Two weeks had passed since her last encounter with Judge Frollo. Esmeralda would see him occasionally. Each time they made eye contact, he'd lock his gaze into hers, pleadingly, despite the ugly grimace he always sported. She'd avoid him at all costs and he hardly said much to her despite all he wanted to confess to the Gypsy beauty. Frollo would still hold his lectures and every once in a while, Esmeralda would sit by the balcony and listen to the monotonous baritone become a little more animated as his voice would rise and fall when he told the stories he particularly liked.

On this gloomy morning, the Romani waited until he was through, and quickly reached the Judge, lightly grasping his arm. Frollo turned, surprise present in his steel eyes.

"…Yes?"

"Look, I get it, I'm stuck here. I spoke against you and I offended you, but if I'm going to stay here, don't I at least get some of my things?"

Frollo chuckled darkly, he was enjoying the way her slender hands held onto his bicep. But, not enough to let her have her way.

"Do you need the definition of a prison, my dear? The answer is-"

"Hold on just one second! This isn't a prison, I've claimed sanctuary. Quasimodo has stayed up here for 20 years and if this were a prison, he'd have nothing up here. I am a woman, I need certain… things and frankly my blouse is starting to turn grey. My clothes are filthy! Please may I have a few items from my caravan?"

Frollo eyed her suspiciously, he wasn't very keen on having her demand these "few items" however, he was genuinely curious. What was her caravan like inside? …all of her things…her scarves…her bodices…his heartbeat began to thump rapidly at the prospect of being in a room dedicated only to her. He could not let it show that he was excited to go inside and raid the place.

"Hmm I suppose, though I'm not sure I want to help a miscreant such as yourself…"

He smirked triumphantly, he'd do the deed for her nonetheless, but he loved seeing her angry! It gave him sadistic satisfaction to watch her huff and redden knowing that he had the upper hand.

"Well this miscreant will start bleeding for about a week beginning tomorrow if you don't get what I need!"

She grew flustered and a dark blush ran across her dusky cheeks. Claude then realized what she had been hinting at.

"Oh…" He flushed, and his eyebrows rose looking a bit irritated when she smiled in satisfaction. Frollo quickly regained his alabaster complexion and cleared his throat.

"-Fine, as you wish, hurry and make a list, I must be leaving."

Esmeralda sighed in relief, quickly she rushed over to Quasi that handed her a piece of parchment and a quill. Frollo watched impressed again that she knew how to write as well…He took note, tricking the girl out of the tower would be much harder than anticipated. Everything she did seemed to enrapture Claude Frollo. He realized then that he needed to control his temper around her. The last he wanted was to feel more guilt for his misdoings. When he had grabbed her face, though exhilarating to touch… the bruises he created tormented him.

Handing him the scroll she walked to the balcony facing the rear of the church and pointed to the small plot of land behind the Cathedral known simply as Le Terrain.

"You see those large oaks? My caravan is in-between there."

Frollo squinted his eyes and noticed a pink hue coming from the thick trees. How had he never noticed that there before?! A bit astonished he nodded and made his way down the stairs.

"I'll return this evening with your belongings, good-day Esmeralda."

Esmeralda rolled her eyes in response. "Good riddance…" She muttered.

Work could wait, rummaging through Esmeralda's things was quite appealing at the moment. However…entering a Gypsy caravan by himself would only bring suspicion. He couldn't ask the Lieutenant for assistance. He was a great soldier, but he gossiped like an old maid…The Judge's mind reluctantly remembered the new Captain of the Guards, the same imbecile that seemed to pique the Gypsy girls interest. As obvious as his obsession was about Esmeralda, he could never let people suspect more than just rumors. He huffed disgusted with the decision he was about to make. Walking towards Snowball, he saw Phoebus striding along Achilles. Mounting the war horse he made his way towards the gilded soldier and bellowed his name.

"Phoebus!"

The Captain nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned abruptly saluting Frollo.

"Y-yes sir!" He faltered

Frollo only looked at him dead-panned before addressing the "important" task they were to embark on.

"At ease. Today I have a special assignment I'd like you to join me with. The Gypsy asked if we go to her ostentatious looking caravan and bring some of her belongings back. I have no real choice but to oblige as the church is not a prison… No matter how much I'd like it to be…"

Phoebus genuinely looked surprised. It had been a long while since he'd seen the fiery dame, and he very much wished to see her again. Ever since Frollo had the situation "under control", he was always stationed far from the Cathedral. Her spunk was something not many women possessed and a small smile emerged as he looked up to the towers.

"Of course sir!"

"Yes, yes follow me…" The Judge turned his reigns and a glower emerged from underneath his chaperone.

