A/N: Okay, I know that I'm supposed to be working on the sequel to my fic It's So Much More Than That, and I have started it, but this just sorta hit me out of nowhere. A friend's birthday was last week, so I thought I'd write her a little drabble or ficlet as a present. Well, as you can tell, it expanded and became it's own fic. She loved it, so I decided to post it up. There will be a second part to this. Sort of. This fic is completely from Murtagh's POV, and I plan on writing the same fic from Eragon's and posting it as a second chapter, so be on the lookout for that! And sorry for the long author's note! I just felt the need to explain myself. he he So anyways...

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"Why did it have to be you?" I whispered as I watched him sleep on the ground next to me. "Why you?"

It had been a month since I had met Eragon after saving him from the Ra'zac. His mentor, and the man that killed my father, died soon after, revealing a great and terrible secret. It was after that event that I realized there was more to my feelings towards him that the curiosity I had first expressed. What that more was I was unsure of at the time, but now, after a month of traveling with the young Rider, I have come to terms with my feelings.

He was beautiful. I know men aren't supposed to be called beautiful, but that's what he was. His soft brown hair and matching chocolate-brown eyes. His lean, muscular body covered with smooth, tan skin, skin I longed to touch, to caress lovingly – No! I scolded myself. Stop thinking about him. You're supposed to be watching! And so, with a heavy sigh, I tore my eyes from the sleeping form next to me and stared out into the darkness.

I don't know how long it was after that before Eragon awoke to take the next watch. It felt like hours, but it could have been only minutes. All I know is that a voice came out of the darkness next to me.

"Murtagh? You can sleep now. It's my turn to watch."

I turned to the teenager now sitting up next to me and nodded. Then I realized that it was too dark for him to see and said, "Okay, thanks."

I laid down, using my cloak as a pillow. The night was warm, so I didn't need to worry about being cold. But I secretly wished for cold; it would give me an excuse to be close to him.

Once again, I had to force myself to stop thinking those thoughts. Eragon would never return my feelings, I told myself over again and again. But no matter how many times I said it, it didn't change how I felt. I didn't really think it would, but one could hope.

At that point, I sat back up. Dawn was still a few hours away, but I knew that I could not sleep. Sleeping meant dreaming, and I was afraid of the dreams I might have, afraid of crying out in my sleep for the one thing I desired most but could not have…

Eragon must have heard me move because he turned to face me and whispered, "Murtagh? Are you okay?"

His voice gave me shivers, but I could not let him know that. Nor could I let him know the reason I was not sleeping peacefully. "I'm not really that tired. Can't sleep, "I lied, for I was really fatigued from the day's ride.

I could sense Eragon shrug beside me. "All right. You're free to watch with me then."

I mumbled a response, then glared into the darkness, searching for something to distract me from the male seated next to me. Unfortunately, there was nothing.

I sighed and laid back with my hands behind my head and looked up at the sky. It was a clear night and I could see the stars. I tried searching for constellations I knew, but even that could not hold my attention for long. I sighed again.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, I felt a body lay down beside me. I turned my head and saw Eragon laying as I was, staring up at the sky. When he sensed my staring, he turned on his side to face me.

I held my breath; our faces were merely inches apart. How easy it would be to close that distance, to claim those lips –

I groaned quietly and turned away. If I couldn't restrain myself, I would have to leave, and that was something I didn't want to do.

After traveling with me for a month, Eragon could tell when something was wrong. This was the first time I wished he couldn't. He must have heard my groan, and combining that with the fact that I wasn't sleeping (I love my sleep), he must have known something was bothering me. He propped himself up on his elbow and asked, "Murtagh, are you sure you're okay?"

I could no longer lie to him, but that didn't mean I had to give a straight answer. "When have I ever been sure about anything?" I replied.

"Murtagh, I'm serious." Eragon was sitting up now, leaning over me. "Don't try to get out of this. Something's wrong and I want to know what it is."

I laughed bitterly. "Do you really want to know? 'Cause I'm not sure you do."

He was close enough for me to see him nod through the shadows. I decided to take a chance.

I turned to face him, propping myself up on one elbow. With my other hand, I reached over and placed it behind his neck, pulling him closer.

Expecting resistance, I was surprised when none came. Could it be? I thought to myself. Could he really want this as much as I do?" I'd soon find out.

Our lips met. His were chapped from hard days on the road, but I didn't care. All that mattered was that fact that I was kissing Eragon and that he wanted me to do so. But I wanted more.

I ran my tongue along his lips, asking for entrance. It was granted. Excited, I worked to engage his tongue in battle with mine. After a little prodding, I was successful.

The fight began, and, just as with swords, we were evenly matched. Neither one of us could get the advantage. It went on like that for a while; for how long, I'm not sure. The next thing I knew, Eragon was pulling away. I was about to question it when I realized we were both panting, gasping for breath. A kiss had never made me feel like that one did.

I looked into his eyes and smiled; he did the same. I moved so I was sitting next to him, took one of his hands into mine and said, "Eragon, I love you."

His eyes lit up. He leaned over and kissed me briefly. When he pulled away, he said, "Murtagh, I love you too."

So there you have it! Like I said, be on the lookout for Part 2! Review please! As I always say, constructive criticism is okay, but flames will be thrown back at you! Mor'ranr!