Hey guys, another what-if! It is getting very… very hard to keep up with requests. I don't think I would be exaggerating to say I must have at least 40-50 piled up between reviews and PMs. So in the future, please limit requests to one at a time and something you genuinely want to see. Otherwise I can't keep up and I have to pick and choose.

Question by Peculiarities: what if in The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Frollo and his guards didn't interrupt Esmeralda and Phoebus in the church?

Rated M, because reasons. Also, sexual content. Total lemon, so… YUP.

Phoebus looked at the foreign beauty before him. When he had last left Paris he had seen little of the gypsies, and was taken aback by her exotic beauty. Her olive skin and dark hair were a contrast to the usual fair brunettes he oft courted. Her almond eyes bored through him, and he felt unusually vulnerable.

With his sword sheathed she lowered her own makeshift weapon, standing close enough that he could appreciate the scent of her. It was entirely natural, with none of the scents the Parisian women often donned. It was pleasant to be around a woman who smelled like a woman. Not that he would have complained, having spent so much time in the camaraderie of men, he was appreciative to be with a member of the other gender.

Esmeralda was looking at him with mingled and contradicting emotions. He appeared different from the other soldiers, even his uniform did not appear to be of modern design. How long had this man been away from the city? Did he know the corruption which gripped her? He was certainly handsome, despite his age and seeming preference for older styles. She was never fond of these new fashions gripping the upper class as of late, and what the upper class chose the peasants often mimicked in a vein hope of one day crawling out of the squalor in which they lived.

Impulse captured the pair, the fighting lighting an unidentified spark. Phoebus felt his heart beginning to race as he leaned forward, their lips meeting in a hesitant kiss. His hands reaching up to grip the odd woman's arms. Her skin felt oddly smooth for one who looked so poor. His hands against her reminded him how long he had been without, and found himself deepening the kiss.

Esmeralda felt him grip her tighter, his mouth opening eagerly, and she found herself returning the gesture. What the hell is wrong with me? But her doubts failed to squelch the fires of arousal sending shards of desire from her core throughout her limbs. She welcomed him, and placed her hands on his chest, returning his spontaneous kiss enthusiastically. She didn't realize how tense she had been these passing weeks, months, years? She mused. This is one hell of an outlet. But she was screaming for release. Her hands drifted, fumbling with the leather belts clasping the gaudy armor to this stranger. Propriety be damned; not that she was an innocent blushing virgin to begin with.

He seemed to be just as caught up as she was, helping her unclasp his sword, hearing it fall to the floor with a loud clatter. Phoebus grasped her garments to find what to untie, finding the delicate threat at the base of her neck, hidden by her thick curls. He pulled at it carefully, and helped her out of her top while she clawed at his belt holding his tunic firmly against his waist.

"Not a soldier who cares for propriety are you?" Esmeralda asked as her top fell to the floor.

"You're not a highborn lady yourself." He smirked, admiring her breasts. They were still high on her chest, a sign of her youth. She was unlike any woman he had seen, her nipples were a dark chocolate, and the foreignness strengthened his arousal. He reached for them and claimed her lips hungrily. She responded in kind, her fingers deftly pulling his belt away with one swift motion, breaking their kiss once again to tear the tunic over his head. They fumbled with the remainder of his armor, his leggings partially rusted putting a halt to their passionate pace,

"Paris can't afford better armor?" She teased, a mischievous smirk spreading across her features. Phoebus gave her an irritated look before pulling off the armor pieces himself. He nearly fell over when she pushed herself against him, her fingers deftly pulling at the strings holding his leggings up, and he stepped back out of them.

"Eager are we?"

"You don't seem to be protesting," She smirked, quickly as he grasped her by the shoulders and pushed her back against the wall of the church. She shivered as the cool stone touched her bare skin, and gasped when she felt him place his hands between her legs.

