Just a small one-shot of EA I wrote randomly. It's songfic to 'When you Look me in the Eyes' by the Jonas Brothers. I'm not obsessed with them I just think this song is really sweet. :D
I wrote it spontaneously so I might delete it, depending on what people think. I love reviews very much. :)
Enjoy (:
OOC
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If the heart is always searching,
Can you ever find a home?
I've been looking for that someone;
I'd never make it on my own.
Dreams can't take the place of loving you;
There's gotta be a million reasons why it's true.
It was moments, such as these, that Eragon had persisted with Arya for. He looked down on her. She lay, cradled in his arms, listening to his heartbeat. He ran his fingers through her hair, smiling. Just a small smile, but warm.
Eragon had not even spared a thought for women really, before he met Arya. Before he met Arya, he was far too embarrassed and shy to approach a woman he had not known since early childhood.
He thought back, back to the times where Arya was only truly with him in his dreams. He had looked forward to those moments; they felt as unreal as the present. Nothing could take away the love he held for the woman in his arms.
Since Arya's first refusal on his advances, Eragon had gone through heartbreak and much hurt. Though the experience somehow made him stronger and the resilience that ran through his blood surfaced. He would not let her go, now that he had her. Only if she asked, would the thought even cross his mind...
The second rejection made him think. He thought, perhaps Arya is right and she is not in fact the one. His heart had refused to process this. He tried; he honestly did, to block her from his thoughts. He truly tried though any other woman had become unappealing to him. He wanted only her.
He did not want to think what would have happened had he not found Arya. He felt as if it were meant to be. Everything happens for a reason, right?
It could have been anyone who found Saphira's egg and went on to find and save Arya. Eragon could still be back at Carvahall with his uncle and Roran...
He shook his head; this was how it was meant to be. Arya had taken it upon herself to trace the creases and folds in Eragon's tunic with her fingertips. There were more reasons than there were stars in the sky as to why he benefitted from that trip to the Spine. Millions.
The main one now lay, rested in his arms.
When you look me in the eyes,
And tell me that you love me.
Everything's all right,
When you're right here by my side.
When you look me in the eyes,
I catch a glimpse of heaven.
I find my paradise,
When you look me in the eyes
Arya released herself from Eragon's soft grasp and gazed up at him. Was it even possible that, once upon a time, she was able to look into those sweet, brown eyes without her heart swelling to twice its size? She smiled, he was thinking. He met her eyes as she ran a hand down his jaw line. His eyes smiled, if that were possible, he did it.
How she thanked any Gods for bringing him to her. She thought back to the times where she had foolishly pushed him away, still lingering in the past. She had tried to make a comparison with Eragon and her previous love. She had not even known true love.
The third time he... reminded her of his feelings, she could not help but cave in. It took over an hour, but she could no longer stand strong in denial. That was the first time she gave into something. That was the first time she cried freely in front of him. That was the first time she felt his lips on hers. That was the first time she'd felt perfect. That was the first time she forgot about Fäolin. That was the first time she realized what all of those emotions that ran around in her heart and mind were. That was the first time she realized that Eragon had grown greatly.
"Arya?" Eragon had cupped her cheek in his hand, the blood immediately rushed up to meet his warmth. She focused her eyes. His expression was soft, gentle; she wrapped her fingers around his hand. "I don't think I tell you this enough,"
She smiled weakly, she thought she knew what he was about to say and yet she would ask the question anyway, "And what is that?"
His gaze was piercing yet tender; he wound an arm securely around her waist before leaning forward, just so that their foreheads were touching. "I love you,"
Even though she knew what was coming, even though she tried to prepare herself, the words never failed to set her heart to soar, she allowed a hand to rest on his cheek. She tried to keep the tears from flooding her eyes. She had decided that she let them free too often nowadays. Eragon brushed them away before they fell.
This was the escape she had always imagined, Eragon. She never wanted him to leave. She knew that it was selfish, and that he would most likely find an eye for another woman, though she hoped. She clung to the time she had, kicking herself mentally for allowing so much time to go to waste though she secretly thanked him for his constant pursuit of her. However, he was young. He would find someone soon, someone else. To her, he would always be her savior though never would she love again quite like this after he left...
If heaven were a true place, this is surely, is what it would be like. Not a care for anything in the land, in the arms of your sweet beloved, she wanted the moment to last forever. She would savor it to the best of her ability.
In his eyes, she saw the whole of Alagaësia, in peace, no wars, no conflict, no more. She saw love, hope and compassion. In his eyes, she saw herself in a completely different view to what she had ever been. In his eyes, she saw everything that she had always wanted. It was truly a blessing to have him, her escape, her paradise...
I love you too, she willed to say. I love you Eragon Shadeslayer! She yearned to yell though the words cluttered in her throat and all she could manage was a small sob. I love you.
How long will I be waiting,
To be with you again?
I'm gonna tell you that I love you,
In the best way that I can.
I can't take a day without you here;
you're the light that makes my darkness disappear.
When you look me in the eyes,
and tell me that you love me.
Everything's all right,
When you're right here by my side.
When you look me in the eyes,
I catch a glimpse of heaven.
I find my paradise,
When you look me in the eyes.
