A/N: Well, if you hadn't figured this out by now, I'm making a series of Eragon/Arya fluff oneshots. This is the third in the series, and I hope you all enjoy it. Also, if you haven't read the others, please do. They're called Friendship? and Kisses Between Friends. Anyway, here's the next installment... thingy!
Oh, and maddy midnight, they eventually will be together. Maybe. I don't even know if you're reading this, haha.
R&R!
Disclaimer: Eragon © to Christopher Paolini. Yes. I know this is a very boring disclaimer. Shut up. STOP MAKING FUN OF ME! Sorry, spasms aren't good...
Tell Me, And I'll Let You Go
Arya glanced out her window and saw Eragon, making his way up to her room. She turned away, not willing to watch him. Her heart thumped inside her chest, and she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. She told herself it wasn't right, she told herself she couldn't... but she wanted more than what she had, she wanted him.
The door creaked open and Eragon stepped in, his hair sopping wet from the rain. The droplets of rain glistened in the candlelight, casting an celestial look about him. His eyes twinkled, and Arya's heart began to thump louder, so loud she was worried he would hear it.
"Eragon," she murmured, taking his hand, then quickly released it, having realized what she'd just done. "My apologies," she whispered.
"No," he said, grabbing her hand. "Don't let go next time."
She gulped. His hands were warm, but not sweaty. They were rough, but not hard. They were perfect, as was he. She couldn't fight it anymore. He needed to leave, or she might make the mistake of telling him.
"Please leave," she whispered. "W-we can't be more than friends." She was shaking now from his touch. It sent shivers down her spine, causing her to feel lightheaded and flustered.
He ran a hand through her hair. "But," he whispered kindly, "I love you..."
She pushed him away lightly. "No," she whispered, tears springing into her eyes. "You can't!" She tried to turn away, but Eragon grabbed her, making her face him.
"Arya," he whispered in a hushed voice. "Tell me honestly in the Ancient Language that you don't love me, and I'll let you go."
She searched her mind for a way to manipulate this. For a way that she could evade the question... and her answer. She couldn't tell him, she couldn't. She'd be admitting things that she didn't want to.
She shook her head. "Eragon, please don't..."
He cupped her face and looked her in the eye. "Tell me, and I'll let you go."
She shook her head, trying to shake his hands from her face. His perfect hands. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips lightly. Little did her know the battle that was raging on inside her, telling her to break away, telling her to stay. She couldn't choose. She had to choose between being happy and doing what was right. And she couldn't choose.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, like a river. He wiped them away with his thumbs, and his touch felt perfect against her skin.
You should be happy, said the little voice inside her head, after all you've been through, you deserve happiness.
It's not right! the voice exclaimed. You can't do it! Think of how you'd be jeopardizing him!
Arya pulled a way and wiped her eyes. She had found a way around his question. She didn't love his persistence for her, even after she'd clearly told him no.
"I don't love you," she whispered hurriedly. Then, she turned on her heel and dashed out of the room, leaving a trail of tears, shining like diamonds in the candlelight.
A/N: Please review. Also, the next installment thingy for this series should be up soon, as I already know what I'm doing. Remember, read 'n' review!