A/N: This is something that I thought up listening to Into The Night by Santana. I thought that it would make a cute one shot. Enjoy!
Into the Night
Eragon was sitting in a opened aired bar in Surda. He was thinking of Arya again. He was dress for the party that was planed for the night. His musings were cut short though when he heard a guitar start playing. The music was fast pace and lively. As though it had read his depressing thoughts, and was trying to drag him a way from them. He sighed upon hearing the music, as it soothed the turmoil in his soul. The feeling of comfort flowed through him as he listened to the music, and watching the couples dance across the floor. He was just starting to enjoy the party when he saw her.
Arya walked into the room dressed in a dress similar to a flamingo dancer's dress. Eragon took one look and was floored by the way she looked in the dress. She looked like a goddess had stepped down from the heavens, and deemed to show mortals what a true dancer was suppose to look like. He wanted to ask her if she would dance with him when he realized that she was dancing on her own. Her eyes blazed and showed the fire that was in her soul. Eragon wanted to go to her and hold her in his arms. The room started clapping their hands in time with the beat of the music, while the elf danced. Holding the room in breathless awe of the way she danced. Backwards, forwards, turning left and right, dipping in and out of the music like it was water that one was to drink from.
Eragon let the music carry him, and soon Arya was in his arms, dancing with him. She watched him dance with her. He began to lighten up from the darkness that had come over him, before he had defeated the greatest threat to the free world that there ever was. She seemed to pull the darkness from his soul even if it was for only a little while. He just wanted to watched her eyes trying to figure out what was going on in her mind. Though the only thing he could see was her bright emerald eyes shining with happiness, and a little love. This made Eragon happy for he longed for so long for someone to love him and not the power that he held as a dragon rider. Softly they sang together into the winds of the night. While the voices of the crowd around them rang out like angels singing.
Arya watched Eragon lose himself in her eyes, while she lost herself in his. After Arya had become a rider, and the death of Galbatorix, she had become more open to the man before her. As she danced with Eragon she realized that they were meant to be now and forever. She let herself go that night, and freed herself from the shackles that had held her from admitting her feelings for the rider that stood before her. The song was coming to a close, and Arya leaned in and caught Eragon's lips and kissed him as she had longed to do for so very long. Eragon deepened the kiss and allowed all of his feelings that he had been trying for so long to suppress come forward and flow around and through him.
All the while dragons danced in the air above the party. Tomorrow would be more difficult trying to set up a new government, but that was tomorrow's work. All that mattered to the people below was the here and the now, and that is how it should be for everyone. The riders and their dragons danced on into the night, happy at last.