He picked up her meaning easily due to the lust-tinged tone of her mind, but Eragon decided to toy with her.
"We could stay up talking," he replied coyly. "Or we could go flying with Saphira and Firnen."
They both looked to their dragons who were more than equally inebriated and laughed.
"Well, maybe not flying," he thought then. "We might fall off, and I'm not sure they'd notice in this state."
Firnen was fairly close to falling over much like Saphira had during her first visit to Farthen Dur.
"Eragon," Arya said forcefully after withdrawing from their mental link. "Take me to our room."
There was no misinterpretation now. He knew exactly what she was asking for, and she had said it rather loudly to be heard over the crowd, earning them a few whistles from Murtagh and Alec and a roaring laugh with a cheeky wink from Roran. Nasuada smirked and decided it was time to whisk Murtagh away as well.
"As you wish," Eragon replied when he couldn't think of a better response.
Roran laughed even louder then, almost falling off the bench he was sitting on. She stood and proudly laced his hand in hers, and they bid the rest goodnight. As they walked past Roran, Eragon gave him a good shove, which unseated him completely, leaving him in his fit of laughter on the floor. He tugged on Arya's hand and they ran off together towards the stairs, giggling like children.
Eragon's hands were sweaty as he walked with her up the never-ending staircase. He had built this moment up in his head so much that he was overthinking everything, making him more nervous than he had ever been. The alcohol had lowered his inhibitions, but it hadn't rid him of any of his insecurities. What if he didn't do it right, or she didn't like it or something?
Arya stopped them on the stairs when they had almost reached the top.
"What's wrong Eragon?" she said. "You've not spoken a word the whole way here. It's unlike you."
"I…um…well," he stuttered. "I'm nervous."
She smiled then.
"As am I," she revealed. "Now come. Show yourself to me."
She made it sound the simplest thing in the world. His legs willed him forward, and they were finally back in their room. He shut the door, and she warded the space to outside listeners once more. Nothing had happened, but his heart was already hammering in his chest. He moved towards the bed, his hand still entwined with hers. She reached towards him with the other to undo the clasps on his vest.
"I told you I'd be taking this off of you soon," Arya said huskily. "Now open your mind to me."
He reached out to her and found her risqué thoughts mirrored his own. She saw that he quite liked it when she ordered him around, and so she continued to do so in his mind, urging him to make the first move.
He kissed her then hungrily. He had been restraining himself for so long that his passion overwhelmed her, and she forgot all thought of guiding him. He didn't need it. Eragon reveled in the taste of her lips.
The smell of pine needles coming off her was intoxicating. He needed to be closer, but their clothes were in the way. After breaking apart from the heated kiss, he began undressing her. He undid the clasp on her dress and slowly slid it off her, revealing her fully.
He took in a deep breath as the heat between them intensified.
"You're beautiful," he thought to her with awe and appreciation. She reached for the edge of his blue tunic, slipping it off his head. Her hands found his waist and she reveled in the feel of his muscular body. Arya unlaced his boots and slid his pants down.
"Much better," she thought.
They were both staring at each other other, their thoughts revealing waves of attraction and subsequent embarrassment as they both imagined what the other would do next. She wanted him to kiss her, and so he recaptured her lips with his own, pushing them both onto the large bed. Their tongues waged war as they groped each other. She was so soft, and he was anything but.
She wanted his mouth on her, and he acquiesced. He relished the sounds she made as he kissed and caressed every inch of her. Finally, when they could both take no more of the tortuous sensation, Arya spoke out loud.
"Take me Eragon. I am yours," Arya said.
The dragon souls within him roared in victory, and he took his mate for the first time. Their bodies moved back and forth together in perfect rhythm. She loved the feeling of him, and he couldn't get enough. The ebb and flow of sensation finally gave way to a flood of euphoria, and they both cried out as they reached the peek of their pleasure.
Arya relaxed into him, and he wrapped his arms around her in contentment. They quickly drifted into their waking dream, their thoughts merging even in sleep. Both of them were happier than they had ever been.
Eragon woke with a massive headache. He grabbed his head reflexively, accidentally jostling Arya from her resting place on his chest. She woke with a start, opening her eyes to find him grinning sheepishly at her.
"Good morning Arya Svit Kona," he said warmly, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Good morning Shadeslayer," she replied with a quick kiss to his lips.
Saphira and Firnen had come in sometime after them last night. Saphira was stretching and Firnen was cleaning his scales.
"Good morning little one," Saphira said mostly to Eragon. The four of them had begun sharing thoughts so frequently that she deemed it appropriate to include them in most of their conversations now.
"Good morning big one!" Eragon said happily.
"That was the cutest thing I've ever seen." Arya thought. "We're going to have to come up with a pet name for you Firnen."
Firnen was giving Saphira the side eye.
"Now look what you've done," he said to her.
The other three laughed at his discomfort.
"I could call you big green one, and Saphira could be big blue one," Arya thought sweetly to Firnen. "It's a very dragon-like way of naming."
"No," Saphira said. I am big one, and Eragon is little one. You must find your own names."
"Oh, very well," said Arya. "How about Amber Eyes."
"Very well," Firnen said. "I am Amber Eyes, and you are Emerald Eyes."
"Excellent!" Eragon said. "Now it won't get confusing. Well, now that that's settled, we should really get going. The Games start in less than twenty minutes."
They dressed quickly and decided against saddles. They didn't want the added hassle of undoing them after such a short flight. This way would save them a lot of time walking. They warded themselves so as not to rip their skin on Firnen and Saphira's scales.
A memory flashed through everyone's head of Eragon's bloody first flight.
"Ouch," Arya thought, seeing the flight from his perspective.
"Never again," Eragon thought. "Come on Saphira, let's fly!"