A/N In thanks for the patience with the shorter chapters, here's another one as promised. This was posted shortly after the second chapter, if you missed that one, go back and read it. Please read and review! (Also, I'm looking for a Beta.)

Disclaimer: I don't own DW nor do I profit from this writing.


The Eiffel Tower the next night was gorgeous. It was brilliantly lit up with special lights that look like tiny little floating candle flames.

The Doctor caught Rose looking at them with that bright curiosity. He leaned down and murmured, "Go ahead. Feel one. They're cool to the touch. In fact they tickle a little bit." He reached out, and let the tip of one tiny flame flick across the tip of his finger.

He watched as she extended her hand and ran her fingers through the dancing fire. He was mesmerized by the reflection of light in her eyes.

She turned her face back to face him, pleasure and excitement making her skin glow, lighting up her hot-summer-day-sky blue eyes.

Lords, she is gorgeous.

The moment was broken by the waiter announcing an open table. They sit, order drinks, food, talk. The evening was cool. The sky showing through the structure of the Tower, glimmering with simulated stars. The real stars long blocked out by light pollution.

After they ate, Rose just looked at him, and then he was inviting her to dance. They were swaying to the music that to the two of them sounded like gentle classical music, sweet and slow and romantic. But judging by the group of Tefloreans who were thrashing about jerkily with their awkward double jointed limbs across the dance floor, it sounded like their version of rock-meets-heavy-metal.

Rose was resting her head against his chest. No doubt she could hear his double heart beat. The thought sudden a shiver down his spine and cause his hearts to speed up a bit. It was incredibly intimate to him for her to hear his heartbeats. He would have gladly stayed like this for the rest of this regeneration.

At some point, the few remaining dancers were asked to leave the dance floor. The Doctor guided Rose away, towards the TARDIS.

Rose looked up at him, begged, "Please, I don't want to go home yet." She looked down and muttered probably with the intention that he wouldn't hear it, "I don't want tonight to end."

He could feel himself blushing at that. Honestly. Okay, so she feels the same as I do about tonight. What are you going to do next? Take her to the Seine? A grassy field fragrant with the scent of grapes and wildflowers?

"Oh-okay. Where do you want to go?"

Her eyes met his, "Oh, I don't know. Anywhere? The ocean?" Her eyes lit up as she mentioned the ocean, and she nodded.

He laughed, "Alright, would you like to go by train?"

She giggled, giggled? Really? "That sounds perfect."

He took her to the station and bought tickets for a late night Flash Train to Caen, cleverly named because they traveled in a flash. Ha. Haha.

He asked her if she'd like to get a room for the night and go the next day, but she wanted to see the ocean now. He led her to the beach. It was the height of summer, so the air was still warm. He watched her slip off her shoes and sway down to the water. She turn to smile at him and beckon him. Lost Moon of Poosh, I cannot resist her siren call.

He scoffed, throwing his head back and shaking it, but he came anyway. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She made a surprised but pleased sound and leaned against him. Her scent, her warmth against his body again was nearly overwhelming.

They stood that way for a long time. Eventually they sat in the sand. They laid there until the sun broke over the horizon. He stroked her back sleepily and watched the sunrise.

She fell asleep against him on the train ride back to Paris. He had to wake her up and guide her back to the TARDIS. She is falling asleep on me surprisingly often. She trusts me?

The first room he found was a Moroccan style living room. Bright colors, warm, with pillows everywhere, he decided this would have to do since he was too tired to go hunting for their bedrooms. He scooped her up and laid down with her again.

She smiled at him as he hovered over her. Slowly he leaned down. Her hand cupped his face drawing him farther down.

He held himself above her, not quite touching her lips. Her fingers ran through his hair. He had made his position clear, she must close the gap.

Her eyelids fluttered closed, and she pressed her lips against his. The kiss started as sweet and chaste, but quickly developed into something more passionate as he ran his tongue along her bottom lip, and with a moan, she opened her mouth to his.

This must be what heaven is.