Arya and Eragon were exhausted from running all day and after a bit of heated discussion decided it would do them no good to wear themselves out. They planned to stop in a little village a few miles down the road to rest for the night. They arrived just before the sun began to sink below the horizon. They waited at the front desk as an older woman with honey colored hair and skin that reminded one of tilled earth helped the family in front of them. A human child of about eight years turned to stare at Arya. Despite her attempts to use magic to alter her looks she still had an exotic beauty to her. When the innkeeper's wife was done attending to them she smiled broadly at the two travelers.
"What can I do for you?" She asked in a slight accent.
Arya opened her mouth to speak, but remembered the custom's of humans and allowed Eragon to answer; "My er… wife and I here would like a room for the night." He motioned towards Arya. The honey-haired woman glanced between the two exceptionally beautiful people for a moment before responding. "Just a night?" "One night will do." Arya tried to smile, an unusual gesture for her. "All right, I will show you to your room, then. My name is Nadea, if you need anything, just let me know." Eragon smiled at the woman. "Thank you very much." Nadea turned and left.
The two walked into the room and looked around. It was sparsely furnished with a single bed in the middle, a badly worn dresser and a solitary curtained window. It was just an average room that would be found in the more rural parts of Alagasea. It reminded Eragon a bit of home. He pushed the painful memories aside and muttered; "You can have the bed of course." Arya mumbled a quick "Thank you" without turning towards him. "Nice cover, by the way. Pretending I'm your wife." He nodded without looking away from the ground. Eragon began arranging his things on the floor to create a makeshift sleeping quarters.
Arya was setting her pack down in a corner when suddenly a splintering sound erupted. Eragon, thinking that some danger had befallen them, was quick to react. He sprang to his feet and knocked the ebony-haired elf to the ground. She was too stunned to respond. After he had composed his senses enough, Eragon looked around to see what the cause of the noise was. A leg of the rickety dresser had given out. It was a false alarm.
"Eragon?"
He turned his head away from the wreck. His face was suddenly very close to Arya's. What is he doing? She thought.
"You can get off me now, it was nothing." Being this close to her was irresistible. Without stopping to think about the consequences of his actions he closed the gap and pressing his warm body against hers, kissed her. Arya was tense and reluctant at first, but he persisted. This isn't happening. I shouldn't be allowing this. She finally opened her mouth and relaxed her body, giving into what she had fought for so long. The temptation was too great to ignore. The love and passion she felt for the rider overwhelmed her inhibition. She traced the outline of the inside of his juicy lips with her tongue. Eragon could not believe it! How long had he dreamed of this? His sultry breath filled her mouth. This lasted for a few more moments, before both unwillingly broke apart, panting. They stared into each other's eyes wondering at what just happened.
Arya awoke the next morning in Eragon's arms. They hardly spoke the next day as they traveled. The confusion about last night occupied Arya's thoughts.