Eragon and arya love/sex.

Chapter 2.

But i will rather resurrect Galbatorix and fight him again than to continue seeing you in such pain. Could you do this for me?" He murmured, embarrassed. "Or at least, let me provide the energy needed to heal yourself." Arya was quiet, deep in thought. Her response was long coming, but when it did, it was confident, yet aloof. "Then I should do so, not of myself, but for your peace of mind. Let this be repayment of my life debt to you. I trust you, Eragon, more then anyone else walking Alagaesia, save for Firnen. See you do not break this trust." Arya hesitated, and with one, swift, elegant motion, disrobed in front of Eragon silently giving him permission to heal her. Eragon immediately averted his eyes from her utterly beautiful naked body, fixed his gaze on the campfire. " Arya you know me better than this. You know I would never dream of betraying your trust or confidence." Eragon sighed, feeling as if he had suddenly aged. Then, using the energy stored within the belt of Beloth The Wise, he took Arya's hand in his left hand and hovered his right arm slightly above her arm. He summoned forth the magic. "Waise Heill!" Arya's skin rippled for awhile, then new, unmarked skin, flowed across her arm, directly below his Gedwey Ignasia. He laboured to heal all her wounds and tried to respect Arya's modesty when he had to work over the sensitive areas of her body by averting his eyes while he blushed and felt his ears grow hot. Silence pervaded the campsite, broken only by the crackling of the campfire and Eragon's low mumblings of the Ancient Language. He laboured long into the night. When he was done, he grabbed the cloak Arya had abandoned on the ground and covered her healed body with it. He turned his back to give Arya some privacy. Shivering and trembling, he tore at the pheasant and dug into the meat, hungry beyond measure. Area took her first bite with a look of disgust and chewed fast as if eager to get the ordeal over and done with and fill her stomach. They ate in an awkward silence. Eragon ate too fast however, and choked, tears running from his eyes. From beside him, Arya chuckled and patted Eragon gently on the back. Eragon coughed harder at the rare sound of her laughter and gesture. He looked at her through tear filled eyes. She had hung her wet clothes near the fire to dry, and was now dressed in only Eragon's cloak. "I know your hungry, but you should slow down, Eragon your true name truly describes your . . . zeal for life." "I am curious, Eragon, tell me; how was I healed when you rescued me from Durza?" Dragon could feel his face and ears turn red hot. He grimaced sheepishly and mumbled, "Pretty much the same manner, I'm afraid. In my defence, I truly believed that you would be saved and awake from the coma you were in. I would still like to beg for your pardon though." "Ah. It would be much better in the future if you ask permission first." "Do you expect to be tortured in the future?" "No, its still better safe then sorry." Arya was silent, deep in thought. Eragon gazed into the hypnotic depths of the fire. A question posed it self to him. Arya, why did you put yourself in mortal danger to help me?" Arya was hugging her legs and stared at him openly, with an emotion that he could not fathom, but did not answer. Eragon fixed her a questioning look. They were so close to each other, the campfire casting shadows and dawning light upon each others' faces, all of Eragon's affections for Arya welled up in him and threatened to overflow and burst from within him. The longing for Arya must have shown on Eragon's face, for her was clouded, she turned, a veil of black, shiny hair hid her face from view. The magic of night inflamed Eragon and he began constructing a song. It was a tentative thought at first, but as it developed and grew, Eragon became more confident and the trickle of lyrics poured into his mouth, becoming a waterfall, a symphony that stained his mind. So he began singing softly in a steady rhythm. You're always like that, throwing tantrums

Hiding my most precious treasure,

In the same place every time.

So today I'll be waiting here first,

The seasons have bought about the evening sun,

As I stand in the shadows.

With a shocked expression, you stare intently at me,