Phoebus was taken aback. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, what a welcome home this was. Her arousal was obvious as he easily slipped his fingers easily inside of her, and felt her buck her hips against his hand. He used his free hand to grasp her breast, and with the other thrust two fingers and pulling back, matching the rhythm she was making as she rolled her hips and heard her give a vivacious moan, and felt her bring her arm wrap tight around him, her nails dragging against his back. He found a moan break the sound of his ragged breathing as she grabbed him firmly, stroking him in a sensuous rhythm,

"Now where on earth does a lady learn to behave like this?" He asked,

"Same place a man does," He smirked at her, grasping her by the hips, lifting her and pushing her forcefully against the wall, entering her with a single thrust, groaning at the contact. Her arms coiled around him tight, her nails raking across his back.

Esmeralda let a moan escape her lips, enjoying every moment of this ecstasy. Phoebus was supporting them both, and she wrapped one of her long legs around him; arcing her back to tilt her hips towards him. She leaned her head back against the stone wall, groaning as Phoebus kissed her neck. Her body was afire with sensation, the damn solider knows what he's doing Caught in the heat of passion she lifted an arm, grasping his hair and pulling him close for a deep kiss, feeling his tongue hungrily claim her mouth. Her fingers pulled at his hair tightly as she felt herself getting closer to the edge.

"Seven circles of hell…. Is this what they teach you in the military?" she whispered, her voice husky as she uttered her words between gasps and moans. Phoebus gave a short laugh, concentrating on the world of pleasure rocking his body. He continued his rhythmic thrusting, passion escalated by the groans she uttered against his ear, her nails raking across his back. He felt her shudder against him, her body clenching around him, her nails digging deeper into the skin in his back as she climaxed.

Phoebus let out an guttural groan, a shiver coursing through him as he came, grasping her hips firmly as he rocked his hips against her. He rested his head against her shoulder; releasing his iron grip on her hips and placing her gently back onto the ground.

"Well, you have one serious sense of hospitality. Couldn't ask for a better welcome home," Phoebus grinned, getting a sarcastic eye roll in return.

"I needed that too," She replied, pulling up her skirt and fumbling with the threads,

"Allow me," He interjected, reaching and helping her finish dressing. It wasn't until after their interlude was ended that Esmeralda noticed how well toned his battle-warn body was. Marred with scars, she found him incredibly sexy, and pondered proposing another meeting. Once her own clothes were fashioned she returned the favor and helped Phoebus redress. She still had her hands fastening the belt of Phoebus's chest piece when the priest came bursting down the aisle,

"What abomination are you children doing!" The pair looked at him with startled guilty expressions, but Phoebus pushed her away and step forth,

"This nice young woman here was just helping me fix a loose belt on my armor," he smiled. Before the priest could protest, the great doors of Notre Dame swung open and Judge Frollo with several soliders in tow marched through the great cathedral.

"You!" Esmeralda hissed, suddenly infuriated at her own stupidity. Of course he had summoned the soldiers, he was their captain! She braced herself to strike him when he looked at her sternly,

"say Sanctuary…" She was about to yell, scream, curse, anything. But he turned from her before she could retort, "She's claimed sanctuary. There's nothing I can do," Blood rushed to her head as the company of people began to argue.

"She is a criminal, arrest her at once!" Frollo protested,

"You will do no such thing! You off all people Judge Frollo, have learned to respect Notre Dame," The man looked taken aback, as if reminded of some great crime time had yet to erode from memory.

"Fine. You're safe for now dear. But gypsies don't do well behind stone walls," He smiled, his eyes lit with a lustful expression. He turned, signaling the soldiers to leave. Phoebus gave her one last apologetic expression, and followed the others out of the church.

"You can stay here as long as you need my child,"

"Didn't you know? Gypsies don't do well behind stone walls."

This was my first go at a full blown lemon, so I hope it was up to par. I also haven't seen this movie in a long time. I know the dialogue is incorrect in that last scene, but nonetheless I hope it is acceptable. I rushed this more than I meant to, I hope it is still acceptable.