Her caravan proved to be much closer than he expected as the view before him clarified, he had to admit: her caravan was beautifully painted. It was a lavish rose color, fringed in gold tones and violet hues. A large image of the sun and moon entwined captured his interest as Phoebus pointed out a sign hanging by the door. It had a large hand painted along with strange Greek symbols running over many lines.

"Wouldn't you know, a fortune teller. Do you think she does business here?"

Frollo was still eyeing the small details of her work until the sign also caught his attention. He snickered at the prospect.

"It seems so Captain. My, what a con artist she is. It still baffles me I failed to notice this here after so long…"

Phoebus merely shrugged. "Well, if no one has complained about her associating with sorcery or witchcraft, then perhaps she's good at it."

Frollo uncharacteristically let out a hearty laugh, startling Phoebus.

"Oh please Captain, you can tell anyone they will be wealthy one day and they'll believe it." Phoebus merely shrugged off the Judge's sarcasm, but he knew she was clever. Perhaps she truly had different insights to give.

Entering the mobile home, Frollo was empowered by her sweet scent. He leaned against her armoire and was taken aback at all the different fabrics and pillows she had. Stars, moons and suns seemed to be the on going motif in her home as he suddenly remembered the purple sash he set ablaze the other evening. He regretted doing so until his sharp eye caught a silky, translucent cloth poking out from one of her drawers. Forgetting Phoebus was there, he opened it revealing a treasure of embroidered scarves with brocades and small gems. The scent of her raven hair was drenched in them as he began to absentmindedly stuff them in a large bag, sneaking a couple of them in his sleeve when Phoebus wasn't looking.

"Minister Frollo, what did she want us-…Minister?"

As the Captain turned around he saw Frollo stuffing scarves into one of the large sacks they brought and he quirked a brow. Frollo's breathing was ragged and he only looked up hearing the Captain address him.

"Here." he grunted and handed Phoebus a list. Noticing that "headscarves" wasn't on it, the Captain attained an all knowing smile and shrugged. Claude Frollo composed himself a bit realizing he was breathing heavily and cleared his throat as Phoebus walked over with a mountain of skirts and tossed them in. When he looked away, Frollo quickly grabbed the skirts and inhaled their scent drunkenly.

"This must be heaven…." He thought.

Frollo rose and began to toss in some blouses and chemises, until he heard a laugh from Phoebus.

"Hey Frollo, take a load of this, I knew she was busty, but man!"

He tossed Frollo a brassiere, catching the pious man off guard. The Judge grabbed it from atop his chaperone and noticed the generous cup size and his scowl turned into an astonished look as Phoebus keeled over laughing pleased with himself. Frollo reddened enraptured at the colorful material. Her perfect, round breasts nested in this wonderful piece of fabric! He was tempted to shove it up his sleeve for…later use. He gave Phoebus a look of feigned annoyance as he approached him.

"I did not hire you for this… now what else did you find?" Curiosity stained his voice as Phoebus showed him ten others. A lecherous smirk crossed his features automatically unbeknownst to the Captain.

"You know Minister, we are men after-all... and Esmeralda is downright sensual…I've never met anyone quite like her. Do you think she's single?"

The Judge froze as his lecherous smirk transformed into a ferocious snarl and he pierced his ashen eyes into Phoebus.

"If I see you associating with that sorceress, I'll have you removed from your position faster than you can say her name. Are we clear, Captain?"

Phoebus was completely taken aback by the sinister undertone. It suddenly occurred to him what Frollo's intentions were and his astonished brown eyes only widened as he dropped the subject. Frollo didn't have the right to tell him otherwise, he'd talk to her eventually, he got back to work irritated and continued to put her clothes into the sacks.

Finishing up the deed, the Judge handed Phoebus one of the large bags and commanded him to wait outside while he did a once over. By the large bed, at the back of the caravan, he noticed a screen door that had not been checked. Pulling it out, it stretched like an accordion and a large piece of red satin was draped atop of it. Going around, he saw it: her Festival dress. Oh to see it in person again was marvelous! He grabbed it and held it in his hands, clutching it to his heart as if it would disappear if he should let go. His smile reached from ear to ear as he carefully placed it inside the bad and quickly looked around to see if anything else was needed. Pushing the screen back into it's scrunched position he exited with a haughty gait, his head up high as he signaled for Phoebus to get a move onto the Cathedral. Letting the Captain ride off first, he secured the few scarves he took and tied them to his wrist. Phoebus needed to get out of the picture…

Esmeralda was found sitting atop the bellringer's craft table engaging with Quasi. There was still so much she wanted to know about him.

"-And then what happened?" She asked enthralled.

Quasi blushed a bit before continuing. "Well, I surely thought I was going to fall to my death that day. I-I don't know what possessed me to leap, but I did. I hung onto a gargoyle and I think that was the day I realized not only that heights did not frighten me…b-but also that even if I couldn't leave the Cathedral… I could scale it a-and climb it."

