The Doctor noticed he was a lot more hands on in this regeneration then he thought he'd ever been. Sometimes when he hugged Rose he wondered if he held on for a little too long, and when he met her eyes he tried to pretend like his face didn't burn when she smiled at him.
He knew he kissed her cheek a lot, and maybe held her hand more then was needed, but she didn't pull away when he draped an arm around her or stood particularly close when they were talking. She wasn't the first companion he'd become infatuated with (but she was the first who mattered)
The planet they'd landed on was gorgeous (most of them were) iridescent skies, rolling seas of silver and gold, blue mountains capped with glowing snow, and the air smelled like peaches. There hadn't even been anything dangerous there. It was rare for them to not have to help anybody, but here it seemed they were free.
Rose said the humming in the air reminded her of a song, and as she ran her fingers through the velvet grass her mind wandered to the countless things she'd seen and decided this planet was deifnatly one of her favorites. Even the natives were friendly, offering them a fruity concoction (that the Doctor insisted on trying and scanning first in case it was dangerous) but all it did was fill her with a certain giddiness that made her giggled and twine their fingers together when he started rambling about something scientific.
He'd noticed how close she was to him so he talked even faster to try and cover up his flushed cheeks and sweaty palms (she'd never made him nervous before, what was wrong with him?) She dragged him towards some party in the town square and oh there was drinks and music and dancing and he watched as she spun away from him, her skin glistening under the light of the moons.
Twinkling stars floated around her, coming in and out of focus as the dancers pulled her along. Fire raced through her veins and she felt like she was on top of the world, music pumping, hands clapping, people around her raising their voices to the sky in a ringing song. Reaching out, she grabbed onto someone, slipping her hand into theirs and they felt so much like home that she couldn't stop herself from winding her arms around their neck and swaying to the angelic tunes around her.
When she grabbed him and pulled him close he knew he was getting in deep because they were a little too close, a little too friendly. (but he didn't pull away) Lowering his lips to her ear, he sang a few notes in Gallifreyan, relishing how she trembled in delight under him, pushing into his chest and clutching him even tighter. And at that moment he knew he was an impulsive man, because her glowing pink lips were so tempting to him (and he knew he shouldn't) but he swooped down and captured her lips with his.
His lips on hers brought her out of the drunken stupor she was in, and upon relizing who's lips they were the blonde nearly melted on the spot. Even at night the sky still rang with color, swooping and swirling like the fireworks dancing behind her eyes. Everywhere he touched sent her into a frenzy, his fingers leaving behind a tingling sensations. He touched her so carefully, like she would break in his arms, and his hands rested softly on her hips, tracing patterns onto the bare patch of skin under her shirt.
When she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist it was like giving him permission that he could be rough, he could handle her how he wanted.
And oh how he wished they weren't in a public area because her flushed cheeks and glowing eyes were just an open invitation for something he'd wanted to do since he'd met her. Smoothing her dishievled hair, he pressed kissed to her cheeks and forehead before enveloping her in a tight hug, mumbling into her ear in every language he could think of that oh he loved her, he loved her more the anything.