Announcement: This is my very own attempt at an Arya/Nasuada fanfic. Don't like; don't read. Contains VERY mature content. Not for the faint-hearted and easily disturbed. (I don't think it's that bad though) For all those who do read, I will say I do not own the Inheritance Cycle. CP certainly wouldn't be writing this stuff when he hasn't had Eragon and Arya have a scene for three books now, would he? Also, I've left this incomplete but I probably won't write any more fanfics like this since I only had one chapter planned. That's because I have another one in progress that you just might like to read. It can be found on my profile in the stories section. Now that I got all that away, here's my new fanfic...

Lady Love

Arya was fuming!

She couldn't believe how angry she was.

The elf princess and ambassador of the Varden stormed through the maze of tents and stalls, snapping at anybody who got in her way.

She didn't care what they thought of her. Humans were pathetic anyway. Still, the short-lived race had always haunted her and now she was worse off for it.

Finally, she skidded to a halt realizing she was in front of Nasuada's command tent. The leader of the Varden did it again.

Eragon had been worked to the bone recently ever since Oromis and Glaedr died. Nasuada had probably been scared out of her wits because of the death and was pushing Eragon harder than ever.

Eragon had just snapped and gotten angry at her shouting his head off about all the problems in his life and how he had it so bad. The poor boy did have it bad though.

Still, she would have a thing or two to say to Nasuada.

"Ambassador?" One of the Nighthawks questioned.

The tips of Arya's ears turned flushed red with embarrassment as she realized she had been standing here for a while.

"I demand an audience with your leader," Arya hissed.

The Nighthawk's eyes widened at her vehemence and scuttled aside as she stormed through. The curtain doorway fell back behind her and she paused to survey the command tent.

On normal occasions, it would contain the meeting table and enough chairs to fill a large amount of people nothing more. But it was evening now, nearly midnight in fact.

So instead, the tent was occupied by a bed, a small table, and a chair. A chest occupied the other corner of the room probably filled with Nasuada's things. Strange she didn't carry about much.

Why should you care? Arya scolded herself.

Steeling her reserve and remembering why she came here, she stomped over to where Nasuada was sitting on a chair pouring over pieces of parchment paper, maps, and such.

Nasuada had her back turned, being busy with her work, so Arya tapped her on the shoulder intent on slapping her face when she turned. The Varden leader did so and Arya was shocked.

Heavy bags hung under eyes and while they were normally so vibrant and alive, flaring with emotion and intelligence, they were now sorrowful and registered pain.

Even the Varden leader's facial features seemed sunken and her body appeared thinner. She still had her bandages on from the Trial of Long Knives and her skin was slick with a faint sweat.

For some peculiar reason, Arya felt herself get aroused at the smell. She shrugged it off and was about to launch into her correction about how she treated Eragon but couldn't bring herself to it.

Nasuada seemed to frail and fragile all of a sudden like she might snap under a light shove. Maybe that's what she needed. A shove. Something to get her back into motion, something to make her alive again.

Clearly, being leader of a resistance group had turned out to be a bit more than Nasuada could chew. Arya realized this that the woman was under a lot of stress and pressure. The strain was probably killing her.

Why had she been so blinded? Why hadn't she seen this before? How had that foolish farm-boy occupied her mind so much?

"What have you come for, Arya?" Nasuada asked softly.

Arya put a hand on her lips, silencing her. Nasuada's eyes widened and Arya felt her own surprise. Why was she acting this way? What had happened to her?

Even so, the feeling of her bare flesh pressed against Nasuada's full lips brought a feeling of arousal and power to the elf.

Nasuada was here, venerable, alone and at her mercy. She could take her life with one slash of her dagger she carried. But she wouldn't. She couldn't.

Instead, Arya would give Nasuada the very best thing she ever got in her life. Taking a deep sensuous breath, she pulled her hand away and kissed her.

What felt like an electric shock passed through the women, both elf and human it didn't matter. Arya's lips pressed roughly against Nasuada and pushed her tongue into the woman's mouth.

Nasuada flinched but granted access, her eyes taking a dreamy look. Their tongues twirled around each other with a fiery passion that surprised even Arya. She had not been expecting this.

Too aroused to stop now, she disentangled herself from Nasuada who arched an eyebrow questioningly. Arya shushed her softly and murmured a spell in the Ancient Language to stop anyone from eavesdropping.

There would be a lot of noise here tonight! Arya grinned mischievously.

When the spell was finished, she gently turned the chair around and motioned for Nasuada to stand up. The woman did so and Arya surprised her by picking her up in her arms.

Arya was an elf and elves were stronger than humans, even the women. So it was no problem for Arya (one of the strongest elves around, mind you!) to carry Nasuada over to the bed which she did.

Arya deposited Nasuada on the bed none too lightly bringing a gasp from the dark-skinned woman. Wanting to see what she was doing, Arya straddled Nasuada and quickly worded a spell to make a dim light appear in the room.

Arya smiled and pulled off her leather outfit letting Nasuada stare in awe and wonder at her breathtaking beauty. Clothes out of the way, she stooped down to rip off Nasuada's. Nasuada helped her and soon they were ready.

Arya paused, savouring the feeling of her sex touching another woman's. While this wasn't forbidden amongst the elves, it wasn't encouraged either and there wasn't a lot of room for sexual interaction like this.

Arya had only touched one other woman, sexually, in her entire life and that was an elf named Astral. She was still alive but now had a mate and two sons.

Arya didn't mind though. She now had someone to replace that loss. She was brought back to the present once more as a tentative hand reached up to squeeze her breast.

Arya moaned as Nasuada fondled her. Encouraged by her obvious enjoyment, the dark-skinned woman brought up both hands to her assets and sat up so that Arya now sat on her lap.

A deep shudder passed through Arya's body as Nasuada massaged her, running her hands down her stomach, along her shoulders, and sliding down her back.

She even gripped Arya's buttocks, working a finger in the crack of her rear end. Arya groaned as Nasuada entered her, pushing softly at first. First it was one finger, then two. She stopped at this but began thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out.

Arya felt a wave of emotions like she had not experienced in a long time and cried out as they took over her, bringing to surface a different side of the previously stoic and solemn elf princess.

Not able to remain still, Arya kissed Nasuada soundly and pressed her breasts against the other woman's. Very soon, they were both humping each other, breast against breast, as Arya decided to copy what Nasuada was doing to her rear end.

It was bliss.

POV SWITCH

Laying on the cot in his tent, Eragon Shadeslayer felt miserable.

He had just gone against his resolve and blasted Arya to the high heavens before stomping away in tears like a spoiled toddler.

He was pathetic!

No matter. He had to ask her forgiveness and quickly.

Wanting to know where she was so as to get to her quicker, Eragon dragged himself over to a water basin that stood on a stool in the corner.

Casting a quick spell, he scried Arya.

What he saw next so shocked him that he remained in a sitting position for the rest of the night until Saphira came to wake him.

For while Arya and Nasuada had not expected people to scry them during their lovemaking, Eragon had and he watched them now as the two stunning women, stark naked, lay on top of each other.

They writhed about madly, groaning and moaning, as each woman had their head on the other woman's sex. While Eragon couldn't see their faces, it was obvious from the slurps what they were doing.

The ambassador and princess of the elves and the leader of the Varden were licking each others' pussies!

Author's Note: That's all for now! I've wanted to write this for quite some time now as there just aren't enough scenes between Arya and Nasuada. I may continue it depending on how my other fanfic goes and, of course, how many comments I get. So if you want more of this stuff (with Eragon possibly joining them) then do leave a comment!

Bye for now!