"How we feel isn't measured by what we do, or what we don't do." She gazed at him as he spoke, loving the low, intimate tone to his voice, and wondering where he was leading with this conversation. "I've fallen in love with you Jill." He felt elated as he said the words he'd been pondering over for days. Her head shot up as they sunk in. "It's the same for you; we've known that for a long time. We don't even need to say it, it's just there. Nothing can change that, not now." He smiled in response to the soft upward curve of her lips, whispering his last words. "It's too late."
"No but saying it is more, it's a lot more." Her eyes suddenly dulled, a little sadness filling them as their whole situation washed over her. She tiled her head downwards as she spoke, her gaze resting upon her fingers tracing patterns over Gordon's thigh. She sighed. "I just wish-"
"I don't think I can take anymore wishing today." He interrupted softly, not wanting the peaceful moment to be interrupted with regret. "What is, what isn't… I can't change any of that. All I do know is that…" He paused, taking a moment to assess whether it would be wise to voice. "I need you, now. Don't tell me it's not the same for you."
She looked at him with wide eyes, her expression somewhat vulnerable, something he was unused to seeing in the formidable Doctor Weatherill. But as he captured her lips, enveloped her with the arm laying over her shoulders, he felt her respond readily. In fact, it was Jill herself who took his hand, giving it a gentle tug as she rose. There was a little shyness in her expression, a slight blush to her cheeks to accompany the flush their activities had brought about. He captured her round the waist then, holding her close against him. And they made their way into the bedroom.