhetoric. He held me cradled in his lap, and I could feel a his mischievous fingers caressing my thigh beneath my chemise, "I assure you, love, there will never be anyone I adore as much as my Adie" he declared with a kiss to my temple as his fingers moved higher to pinch my pale skin. I giggled and nudged his hand away from my leg as I smiled softly. Oh, how I longed for Quasimodo to make me his! I laughed inwardly at that thought, as I knew it was so contrary to my character just over a month ago, but now it is Quasi and I. And I wish to belong to him and have him belong to me in the way married couples should. When no further touches were forthcoming from Quasimodo, I swallowed thickly and grabbed his hand in mine. I could feel him staring at me, silently waiting, and as I traced the heart and life lines on his palm as I nervously spoke.

"Well then, I suppose we should complete the fourth element..." I trailed off, mortified that I was asking Quasimodo for intercourse, but longing for him all the more from his teasing. He quirked an eyebrow at me from the my contrasting sheepishness and boldness and he laughed at the blush that once again rose to my cheeks, but I could barely contain my excitement at our ability to experience the delights of the flesh with one another.

"You should be careful Adie, all that blood rushing to your head can not be healthy" he chuckled, and just as I was about to protest his being a berk, he carefully positioned me so I was once again straddling his lap. He began to kiss me deeply, he plundered my mouth until I was panting from exertion and want. He kissed me as if he would never kiss me again, passionate and slow; he then turned me around to lay me on my back, and began teasing my round breasts through the thin fabric of my chemise. His teasing eyes had transformed into a darker emotion. Lust, I realized with a gasp. He stripped off my clothing, and bore me in my most vulnerable state. Quasimodo glanced at me and then away, suddenly becoming shy. As I sat, stewing in embarrassment from my nakedness, I realized that although this is difficult for me, it is perhaps more humiliating for Quasi who had spent his whole life being scorned for his ugliness. I saw him close off, and turn around to face the fire so I could only view his profile, and I did not want him to assume I did not desire him. Quite the opposite, actually.

I took a deep breathe and stood slowly in order to unbutton his doublet and untie his cravat. Quasimodo stared at me during my movements with such adoration, I refused to meet his eyes; knowing I was affected so deeply by his expressions. When I reached his breeches, I took a deep breathe and untied them, pushing them down until they hit the floor with a muffled thud. Quasimodo had removed his shoes, and he stepped out of his trousers to stand before me briefly, before covering himself in embarrassment and sitting down once again. I followed his lead and sat back on the bed, but continued to stare unblinkingly at his form.

When I continued to view Quasimodo without clothing as a barrier, I felt a tightening in my lower abdomen and the room seemed to set ablaze. I felt confused by this reaction, and I rubbed my thighs together absentmindedly to sooth the aching throb. Quasi is brawny and thickset, with strong pale legs and abdominal muscles. I continued to study his body, and I blushed as I glanced quickly to and away from his genitals. He is well-endowed and I began to pant from both curiosity, want, and fear. How could that... that appendage fit inside of me!? Before I could roam too far into my anxious thoughts, I glanced back to focus on his pert bum and I held in a little smirk. The burning within my body was beginning to grow and the room smelled of fire, copper from the bells, and him. His masculine scent makes me feel protected and feminine, not that I will ever admit to feeling so submissive. He is perfect to me, hump and all, and I would not take him looking any other way.

I knew Quasi was frozen in his self-deprecating thoughts as he glared into the fire, and so I knelt forward to press a kiss to Quasi's lips, cheek, neck, and then back. I turned him over to the place where I had been lying a moment ago, and I proceeded to gently kiss up and down his back and his hump, his deformity. I straddled his thighs, and my movements came naturally as I gently laid myself down, molding my body to his back as I kissed; as I pressed my taut breasts against his back, he gasped, and my mouth quirked slightly in triumph at my ability to revert his self-condemning thoughts. My roaming fingers gently gripped his sides as I focused my pleasurable attentions on his back. Each scar and bump reminded me of the struggles he had faced, and my heart ached for his pain. His head was turned to the right, and I could see tears streaming down his face from the gentleness of it all. My heart settled at the sight; Quasi loves me, and if we must be vulnerable, at least we may face our insecurities together.

