Sweet Rapture

Romance/Humor

Durza x Arya

Dedicated to my dear Arya fans who awesomely tolerate my Duryiz/Liz outbursts.

PG/T for now. M for certain chapters that may contain sex.

Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon. If I did, Durza wouldn't have died and he and Arya would never make it out of the bedroom.

This takes place after Eldest.

Author's note: This is a very short chapter. It's just to sort of introduce how Arya feels about Durza and get the ball rollin'. Longer chapters soon to come. And I'll try to update this more than Split. Split is serious and I have trouble writing serious fics. Either I can write tradegies (and only Split ends a tradegy in a way – oops, spoiled.) or I can write over-exaggerated drama-comedies. So yeah, this should be updated more.

Chapter One: Arya's Feelings Exposed

Arya sat on the hill overlooking Du Vollar Eldrvarya. The grass was stiffly matted with dried blood, and the plains were strewn with dead bodies.

"So much devastation and sorrow, all caused by one man," Arya murmured to herself. Unbuckling her sheath from her waist, she drew her slender elven sword. Though the blade and hilt were unadorned with jewels, it sparkled brightly. As she lay the sheath in the grass, she heard muffled footsteps from behind her.

"Atra esterní ono thelduin, Arya svit-kona," Eragon said, touching his fingers to his lips and then to his sternum in the elven greeting.

"Atra du evarínya ono varda," Arya said and fingered the hilt of her sword self-consciously.

"What are you doing?"

Can't he see? "Playing with my sword while staring into nowhere, why?" Arya responded.

Eragon snorted irritably. "At least you have a sword to play with while staring into nowhere. I should be getting a new one soon."

Arya nodded. Why would I care?

"Want to help me, beautiful princess?" Eragon said, trying to sound as manly as he could.

"One, cut out the beautiful," Arya said softly but firmly, her emerald green eyes flashing. "I know I'm beautiful. Okay? And two, why in Aiedail's light would you need help getting a sword? As one of Orrin's smiths to make one, or a dwarf or someone."

Eragon's cheeks flushed a crimson red. "I fail at everything…everything except killing Durza, of course. EL OH EL!"

"Go away," said Arya simply. Eragon immediately complied to her wishes.

Arya mulled over the young Rider's last words. "Killing Durza".

Durza. She brought up a picture of him in her mind and examined him, starting from the top.

His hair. They were as deep a crimson red as Eragon's cheeks had been just a second before. Maybe even moreso. Arya had to admit, it was sexy. Faolin's silvery hair was definitely a pleaser, but it was too…angelic, maybe? Yes, that was it. Faolin was an angel, the mate every elven princess should want. But Durza was a devil, the mate every elven princess DID want.

His eyes. So cruel, yet so loving. They were a fiery red that at first she compared to blood. She now compared it to her heart. Somehow he could burn right through you, but stop at your heart and know exactly how to manipulate it.

His lips. They were thin and slightly red, darker agains this pale skin. Those lip often formed and reformed to create spells and incantations. Ancient Language, magic, that was hot. It made Arya's heart beat everytime he uttered a 'Brisingr!' or a 'Malthinae!'. It made Arya's heart stop, though, whenever Durza said her name.

His voice. It was normally quite soft, yet despite that, it seemed to cause a tremor in the very ground. It sent chills up her spine and throughout her body. Rough and piercing, it was like an addictive melody ringing in her ears.

His chest. It was more muscular than Faolin's, that was for sure. Of course Faolin had lean elven muscles, giving off more strength than it appeared. But Durza's chest was more physically pleasing. Arya had never seen Durza's chest completely bare, which really was a shame. Durza had come into her torture cell one rainy day with his thin tunic completely pressed against his chest. It was a little transparent, and Arya could see his muscles and his small, hard nipples.

His groin. Arya smiled guiltily at the thought of it. She was SURE that area was bigger than Faolin's. Arya did not know if an elf's male anatomy was small, or if it was just Faolin. Or maybe it was just Durza that was huge. Arya's stone table was very low and was a little lower than waist high, so whenever Durza talked to her, her eyes would look straight there. Though she did not want to admit it, she secretly hoped the men would stop trying to take advantage of her and Durza would give it a try.

She could not go any further down his body. Arya had made up her mind. She had to bring him back to life…and she thought she knew how.

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