The scene is set during Brisingr, Chapter "Shadows of the Past". Arya and Eragon have a conversation while travelling back to the Varden.
Reaching out, Eragon placed his right hand over her left. "The stories about the heroes of old never mention that this is the price you pay when you grapple with the monsters of the dark and the monsters of the mind. Keep thinking about the gardens of Tialdarí Hall, and I'm sure you will be fine…"
He left his hand and she allowed the contact.
She pondered over his words, looking out into the woods. Will she ever be fine? She had not told him the truth about Faolin. How deep their connection was. How much she had loved him.
She was not ashamed of it. It just hurt too much. Every time someone even mentioned his name she was left raw, bleeding. He had once been her safe harbor. The one that could calm her whenever she was in distress. Now he was the cause of her pain. Now she was truly alone. With only her dark thoughts and painful memories for company.
A fresh tear run down her cheek and Eragon gave her hand a slight squeeze in comfort. His hand felt warm. She could feel his pulse. It was steady. Calm.
She turned to look at him. His face held only quiet companionship. No heat. No passion.
She felt a strange warmth deep inside her chest. For the first time in months she felt as if she truly had someone she could call a friend. A companion.
She gave him a small smile and touched his other hand with her own. The gesture seemed to surprise him. As she moved, he had slightly lifted his hand, as if thinking she meant to pull away.
"Thank you, Eragon." She truly meant it.
They stayed like that for a while. The more time passed, the more uneasy he was getting. He slightly shifted.
This was new to him. She had never exhibited such a friendly behavior. Not to him.
Slowly, his look of concealed confusion gave way to one she was more familiar with. A deep desire he was trying very hard to conceal.
She did not break their gaze. She slowly tried to arrange her own features into a similar look. She slowly, so slowly, got a bit closer. She used the time to consider what she would do. To search deep within. Was this what she wanted? No, she would have prepared another. But death is final and she could not undo it. This was real. He was real. And more than anything, she needed this. He needed this. They both did. This release. If he was to fight for the Varden, he needed this from her. And she needed it as well. To forget.
She was close enough to feel his hot breath on her face. He was not moving. She searched his face. He wanted this. She could see it. He had wanted this for a very long time. But only now was the moment right. She would not let it go to waste. She would give him what he desired.
She lifted her hands. He removed his and looked down, as if chastised. Maybe he was preparing for harsh words. He certainly did not expect a kiss.
And that was what she offered him.
She touched her lips to his and pulled slightly back. Nothing else. She did not press him, but waited for his reaction.
His eyes widened and he stared at her. But did not pull away.
She had not thought he would. How many hours had he spent fantasizing about her? She would make his wildest dreams come true tonight.
She kissed him again, elegantly wrapping her arms around his body. She felt a slight tremor go through him.
Had he ever even kissed a woman? She had wondered but never asked. Had he ever taken a woman to bed? His reactions told her no. It would be no problem.
He has eager, she could see it in the tension of his body.
He was just hesitant, a boy new to this. She would have to show him how. She deepened their kiss, entwining her fingers through his hair.
She had never been this close to him. She could smell his scent. Sweat and leather. A Human smell. She could smell his desire. But also something else. The wind and the earth after rain. Heat spread between her legs.
And she suddenly realized how much she wanted this. Wanted him. And she had wanted him for a while. He was not a boy. Even though he was younger than her, she felt right being with him. He made her feel whole.
Any doubts she had, she let go, like leaves scattered from a hurricane.
She slid onto his lap, rubbing her body against his. He gripped her waist, bringing her closer. He kissed her with much enthusiasm. She felt his need echo her own.
She checked again the wards she had cast around them. They held strong. No one would see or hear them.
She pulled slightly back and looked deep in his eyes. He did not speak, afraid to break this moment.
She said nothing as well, as she pulled his tunic off. As she untied his trousers and pushed them down.
He hesitantly helped her out of her own clothes.
The cold night breeze caressed her breasts. The sight of him laid bare before her hardened her nipples.
He looked at her, drowning in the nakedness of her body. Her golden skin shown in the moonlight. His face was full of wonder. He was staring at her with pure admiration.
As if in a trance, he placed a hand on her side. With circling motions, he brought it closer to her breasts. He touched one of her erect nipples with his thumb.
She sharply inhaled and he jerked. His face flushed. Ashamed.
She touched his chest, trying to show him it was all right. Humans had many prejudices against a naked body, but he had been trained by Elves and should not be so shy. He should not be so afraid that he would hurt her. She was not a weak Human female. And she would not show him the way of the Humans. She did not know how they preferred to mate. She would show him the way of the Elves. When they mated it was as equals. And both were expected to please their partner.
She gently led him down on the grass. Here in nature, where she never had the chance to be one with her true love. Here she would take this young human.
His body was tense, almost ready. She wasted no time. She mounted him and used a hand to slip him inside her. He grunted. She rotated her hips while riding him. He grew larger and harder inside her.
And he exploded, his enthusiasm, the sexual tension he had kept in check for so long overtaking him. She did not mind. This was his first time. She had expected him to be fast. And she did not plan for this to be their only time tonight.
Their movements became slower and more passionate at the same time. He came many times. She lost count. She had known he was fit and strong, but he also possessed the vitality of a young Human. She had not known how full of drive they were. But of course he was also different as he possessed the energy of the Elves and the spirit of the Dragons. Still, the depth of his desire greatly surprised her.
He was also a fast learner. He quickly realized that she was not climaxing as she was. He grabbed her hip and with a quick maneuver, brought her beneath him. He was breathing hard, his pulse a drum to her ears. His skin glistened with sweat. His scent was utterly intoxicating.
He had become much more confident know. He kissed her breasts and slip a hand between her legs and started stroking her. She could no longer feel the chill of the night. She was on fire.
She pressed her body against his. She stroked his manhood and he grunted. He was trying to please her but she wanted him to feel pleasure as well. She wished for them to climax together. To be one.
His manhood extended, almost ready again.
He was a bit gentler now. Teasing. She laughed. He was a very good student indeed. She guessed he had learnt details from other men. She ached for him to practice on her.
He went inside her and it was as if this was their first time. As if the previous hours had been but a taste. She had not realized how deeply her own desire was. How much she had yearned for him, unconsciously.
She rose her gaze towards the sky, looking at the moon. She felt gratitude for surviving. For being here with him. Whatever happened, they would have each other. No one would take this away from them.
As he thrust in her, she came closer to her climax. Their breaths came as one, their hearts moved to the same beat. She started moaning. Her desire echoed, synching with his grunts, with the howls of the wolves around them. Arya was loudest of them all.