Summary: An excerpt from the original story...with an unexpected twist.

Author's Note: I made this version of the story because I don't like to take myself too seriously...and I couldn't get this scenario out of my head lol. Please, please, please read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story, they belong strictly to the author of The Inheritance Series Christopher Paolini…but if I did own them oh the fun we would have hehehe :D.

~.~ Within the Hall of the Soothsayer ~.~

(Gag Version!)

Sensing the pain and regret in his voice Nasuada grasped his face in her hands once more and lifted his head to meet his gaze. She studied his face searching his dark saddened eyes for a moment. She knew she forgave him but her pride would not allow her to voice it. Deciding to show him instead she smiled slightly and leaned forward to press a soft kiss on his lips.

When Murtagh felt Nasuada's lips touch his he hesitated for a moment then leaned in placing his hands on either side of her on the stone slab and returned the kiss with renewed eagerness. He parted his lips slightly and sucked her plump bottom lip into his mouth nibbling it softly. A small moan escaped her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders bringing him closer and buried her hands into his long mane of hair.

Murtagh took this chance to slip his tongue into her mouth eliciting a sharp gasp from Nasuada. She was shocked at the sudden intrusion but could not deny the tingling sensation it caused throughout her body. The sweet taste of her mouth delighted Murtagh as he slowly explored her and playfully coaxed her tongue to do the same.

Nasuada, feeling inexperienced, tentatively responded to his wandering tongue with her own. Murtagh made a noise of pleased approval and growing bolder by the second the two engaged in a passionate, sensually slow dance of tongues. Nasuada's head was reeling as the world around her faded away and nothing else mattered but the heady sensation of Murtagh's tongue sliding against hers. As the passion between them continued to build their movements became more aggressive as their dance evolved into a battle of the tongues for dominance. Murtagh, being more experienced, came out the victor and plundered the waiting sweetness of Nasuada's mouth as his prize.

All too soon they were forced to part for air as they reluctantly broke contact both panting heavily. Nasuada, face flushed from the activity and eyes glassy and sparkling spoke first. "You sir, kiss by th'book!" She breathed out between pants, "where did you learn to kiss in such an unusual, erotic fashion?" She beamed at him eyes wide with excitement.

Murtagh blushed slightly with male pride and said, "Galbatorix...is an exceptional teacher."

~.~ Fin ~.~