After they'd been engaged in another battle for a mere five minutes or so, Juliet had started acting strange. When Romeo had asked her to reveal his woman, for surely she had been hiding her. Then Juliet had climbed on top of him and Romeo was scared to say he was oddly attracted to her. That he wanted the kiss she desired to take from him.
When Juliet's lips met his he kissed her back, feeling that it was the same kiss that he'd shared with his woman. A kiss filled with such heat and passion and desire that he couldn't mistake it. He could no longer lie to himself, Juliet was his woman. It was she that he was in love. He must have been for a while, no kiss, no first kiss could have been that perfect if he hadn't already had feelings for her. Romeo wanted to tell her, to ask her about the strange feelings he was having, but thought better against it. What if she laughed at him? What if she didn't feel the same? Maybe her kiss was nothing more than a distraction so she could finally finish what she'd wanted for so long. To kill him.
But when he stopped kissing back she sat up straight and looked so heartbroken he knew must do something. So he cupped the back of her neck and pulled her back down on top of him.
'Juliet, I'm your man. Romeo is the man you desire. I'm sorry if you hate that, if you hate me, but...'
'If you dare say there's a fine line between love and hate I will fucking bite you!' Juliet frowned, her tone apparently angry but then she pressed their mouths together again and this time they shared an intensely passionate kiss.
And as their tongues rolled and thrust against one another Juliet came to a realisation.