I quickly became so lost in my thoughts and ministrations that I gasped in shock when Quasi sat up abruptly, almost launching me off of his back! But he quickly grabbed me and laid me down before allowing his eyes to hungrily roam up and down my unclothed body. Quasi was focused on watching my mounds of flesh rise and fall from my nervous breathing, and I felt my blush rising ever closer to my cheeks. What if Quasimodo finds me unattractive? I do not possess the perfect body, I am soft and curvy. What if he does not wish to seal our marriage bond? Quasi moved his hands to cover my breasts and he began to gently knead and caress each in turn. I tried to mute my vocalizations from his attentions, but quiet moans kept rising out of my mouth unwarranted. I threw my head back in pleasure as he moved his head down to gently kiss each breast, using his teeth to nip them until I was panting and the ache between my legs was beginning to burn. Quasimodo suddenly paused in his ministrations and I groaned in refusal, willing him to continue, when I opened my eyes to see his boring into mine.

I began blushing anew from the heated gaze and my nakedness when Quasi finally whispered, "you are so beautiful. I-I feel everything with you." And in that simple statement, all my ire about not being beautiful enough candlelight and roaring fire danced off of our naked bodies as we explored one another and released the tension we had both been experiencing since the night of our meeting. It is quite unbelievable that we can finally be together with nothing separating us. It is a blessing from God, and as we continued to kiss and caress one another in a decidedly shy fashion due to our inexperience, I knew nothing would divide our hearts.

Our passion escalated as we kissed deeply in a needy, intimate dance, and I drove my tongue into Quasi's awaiting mouth with inexperienced avidity. The blissful moment grew as I felt his rising desire ache and throb against my leg, and I squirmed from impatient want. I felt as though my heart might burst from love and contentedness as I lay in Quasi's fierce embrace.

When we first touched one another, in a way no one else ever will, we both moaned from mind-numbing desire. He tantalizingly stroked my core with teasing caresses, and my eyelids feel shut from the quivering sensations. He touched me in a way I had never touched myself, and I could scarcely believe the intensive heat and wild pleasure I experienced from his calloused hands. I reached out to entwine his hand with my own, our hearts beating in tandem and the pulsing love between us creating a quiet, harmonious calm: "I love you" we whispered the as one, gazing at one another with naked emotion, preparing ourselves for the act of boundless love.

My eyes pierced Quasi with a blazing look, needy and wanting, and he joined us together in a swift motion, our bodies melding together as the two of us became one. I cried out from pain momentarily- until his hips rocked in a circular motion and intense pleasure ripped through my body. I felt boneless against the exquisite feeling of fullness, my sensitive core now thrumming with arousal. He pushed forward and out with wicked slowness, his manhood throbbing and rubbing against my spasming entrance and causing my cries for more to go unheeded. Slow, so slow. Thrusting in and out, angling his hips to hit a spot that caused me to see stars. His hips rocking backwards and forwards again. Sensually. Lovingly. Pleasure was coiling in my abdomen, but was denied its conclusion due to the unwavering, tortuous pace of my beloved. Even as I moaned for more, he kissed my head and panted through his desire that we wanted to remember it all. The way I feel, my moans, my sweet undulations of love.

My legs spread and my bucking hips met with each of his powerful, unyielding thrusts in our shared bliss. A lone tear pilled from the corner of Quasi's heated cheek and feel onto my face as he experienced my encompassing love; I wrapped my legs around his back to bring him closer and tilted my head up to capture his lips in a sweet declaration. After withdrawing from our long, sensual kiss, I placed my hands on Quasi's cheeks, burying my hands in his soft wavy hair. Our eyes locked and our thrusting slowed once again, teetering on the edge of release and wanting to enjoy the moment of indefinable pleasure and wholeness that surrounded us.

Without warning Quasi's hips snapped forward, and our moans rose together from our insatiable lips in our unbridled rapture, rocking harder as if to ease our wild emotions. Our euphoric cries echoed among the bells and over the city of Paris as we experienced unceasing ecstasy with one another through our mutual climax: an emotive tempest of passion that left us gasping for breath and clinging to one another, legs entwining and hearts racing, lungs desperately reaching for air. Blue eyes met green. A torrential hurricane of love, dreams, and the idea of a lifetime bereft of pain or loneliness encompassed us, and both Quasi and I shed relieved tears at the knowledge that we are able to be together. We sighed while locked in our tight embrace.

Words were lost to us then; and as the lingering vestiges of awareness dimmed, I thanked God for our blessed union, before I feel into a tranquil slumber wrapped in my beloved's arms.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunchback of Notre Dame or its characters