He smiled softly as Esmeralda's green eyes glistened with curiosity.

The two turned their heads to the sound of armor only to see the blonde hair of Captain Phoebus rising over the staircase with Frollo silently behind. A drastic contrast between gold and silver. Esmeralda smirked tearing away from Quasi's tale to see Phoebus's handsome face.

She glowered a bit. He forced her to claim sanctuary…come to think of it, he claimed it for her! The Romani held some resentment towards him but…at least he helped her.

"Oh, 'Sun God' well, well we meet again. Are you back to learn how to fight?"

Her green eyes flashed as she crossed her arms tauntingly, Minister Frollo only looked at the two interested, even amused at the girl's defiant nature. Until late, he had been the only one to experience it. Quasimodo chuckled underneath a hand. His curiosity got the best of him.

"What..w-what happened?"

Esmeralda turned abruptly. "I whooped his ass!"

Phoebus couldn't help but smirk and set down some of the bags.

"Eh, I'm not sure I would phrase it as an…'ass whooping', Esmeralda we're in a church. However, she caught me off guard that day."

Frollo silently nodded his head to Phoebus's remark. At least there was something respectable about him. However he took the slip of his tongue to his advantage.

"If a woman was able to catch you 'off guard' then I'm afraid what will happen when a true enemy will. This doesn't tell me you are capable of your job Phoebus. Esmeralda, would you please demonstrate how you did so?"

A rare mischievous smile formed when Frollo addressed her. The bellringer promptly moved the large table and made himself comfortable upon his stool, it was quite exciting to have so many people in his home.

Esmeralda sauntered over to Phoebus and stood in front of him.

"Well, I grabbed his cape like this, and then I turned to throw him down, and then I grabbed his sword here."

Frollo walked towards them and chuckled darkly.

"Good tactic, I must say, Esmeralda." Oh how he loved to say that name. "Phoebus, I am quite disappointed in you."

Phoebus rolled his eyes. "No offense Minister, but I hardly doubt you could have foreseen her doing so either!"

"Offense taken. Here try your best tactics on me." Frollo spread his hands welcomingly. Esmeralda took a spot next to Quasimodo, shocked that he would offer to get beaten. She had her money set on Phoebus, although Frollo seemed to be full of surprises as of late.

Phoebus darted his brown eyes to Quasimodo pleadingly, but before he could say anything, Frollo interjected him.

"-and before you ask, no I will not fire you for doing this. This is not a trick, I am however curious. Fight me Captain. That's an order."

Phoebus stood awkwardly before exhaling rather nervously.

"Well…alright then…"

Esmeralda clasped a hand over her mouth excitedly as Phoebus suddenly lunged forward. Claude Frollo hardly moved as he grabbed onto one of the Captain's fingers and pushed it back, the pain bringing him to his knees as the Minister took the advantage to swiftly force him into a headlock from behind. Claude snickered.

"I'm not sure why people underestimate me as a fragile old man. I've had 25 years of combat experience. You don't easily forget that…"

Frollo rambled as Phoebus tapped his leg frantically so he could release his iron hold. Rolling his eyes, he loosened and Phoebus took in a ragged breath, holding his neck with wide eyes.

"Pressure points are very basic Captain, or did I also catch you off guard?"

Esmeralda hysterically laughed at the poor Captain's embarrassed expression. Frollo winked at the Gypsy all knowingly.

"Here, I'll give you a second chance, again."

Phoebus was absolutely bewildered.

"Well-Minister, we fought with sword and candelabra when… she…did so."

Frollo sighed exasperated.

"As you wish. Quasimodo, do you have any wooden sticks lying about?"

"Oh! Yes Master, let me fetch them."

Things could be heard strewn about before Quasimodo came back with two large planks.

"Ah perfect, thank you lad. Here Captain, impress me." He drawled.

Seeing the safety of the planks Phoebus let himself loose, in hopes not to be embarrassed again. Quickly he struck, being met by a doubly quick Claude Frollo as he countered each strike Phoebus had. Both Quasimodo and Esmeralda watched on in awe as they moved back and forth watching some wood splinter off form the sheer force of each strike. Phoebus was a bit cautious at first since this was his employer, however the more he got into it, the more it reminded him of the wars. Claude Frollo was swift, his experience shown through completely. Suddenly, Phoebus knocked the Minister's wooden plank from his right arm only for the Judge to quickly catch it and begin fighting even more ferociously with his left. Esmeralda gasped.

"It took me 4 years to Master being a dual wielder. I recommend you do the same. You never know Captain…" And with that Claude Frollo knocked the wooden stick roughly out of Phoebus's hand as he grabbed it with his right and placed the tips of the planks to his neck.

"Game." He spat.

Quasimodo clapped graciously for his Master and Esmeralda couldn't help but offer some applause for a good match.

