A/N - So I love this song and yeah, it always kind of reminds me of them when I listen to it so I decided to write it out. Song belongs to Christina Perri. Enjoy...

Do you feel the way I do right now? I wish we would just give up…Cause the best part is falling…Call it anything but love…

He smiles at her shyly as his fingers linger just a little too long upon her forearm. They are in plain sight but completely lost in each other. It's becoming too difficult to hide now, to themselves and to everybody else. Something is happening. They don't know what it is. But it's real and it's happening, pulling them together with every passing day.

"I have to go," he says softly, reluctantly, his fingers slowly slipping away.

"I know," she replies just as softly, just as reluctant as he. But she takes solace in the fact that she will see him soon.

"See you later?" He asks like it's a question when they both know it's a truth. He will see her later; when they are on screen playing husband and wife. It's the one time when they don't have to hide their feelings. Because they're supposed to look that way, lost in each other, so happy together they could burst…so in love?

She simply smiles and nods her head, watching as he turns and walks down the hall already counting down the hours until she can see him again. It was difficult for her to pinpoint the exact moment it all changed, the exact moment when he became so much more than a friend. What was he now? He was everything and nothing. Whatever was happening between them was strong enough to make both of them lose sight of sense. Yet they still fought it all the way. Sometimes she wanted to ask if he felt the same but then she looked into his eyes and got her answer. They twinkled only in her direction. They grow soft only when he looked at her. Did he feel the same? She was certain of it. Could either of them admit it to the other? Never. They were colleagues. They had become friends. They had developed an intense bond. The chemistry was tangible. She wanted him. He wanted her. Call it anything but love.

And I will make sure to keep my distance…Say, "I love you," when you're not listening…And how long can we keep this up, up, up?

The show was over. This was the hardest part of the day because saying goodbye this time meant goodbye for more than an hour or two. They wouldn't see each other until tomorrow evening. He sighed at the thought and closed the door behind them. It was quiet in here. Private. If he wanted to, he could lean across the small space between them and kiss her with all the burning passion he held in his heart. Nobody was here. They were alone. He took the step, his eyes smiling and expression soft as he took her hand.

Her heart was racing at the look on his face. He moved closer and she almost willed it to happen, willed him to kiss her. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to show him that she was worth the risk, that they were worth the risk. The feel of his fingers sliding through hers melted her heart. This was so real it consumed her. But it couldn't be. Beyond that door stood a million reasons why they couldn't do this. Right now she almost didn't care. She should stop him before he made a mistake. She didn't have to.

Guilt permeated his mind as he reluctantly pulled back. They shared a sad smile. This couldn't happen. They had to keep their distance. No matter how they felt, this just could never be. And they both knew it.

"I guess I'll…see you tomorrow."

He nodded, his fingers giving hers a gentle squeeze. He didn't want to let go. How long could they keep doing this to each other? It was eating him alive; the knowing yet not knowing. "Goodnight," he whispered, unable to stop himself from leaning forward and pressing a lingering kiss to her cheek.

She closed her eyes, revelling in his closeness and the prickles of his beard as he slowly pulled away. There it was again, that twinkle in his eyes.

"Sweet dreams," he offered with a playful wink. He only wished that she dreamed of him. God knows he dreamed of her.

She squeezed his hand one final time and looked down at their entwined fingers before catching his gaze once more. "Always." And her eyes twinkled right back.

Her whispered words were sucked into the loud hallway as she opened the door and left him standing there.

Please don't stand so close to me…I'm having trouble breathing…I'm afraid of what you'll see right now…

Her heart was still racing. She could still feel his hand burning through the skin of her calf, then rising higher, behind her knee and settling on her thigh. God, he was brazen. But he could get away with it out there. After all, he was her husband. So she acted like any wife would and grabbed his fingers, helping pull him to his feet so they could celebrate his victory. And then everything disappeared. The arena was full of screaming fans but she couldn't hear anything. She couldn't breathe. All she could see was him and his deep brown eyes unafraid of letting her see how he felt about her. It made her heart break inside because nothing could ever happen.

And now here they stood, once again in an empty locker room while the world kept spinning beyond the door. She didn't know how but something had changed. She could feel it in the way he was looking at her right now. He stepped forward, just like he had done so many times before only this time she knew he wouldn't hold back. It made her eyes almost brim with unshed tears. This was what she wanted, what they both wanted. Her eyes slid shut and she took a desperate breath, suddenly unable to breathe. His hand was so soft against her cheek and she just couldn't look at him, not when she felt the way she did. It was written all over her face and he couldn't see it. This couldn't happen. If he knew she felt the same, they'd both have no choice but to give in. His breath was warm against her jaw and she gulped, feeling herself giving in. She wanted this. She wanted it so much.

"Paul…" she sighed breathlessly, growing delirious. She could feel him all over her as his hands wrapped around her waist. She wanted him all over her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed her body against him, still not fully able to believe this was really happening.

Paul cupped her cheek feeling the last few bars of his restraint crumbling to the ground. This felt too special to ignore any more. He couldn't live with himself if he didn't give it a try, if he didn't give his heart to a woman who could destroy him forever if it all went awry. But he didn't have a choice. As her body pressed against him and her soft mewls whispered against his ear, every reason not to do this just vanished. He pulled back slightly, savouring that bittersweet final moment of teetering on the edge before pressing his lips against hers. And just like that his whole world fell into place. A few seconds passed and he couldn't help himself as he kissed her deeply.

She eagerly opened her mouth to him, barely able to contain her desperation as his tongue duelled with hers. This had been building for months. There were no cameras here. It was just them, finally giving themselves to each other. When they finally broke apart she held his face close, already needing to feel his lips on hers once again.

"Steph," Paul whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips. He stroked her cheek with his thumb and pulled back. "What are we doing?"

"I don't know," Stephanie answered honestly. "But I want to do it again," she grinned back and gave him a quick kiss, making those damn eyes of his start sparkling again. This was a perfect moment and one she would keep with her forever.

"Me too."

"So….kiss me."

Paul had no choice but to oblige.

And I will make sure to keep my distance…Say, "I love you," when you're not listening …How long 'til we call this love, love, love?