Hey I'm back. And of course, really bored. Which is why I am putting up chapter five before waiting for reviews. As I said, I'll try to update the story at least once a day, but if I don't it means that my brother is on the computer all day and I didn't have time to finish a chapter. I'll try to make them longer as I go, because they'll have to… and it'll get a lot more interesting. So… here's chapter five!! (With more rated M. Again, act it.)

Disclaimer: I want to own Arya….. Chris P, could you send her to me for my birthday?

Eragon woke to a female's screaming in the dead on night. He immediately drew his blade and rushed into Arya's room.

Arya was thrashing under her sheets, a nightmare in her head. She screamed in terror. Eragon dropped his sword, leaving in the doorway. He sat on the edge of the bed as he did yesterday morning, but this time he was hit by swinging fists and kicking legs that weren't meant for him. He tried to still her, but she was too strong. He lay on top of her, ignoring the weird feeling that came from the back of his mind. Eragon pinned her down. He put his face by her ear. "Arya, it's okay! You're dreaming. Wake up, it'll all be gone. I promise."

Arya's eyes flashed open and she stopped screaming. Sweat and tears soaked her face. She looked Eragon straight in the eye, breathing hard. "I… I was moving, wasn't I?" She looked down the length of their bodies and Eragon nodded. She sighed, and in one swift movement she was on to of him and kissing him fiercely. She wanted to chase the nightmare away, and nothing she'd tried had done the trick like kissing Eragon. She was sitting on her knees, to crook of her legs sitting upon Eragon's. Eragon was very surprised at this, and although Saphira was warning him not to, he blocked the dragon from his mind and kissed back, his arms around her.

Eragon moved from her lips to kissing her neck. Arya quietly sighed with pleasure, and he licked her ear, softly biting the lobe. Both Eragon and Arya were controlled by their instincts, but they moaned with pleasure again and went back to lips. Arya massaged Eragon's bare chest with her hands, and Eragon's hands went to the small of her back, where he began to take her shirt off. She let it happen, and soon her torso was naked.

Eragon moved his hands from her back to the opposite. Arya sighed once more. Neither one of them noticed that Saphira had left.

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Arya lay beside Eragon in her bed, her ear against his chest. They had gone no further, knowing better than to do so in their present state, but left their clothing items off. Eragon had his hand on her hip.

"I need to bathe." Arya said. "You may also. Would you like to come with me?"

Eragon was shocked that she said this, but kept his feeling shrouded. "It would be my honor, Arya Dröttingu."

Arya shrugged into her shirt, picking up a pair of clothing. Eragon got out of the bed and did the same. Arya muttered something in the ancient language and a thick rope appeared outside of the dragon entrance to the treehouse. Arya jumped and grabbed it, all but disappearing in the night. She shook the rope and Eragon followed her example, landing easily on the forest floor. The moonlight was very minimal; the moon was a mere white slit in the black sky.

Arya and Eragon reached a spring not far from the treehouse. Eragon pulled off his shirt and trousers, leaving him in his underwear. Arya was already yanking hers off of her legs, and Eragon, again, followed her example. He and Arya were standing naked next to each other in an elven forest beside a spring they were going to bathe in. Together.

Arya took a step into the water and shivered with delight. She motioned for Eragon to come stand beside her and he did, shuddering as the water met his feet. He grasped Arya's hand and they walked into deeper water together, swimming side by side to the quiet stream at the other end of the spring.

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Sooner than he could guess, Arya had Eragon with his back against a smooth rockpile and her legs wrapped around him. The water was a bit deeper than the elve's waists, and colder beside the spring. The icy water wasn't even noticed as Eragon and Arya made love for the first time, and the two were thoroughly enjoying each other. Eragon began to kiss Arya very soon after they began, and his tongue caressed the inside of Arya's mouth. Arya squeezed herself tighter to Eragon with her legs, and crossed them behind his back. Both moaned again and again, never wanting the moment to end.

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It was quite some time before the couple emerged from the icy water, their minds open to one another and everything they did during their bath passing between their intimate connection. They toweled off and began to put clothing on.

You were my first, Eragon had told her.

Excellent for your first time, Eragon. Arya said. You were also my first, despite my hundred and five years. Our society is based around not having sex under certain circumstances. This situation is new, however, and I enjoyed myself very much.

As did I. Eragon responded. He was elated in his already blissed-out moment he shared because of this knowledge. Arya and he were both new to this.

You were excellent also, Arya. This moment ended in a short kiss as they headed back to the treehouse. The two slept the rest of the night in the same bed.

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Next day

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Arya woke up about an hour after dawn in Eragon's bed. She smiled as she remembered the past night's events. Standing up, she realized Eragon had already gotten up and gone out. She found a note beside the large amount of food. It read:

Arya,

I went out for a ride with Saphira, and I'm going to visit Oromis's grave. I will meet you in your clearing three hours before noon. I've been thinking about you.

With love,

Eragon.

Arya smiled and picked up a fruit, finding herself ravenous from not eating for the past two days. She ate as much as she pleased, then went out for a run. Elves bowed to her, calling her "Queen Arya" as she passed. The time for mourning had passed, and little sadness showed on the streets. She sensed Eragon's presence not at his tutor's grave, so she trekked up to where Oromis and Glaedr were buried. She payed her respects and left for the clearing.

Eragon landed in the clearing just as Arya arrived. Saphira snorted a friendly greeting to Arya. "Greetings, Saphira. How was your flight?" She asked to the dragon.

Eragon will tell you. If you need to ask further questions about it then come to me. Saphira answered, not unkindly.

"All right, goodbye, then." Saphira flew away as Arya responded. She looked to Eragon questioningly.

He sighed. "She doesn't like the way our relationship is going. Everything I feel, she feels through our mental link, and she doesn't have a mate…. She thinks we're going too fast. I do not know what a relationship is supposed to be like, so I'd like to ask your opinion." Eragon sounded thoroughly confused.

Arya paused. "Ah. I understand her feelings about this." She thought for a moment before continuing. "Normal elven relationships would be at least five years long before doing what we did last night. But seeing the circumstances, other couplings would've done that their first night. We just need to keep quiet about last night until we've been in our relationship for a few years."

"I wasn't planning on telling anyone." Eragon said. "Saphira would have found out eventually." He drew his sword, protecting it with magic. "Shall we spar, my love?" He grinned.

"Yes we shall." Arya had already protected her blade and lunged at him, blade swinging in the air.

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Arya and Eragon attended a feast that night, Arya at the head of the table and Eragon on her left side. They enjoyed it, and Blagden swooped in halfway through the feast to drop a silver circlet onto her head. She smiled, and Blagden flew away.

After the feast, Saphira allowed Arya and Eragon time, making the excuse of needing to hunt. Eragon was kissing Arya before she was off of the last step to enter the treehouse, and he lifted her off of it and shut the door, locking it behind him.

Arya pulled Eragon out of his clothes, and assisted Eragon in unclasping her bra. She then pulled herself and Eragon onto Eragon's bed, and they repeated last night's events there.

Now, as I said, this is rated M. Just letting you all know, this will probably be the most graphic chapter for awhile. They will continue to do the kissing, but I will make the other scenes less graphic. I apologize to those of you who didn't expect this to be so graphic, and I'm guessing I might get some mean reviews. But those of you who are reading this, make sure to review. The next chapter may be up tonight or tomorrow, depending on how long my work meeting is. (it took about two hours to write this so I hope it was good)