The good sport that Phoebus was shook hands with his boss and smirked.

"I guess there will be a couple things you'll have to teach me."

"Yes…We'll see Captain."

Not wanting Phoebus and Esmeralda to interact more than they had, Frollo cleared his throat.

"Now that, that's over, the Captain and I should be leaving. I will not return to that eye sore again, so enjoy whatever is in those bags I suppose." He turned slowly until he heard a rush of jingling bangles and peeked a steel eye over his shoulder.

"…Thank you." A small smile spread over the Gypsy's face. Well, even if she was here under his command, at least he had some compassion to allow her some amenities.

He turned to her and bowed his head with arms slightly spread.

"You are most welcome."

Esmeralda suddenly crossed her arms.

"You have yet to see my combat skills, perhaps we can practice like you did with the Captain?" She smiled. For a moment all his treachery and oppression seemed to vanish as she saw something glimmer in his eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched into a broad smile, grinning from ear to ear.

"…No."

Esmeralda's face contorted into a scowl as she saw him chuckle amused with himself. And with that, he descended the staircase with Phoebus laughing in the background.

Esmeralda shook her head and laughed a bit as well. What came over her to…flirt with him?! She shuddered as she made her spot with Quasimodo again.

"The nerve! Why did I even ask?"

Quasimodo laughed.

"My Master can be difficult. I once asked him to teach me to sword fight too, and he did for awhile…but then he stopped after I was able to lift him from his stick whenever he tried to beat me…It was only a reflex." He smiled guiltily.

Esmeralda laughed and leaned into him causing him to blush madly.

"You know Quasimodo, you are quite strong. Have you ever seen how much you could lift?"

The bell ringer rubbed the back of his neck modestly.

"W-well I'm not exactly sure on a number…but bellringing tends to help strengthen muscles..I-I guess."

Esmeralda grabbed onto his massive bicep and squeezed it causing him to giggle.

"No kidding Quasi… Hey! Flex for me, I want to see."

His eyes darted before doing so and the Gypsy's eyes widened impressed.

"Those aren't muscles, those are canon balls! You must see if you can test yourself. Paris has a strong man competition every year, perhaps you can join! There's hammer throwing and wrestling. Oh, you'd be fantastic!"

Esmeralda beamed for her friend and he shyly looked away.

"I-I…That is so kind of you, but my Master Frollo, I can't disobey him again."

She hugged the bellringer and kissed his cheek tenderly causing him blush once more.

"Ok! We'll see." He smiled eagerly.

"Don't worry, I"ll talk to him for you." She smirked.

Back at the Palace Frollo quickly rushed into his bedroom. It was quite large and his black velvety bed greeted him welcomingly. Today went by so seamlessly! Oh the girl smiled at him! She even laughed with him, it was a lot of progress compared to before. Perhaps it would get better. He smiled to himself as he felt his heart beat rapidly, untying each headscarf from his wrist. Shoving them to his face, he inhaled and moaned in sensual delight collapsing onto the bed. The scent caused his mind to reel and his pants to stiffen. Alas, the ache in his loins could not be contained…He imagined her there, caressing the tremendous bulge beneath his plush robes. He imagined those pillowy breasts...and how those tan hands would stroke him eagerly…and her how her plump lips would slowly inch their way down to his…Blessed Mary, he could not take it! These unholy thoughts tormented him as he tore off his trousers and began to mercilessly stroke his pleading manhood. Every lascivious position and act that the church deemed as sin, he openly welcomed inside his dirty mind as he pleasured himself. Grunting and mewling…oh if only she were here! He imagined that perfect body unclothed and screaming in sexual fervor as he plowed her roughly. It wasn't long before he felt himself tighten and shiver in sexual delight. He moaned loudly and his baritone voice resonating off the walls. Claude had not... "stroked the one eyed snake" in quite some time. These thoughts had laid dormant until this demon temptress sauntered into his life. Regaining his breath he sighed blissfully. Looking to his armoire he grimaced remembering the cat o' nine tails patiently waiting inside to reprimand his lecherous activity.

He sneered in anger and rolled away. He would pay for his sins some other time. For now sleep beckoned him and he shut his eyes dreaming of those smoldering emerald pools.

A/N:

Before someone corrects me, there was medieval lingerie! Look it up in google and there some cool images. I had oringally pasted a link here but alas FanFic won't allow for you guys to click it, in fact it won't even show up, it appears as a blank space.

I was listening to Kung Fu Fighting when I wrote the Frollo and Phoebus show down lmao, comedy gold.

Thanks for the continued support also: if you want a good Frollo story Read To Live is To Die by villains-doitbetter it's so good! She has another good one titled Little Boy Frollo. They are such great reads if ya'll are interested in the Judge's life :D