She dreams. She dreams endlessly of New Earth. The soft, luscious green grass of New Earth. She's lying on her back next to the Doctor. The real Doctor. How does she know he's the real Doctor? She doesn't know. She just does. He grabs her hand and kisses it sensually. He sits up and she watches the light breeze brush through his hair. She feels it dancing on her skin. He leans over and looks into her eyes and dives in; only visually, but he dives in. Into her mind, her heart, her soul, her very being. He is her every footstep, her every breath, her every heartbeat. He is her everything. Suddenly she feels the softness of his lips pressed against hers and she closes her eyes. She feels warm. She feels the love he is attempting to show her. She opens her eyes and the atmosphere has changed. They're in a bedroom with the candles dimly lighting the room. She's bare. He's bare. Suddenly she can feel him inside of her, yet all around her. He's in the air. He's everywhere. Despite having traveled with each other to the end of the world and back; and everywhere in between, no adventure was as exciting as the one they were having in that moment. Normally, if they wanted to explore somewhere, they just went…but exploring each other? That was different. Almost forbidden it seemed. His hands move up and down her body, caressing every curve and every dimple in her back. Her heart races and her temperature rises. She feels every goosebump rise off of her skin when he whispers in her ear.
"Rose..."
Suddenly she's awake in her own bed. She looks over at her husband. Her loving husband…and the guilt starts building up. John stayed. She shouldn't be having these dreams. But knowing she chose the wrong Doctor eats at her every day, because she wonders; would my life be any different? Or would it really be just the way it is now? She'll never know.