Beautiful Rose, His Rose.
The Doctor watched happily as Tommy ran towards his grandmother, exuberant that The Wire was gone. Scanning the crowd he saw a familiar face, Rose, his Rose. Her face was back where it belonged and she looked beautiful. She was talking and laughing with someone and The Doctor couldn't help but stare, he loved the way she laughed.
Rose turned her head a bit and caught his eye then started walking to meet him. He went to meet her half way,- you couldn't really call it walking, it was too fast for that, a small part of his mind decided to call it 'Heroic Speed-walking' but that wasn't important- the important thing was Rose, in his arms, happy, smiling, laughing, beautiful.
The Doctor leaned back just enough to look at her face and slowly raised his hands to her cheeks and kissed them and her nose, he couldn't help himself, he loved this girl. Love- he'd really have to re-think his whole rulebook about that. Really, it's not like anything would happen to her, not while he was around to save her, and wasn't there a saying about that, 'better to have loved and lost then never loved at all', maybe he would give it a go.
Slowly The Doctor became aware that he had been running his thumbs over her features and now he was absentmindedly rubbing her lips. They looked so soft and full and inviting. He felt himself leaning toward her and saw her eyes drift closed before his own did the same. The feeling of her lips on his was indescribably good, amazing! He loved it! Loved this girl, loved Rose, his Rose. Now all he had to do was tell her, but then again she probably already knew, smart girl, Rose Tyler.