You've broke the rule Fira

Fira woke up.

Corso was asleep beside her, one arm draped across her waist. She lay there for a moment. She wanted to just close her eyes and get lost in the safe, warm feeling. But something wouldn't leave her alone.

You've broken the rule, Fira.

The voice came back again.

She shifted away from him. He seemed deep enough in sleep that he didn't notice. She sighed, shut her eyes for a moment and tipped her head back against the headboard.

It was just a slip up.

She tried to reason with herself but the thought in her head kept running through.

Once would be a slip up, Fira.

She saw Corso move in his sleep, the arm that had been draped around her waist moved and on realising he was touching thin air he sat himself up.

"Fira? Something wrong?" He asked his voice a mixture of concern and tiredness.

She smiled weakly and shook her head, "No,"

There was a pause, and a shock hit her that maybe he saw through what she had just said.

He settled himself back down and pulled her close to him again.

She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the feeling. Despite the fact that nagging voice was still there, reminding her, chiding her.

It was a few nights later.

You broke the rule, and you know it wasn't a slip up.

She winced, the voice was back again. She carefully untangled herself from his arms trying not to disturb him and ran a hand over her face and then through her red hair.

Yet again the urge to just go back to that warmth was there, she wanted to.

But that nagging part of her mind wouldn't leave her alone.

Once, would be a slip up… but this is turning into a bad habit, isn't it?

She closed her eyes, tried to will it away.

That rule exists for a reason…

She heard him shift, "Fira?" He reached his arm out to her, brushing her hand before he seated himself up. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she sighed. She really just wanted to give into that, the warmth, tell him nothing was wrong…

What you're going to break the rule again? Tut, tut.

She closed her eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry…" She winced, "I think I need a bit of breathing room,"

Ah, so you do still see sense, good.

There was a pause, and she swore it dragged on longer than it needed to and she got this bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

No, wait … She thought and a whole bunch of stuff she felt like she needed to say came to mind but she couldn't seem to actually say any of them.

The hand he had on her shoulder squeezed slightly

They stayed like that for a while and she did really want to just tell him to forget what she just said.

He slowly let her go, "You still want me to go?"

Fira tensed up and hugged her knees, "Just go,"

He slowly let go of her shoulder and stood up.

She resisted the urge to tell him no forget it, just come back, I'm an idiot.

Instead she watched him go. He paused just before the door and turned around "If you need me, you know where I'll be," and smiled weakly.

"Yeah," She sighed… "Sleep well," and smiled weakly back at him.

She watched as he left and heard the door close.

She placed her head in her hands and sighed. Resisting the urge to go after him and ask him to come back.

You've seen sense then…

The voice in her head seemed to gain a face, and it was smirking.