Eragon and arya love/sex.

Eragon and Arya Love, The Untold.

Then he took the cloak back to where Arya was, as both green dragon and rider scrutinised his every move, feeling self conscience and as if he had revealed too much of himself. Without a word he avoided all eye contact with Arya and Firnen and draped the cloak gently around Arya.

"I will search for firewood and hunt for dinner, if you don't mind, Arya Svit-Kona." Eragon sought shelter from formality. He gestured to their barren surroundings. "I doubt there will be enough vegetation here as sustenance for the both of us." " I would appreciate your efforts, Eragon-elda." He turned and ran towards The Spine in search for firewood and animals, giving Arya and Firnen privacy as he struggled to keep his tumultuous emotions in check, using all the techniques of breathing that Oromis had taught him. He located four pheasants nearby, but, remembering his last hunt, decided to stalk them instead of mindlessly slaughtering them. It took his mind off recent events the broken his peace of mind. He wondered if he had offered Arya by being so forward once again. Yet, he couldn't stop that pure explosion of emotion when he had thought she had died. Regardless I should apologise for my actions. He found the pheasants, killed them with one of the twelve words of death, and with his hunting knife, skinned and cleaned them, burying the offal deep within the ground. He looked up from his deep concentration and was surprised to find that it would be dark soon. He wiped his hands on the ground, cleaning them, and set out to gather firewood. when he had gathered enough wood and was satisfied and was fairly convinced that he could restrain himself from doing anything else that would endanger his friendship with Arya, he ran back to the campsite. He took a deep breath and prepared to face Arya's wrath.

Under The Stars;

Saphira touched him gently on the shoulder as he entered the camp. Little One . . . I will go hunting with Firnen now. Eragon was disturbed by the prospect of being alone with Arya so soon after his outburst. Oh, Little One . . . You should talk to Arya. She has much to say to you, I think. Firnen seemed also to be listening, for he added in his deep, rich voice, Yes. We will give you your privacy and be back in the morn. 

Saphira hardened her heart and severed their connection. The two dragons then took off into the twilight. Eragon watched them fly away, feeling very lonely. He proceeded to build a fire near Arya to keep her warm. Arya was seated upright, weak and pale, but was watching him quietly. As Eragon roasted the four pheasants on a spit, he took off his shirt and hung it near the fire to dry, stealing a glance at Arya, who has an impermeable blank mask on her face-she was upset about his earlier actions. Eragon cringed inwardly. Silence dominated the camp site. Eragon tended to the pheasants, roasting the pheasants to golden perfection before taking them off the spit to cool. Eragon took a deep breath to steady himself, then walked over to Arya and offered her a pheasant. "Arya, I wanted to apologise for my earlier acts. . . ." "Thank you, Eragon. For calling me back when i was so far gone." Arya cut him off and accepted the pheasants with a grimace. Eragon was stunned. " You could . . . hear me?" "Every single word . . . and more. I heard you calling me, so i came back." She flashed him a smile- a stunning smile that lit her face up and took Eragon's breath away. Eragon found himself grinning foolishly back at her, finally relaxing. She does not blame me of that outrage of her modesty! Arya patted the ground next to her and Eragon sat down next to her. The heaviness in his heart seemed to have evaporated. Galbatorix had been laid down, Arya was alive and well and it seemed like all the wrongs in the world had righted themselves. "It was nothing. You would have down the same for me." He looked at her and smiled, glad to be here on this balmy night. Arya smiled back into his eyes, then hesitated, seeming to battle internally with herself. Finally, she straightened and in a formal tone, announced, "If you don't mind, Eragon, I would like to share my true name with you." She fixated her attention on him. Eragon stiffened in surprise, knowing that their friendship depended his answer. "Arya-elda," using the suffix to the highest degree of respect, "I would be honoured and glad to have this privilege." He said in the Ancient Language, meaning every word he said with utmost sincerity. She smiled to herself, as if confirming her stand once more. Then she leant near him and whispered softly in his ear her true name. Eragon's eyes widened as he fully understood every aspect of her. Some parts of her he understood, some were still a mystery to him. Some were honourable and he could see how difficult it was of her to reveal the rest. She resumed her original position, looking at him with hooded eyes, as if waiting for a judgement from him. Knowing her true name did nothing to lower his regard for her, but instead strengthened it, for he now fully understood the true nobility of her spirit. "Your name . . . is a noble one. It suits you. As for the rest of how I feel about your name, you have to listen to mine, Arya-elda if you don't mind, I would like to share my true name with you." Arya looked at him curiously and nodded slowly, never breaking their eye contact. Eragon did as Arya had, leaning gently towards her and whispering his true name, his whole being shivering with recognition. As he straightened, he scrutinised Arya anxiously and was glad to see a small smile on her lips and a faint blush to her cheeks, for his true name belied his high regard and love for her. "It is indeed an honour, Eragon-elda, to both hear and know your true name. Your name is a good one, as you are a good person." Eragon smiled, suddenly proud of himself, who he was and what he had accomplished. " Then I am glad, Arya-elda. I would never have become the person that I am without your help." "And I, you. You have changed much Eragon. You have come a very long way from being the farm boy i first met. You are young, but no longer a child." "Thank you, Arya. Your compliments hearten me." He patted her on her hand, she gasped and winced. Eragon started withdrawing his hand. In his haste to save her life, he had forgotten her wounds of torture. Eragon lifted the cloak covering Arya's arm and shuddered. It was as if a magician's muddled thoughts had created a fairth with hues of colours on Arya's skin. It was even worse if possible, then her torture at Gil'lead. Eragon's heart caught at the sight and undiluted rage welled up within him. "Damn Galbatorix! Damn him and his thrice blasted dogs!" Eragon breathed heavily. He started for the magic to heal her, and caught himself. He tried asking Saphira for help, but she had her mind to him. At a loss he could do nothing but risk asking: "May I?" He looked meaningful at Arya. Arya caught his unvoiced question. "Eragon, I am not some helpless female with no tolerance to pain. I have had my own fair share of pain and can withstand this pain." Eragon looked at her tenderly, knowing how much this meant to her. "I know. But I hate to see you suffering so much pain in silence. I know how this near death experiences drained you of the energy to heal yourself, and you would not want to endanger any of us by draining me of the energy when there could be enemies nearby.