Chapter 8: Quod Nocte, Quod Gloriosa Nocte

Jasper's POV

I still couldn't believe that Antonia and I ran away. Right now we were probably somewhere along the north of the Tiber River. I knew that we had a long way to go but I was with Antonia. Her head rested on my legs as I watched her sleep. I knew she was tired from the past few nights. We had been covering so much ground in the past few days that I had no idea how she kept going. In the past few days she whined once. She was amazing. She slowly started to stir and soon she rolled over to look at me.

"Hey, sleeping beauty," I said.

"Hey Prince Charming." I smiled and kissed her.

"We're alive."

"And together."

"Damn, I smell."

"You can always go take a bath in the river."

"Sure, as long as you don't peek." She stood up and so did I. My 6' 3" height towered over her 5' 1" figure.

"I can't make any promises." She laughed and walked over to the river. I sat back down against the tree. It was so hard not to look at her. When I finally looked over at her, she was in the water and she looked amazing. She turned her head around and saw me looking at me. I couldn't take my eye off her. She smiled and turned back around. I got up and walked over to the river. I took off my clothes and walked over to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

Antonia's POV

I knew he would come in. He gently kissed my neck and I arched it in pleasure.

"Jasper," I moaned. I turned around and kissed him full on the lips. He pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my hands around his neck as his explored my body. I felt his tongue lick my bottom lip. I granted entrance. Our tongues fought for domination until his won. He lifted my up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He slowly walked us to land and laid my down on top of his clothes. He pulled away and looked at me. His beautiful topaz eyes piercing my golden ones.

"Do you want to?"

"Yes," I breathed and he claimed my lips once again. I knew I was wet. Mostly from myself, not the river. He placed kisses gently down my jaw and to my neck, leaving a trail of fire where they were. I left a trail up to my ear.

"I love you," he breathed.

"I love you, too." His rough hands caressed my curves. He slowly entered me and I gasped, taking in his length. He kissed down my collar bone and kissed my breasts. My nails reflexively dug into his back. I gasped as he pumped into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He buried his face in my neck as he finished. I ran my hands through his messy blond hair. Our breathing was ragged. He rolled on his side and pulled me to him. I breathed in his scent. It was a woodsy scent. Almost like pine trees. He wrapped his strong arms around me and we fell asleep. I always felt safe when I was with him. Like social classes diapered. When I was with him nothing matter. I wasn't a Roman and he wasn't a Gaul. We were just a girl and a boy who were in love.