A/N: Thanks so much for all the reviews so far :D Here's the next part, following on immediately from when the Doctor took a step towards her...it begins with Rose's thoughts...

Will the Universe Implode? – Part 2

Oh no. Here it comes. He's going to either tell me off like some silly, hormonal human woman with no control over her emotions (which I am. Oh dear.) Or he's going to walk right past me and out of the door, like it never happened. Which is worse? Oh god...which is actually worse? Him acknowledging it, but forbidding it to ever happen again, or him ignoring it happened at all? Oh. Wait. Number two, I think. That way, if he doesn't even mention it, I can do it again when he's least expec – No, what am I thinking? If he ignores it, then it means he's embarrassed, or maybe he's being a gentleman because he doesn't want me to feel embarrassed, but it definitely doesn't mean I can do it again. It doesn't mean he wants it. He didn't kiss back, after all.

He takes another step forward.

I should speak round about now. Yeah. Halfway towards her. I should really, really say something. She must be worried; this is the first time since my regeneration that I've been quiet for longer than ten seconds. Rassilon. What shall I say? This has never happened before. Me? Speechless? Who'd have thought? This is what this silly, reckless, absolutely gorgeous human woman does to me! Why? Oh, it could've been anyone in that department store that day. Anyone I told to 'run!' Why did have to be her? She's so...she's too...I fell in love with her. But, I'm not supposed to do that. She practically forced me, though, with that laugh and that smile and her eyes and her compassion, and her excitement and enthusiasm and her bravery and her ability to always say the right thing and her stubbornness that brought her back to me time and time again and her hips that felt so nice under my hands just then and her hand in mine and her lips on mine and her everything...and and and...

Rassilon. Since when did Time Lords get soppy? This is ridiculous. I'm acting like some sort of human. That's just...that's just...stupidly brilliant.

And another step.

Oh god. What happens when he takes me back to Earth? How the hell am I going to even begin to deal with that? Why did I let myself fall in love with someone who can never love me back? For that matter, why did I let myself fall in love with someone who's a 900-odd year old alien who doesn't age and won't die, while I grow old and disappear before his very eyes? That's if he lets me stay that long. Oh god...He's so wonderfully, impossibly imperfect in every way. A man so flawed, with so much baggage, such a weight on his shoulders; the weight of the universe and the weight of centuries of living. And the weight of centuries of living alone.

But now he's got me. And I don't want to leave him. I don't want him to send me away.

And another.

What can I say to her? I'm always talking. About something and anything and everything and nothing. And she listens. Always. She's always there. But she won't always be there. What am I going to do when she's gone? Oh, this is such an impossible situation. But I don't think I can stop it now. Not with my feet moving towards her like this; like she's some sort of magnet I'm being pulled towards. It's quite sporadically of my own will. She's definitely forcing me towards her. With those eyelashes. And that slow, unsure smile creeping across her face. And her top hitched up to show the barest hint of her toned stomach. And those legs that go on forever underneath that incredibly, beautifully short skirt. And that bottom lip of hers being bitten so deliciously - woah there – nervously.

Oh no. Wait. Now this is really different. Am I getting...? Am I getting aroused? Blimey. I haven't even kissed her yet. Properly, anyway.

He stops. He's barely three inches away. He's so close that he can feel her body heat radiating out at him, and her laboured breaths flutter across his neck, practically teasing him.

No, he's not perfect. Not perfect for me, not perfect for anyone. Which is exactly what makes him so perfect; the fact that he isn't. Which doesn't make sense. But it does, in a way, for me, because it's true. I wouldn't love him any other way. And nothing really makes sense anymore. Not with this life. Not with this life, with this impossible man. He knew all this. Still, he let me fall in love with him. Knowing that he's never going to love me back. Why is he so crue – oh. Why is he suddenly so...close?

When did he get this close? You could hardly fit a book between us. Oh god. I thought he was just going to walk away. Well, run away. Like he always does. But maybe...is he...what's he thinking...? What's he going to say? I can barely breathe. I can't just stand here waiting for him to talk. I can't just stand here with him looking at me like he...woah. Like he wants to...I don't know. I don't know. I've never seen him look like this before. Well, I have. But I just ignored it. We both did. He shook it off and we laughed and the moment was gone but now...his eyes are dark and he's looking oh my god is he looking at my lips? Jesus. This is...this is...impossible. I can't breathe. I have to...I have to get out of here before I embarrass myself again. He probably isn't even this close. He probably isn't looking at me like that. I'm probably just seeing what I want to see. Hallucinating. Yeah! That's it. Or, dreaming. I dream a lot. Of this sort of thing. Hmmm. Best not ever reveal that to him. Yeah. I'm either hallucinating or dreaming. One of the two. Got to be. Because there is no way that he can possibly be leaning his head down towards mine right now. No way. No. I have to breathe...