No matter how much Eragon tried to deny it, he knew that this moment, this moment of bliss, would have to end soon. There was a war, he was a Rider... If he could throw it all away, just to keep his love, he would, without a second thought or doubt. He heard a sharp growl in his mind; he had told Saphira to leave him in peace with Arya for just a few moments...
His forehead was still pressed to hers, he wondered. When would he see her again? How long would he have to wait? There was no chance that he was going to allow her to face any danger; he would restrain her, if that were what it took to keep her safe.
He had told her, from deep, deep down in his heart, that he loved her. It made her cry... He would find another way to tell her. Maybe without even saying anything, this time...
He moved away from her, Arya gave him a confused look; he smiled, titling her head up with a hand, under her chin. He leant toward her again, only this time he did not stop until his lips captured hers.
He brought a hand to the back of her head to ensure that she was as close to him as possible. Arya took her time to respond though gradually wrapped her arms around his neck and nestled her fingers in his hair, absently playing with his curls.
Arya had granted him access past her lips before he could ask. The passion deepened along with the kiss. Still exploring her mouth, Eragon slipped his hand to her back and snaked the other beneath her legs, lifting her into a bridal-style hold.
He carried her out of his chambers blindly, still intent on their kiss. He did, however, know his way around well and felt the sunlight shine down on them, indicating that they now stood outside... Where they were visible to all... Cheers and wolf whistles greeted him. Back in his mind, Eragon had willed to show off his love for Arya. He yearned for her hand in marriage though elven beliefs stopped him there. One day, though, he knew that they would become forever bound.
He smiled against Arya's lips as he opened his eyes; she smiled back, resting her head on his shoulder. It was a better effect, rather than to see her well up with tears. Their eyes were locked and neither could focus on what was happening around them.
She was his life, his soul. Anything or anyone who would try to harm her would have to destroy him first. He wanted to become closer to her, as close as possible. As close as nature had first intended. He felt the awkward, young boy return to him. How would he ask for what he wanted?
Movin' on, I start to realize,
I can reach my tomorrow,
I can hold my head high,
And it's all because you're by my side.
Arya frowned; concerned about the expression that Eragon wore. He was troubled... She drowned out the loud chatter surrounding them. She wished to speak, though feared of who may be listening.
Arya felt proud, proud to have Eragon by her side, holding her hand as she would walk through the grounds and have him whisper softly in her ear, reminding her how much he loved her... Hugging her tightly when she was cold and tickled her sides when she was sad...
She smiled; Eragon was truly an amazing man. An idea came to mind...
Eragon? She tried to push past his borders though found a natural defense system in the way. She sighed and pressed harder. No response. Okay, if it shall be that way. She broke through his wall with strong force, a frown flashed on Eragon's face.
Eragon.
His frown melted to a smile and he gazed down at her tenderly.
"Yes?" He whispered softly.
What is it that ails you?
Do not trouble yourself over it, my love. He responded; Arya refused to accept that.
Please, tell me. She tried, gently.
It is of no importance.
Arya scowled, Do not force me to do this the hard way...
"Try me," He teased. Arya laughed humorlessly.
Arya concentrated her force, trying to get further into Eragon's mind. She stabbed through his wall harshly, placing a pressure in his head. She noticed a slight wince, she immediately felt horrible about what she was doing, though did not falter, he would give in first. She knew he would.
"Okay, sweetheart, all right,"
Arya smiled smugly and released the pressure. Eragon sighed; Arya noticed the nervous expression he wore. He smiled crookedly.
When you look me in the eyes,
And tell me that you love me.
Everything's all right,
When you're right here by my side.
When you look me in the eyes,
I catch a glimpse of heaven.
I find my paradise,
What was the point in waiting? Eragon's head still throbbed slightly from Arya's intrusion. He stared right through her magnificent emerald eyes. He sighed, trying to hide the nerves.
As he gazed deeper into her eyes, her innocent, unknowing, beautiful eyes, he thought to himself. Why should he have to become so awkward? Arya was his love and he wanted only her. And her, he would get.
"Listen to me," He began, not overly cautious of keeping his voice down. She nodded, still puzzled. "It will be you and I. And you and I alone. Back in my chambers, right now and I will not be taking no for an answer," He added gently, unwilling to sound abusive.
Men around him began to cheer and clap along with a few inappropriate call outs directed towards Arya. He ignored them all, awaiting Arya's response. She had frozen for a split second though soon a wide smile stretched across her lips.
"I would not have have said no, anyway," She said playfully. Eragon grinned widely.
When you look me in the eyes.
And tell me that you love me.
Everything's all right,
When you're right here by my side.
When you look me in the eyes,
I catch a glimpse of heaven.
I find my paradise,
When you look me in the eyes.
Oh
"I love you," Arya managed to whisper. She knew that what she was doing was extreme and was against many elf customs. She threw all of the petty reasons that stood between her and her beloved aside and just smiled.
She knew that she would get in terrible trouble with her mother and queen. None of her people, her race, would approve. That was not an issue... as of yet. The present was now all that mattered and she would leave her regrets for the future.
She felt warm lips against her temple, "I love you too,"
Eragon pressed her closer to his chest as he turned around and headed back toward his chambers, wolf whistles and whoops trailed from behind.
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Oh, and I will be back :D I have a few fics, all EA, lined up. Some are nearly done :) I'm on a random roll of these. I promise they'll be better than this one :D
Edits will probably be made during the week before I leave it in peace. (:
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