The Doctor looked up from his book in the lounge to see Rose striding towards him, a definite purpose in her movement. He stood up from his low position on the sofa. She was now within inches of him. His hearts back flipped-had she taken the point?
"Rose, I-"
But he never got the chance to finish his sentence, as she grabbed his tie and slammed her lips down upon his. His world exploded into beautiful colours. Yup. She'd definitely taken the point. But it was over far too soon, as she released her grip on both his tie and his lips.
"I can't take it anymore. I have to tell you-I love you."
He grinned at this. Definitely, without a doubt the best day of his life. For the first time in his life, words seemed to fail him. Instead, he leaned forward just enough, his lips millimetres from hers, he smiled faintly as he claimed her lips for his own. His arms encircled her waist, and soon enough, she was kissing him back, her hands finding tufts of messy chestnut hair. That was all it took for him to press harder, to become more insistent on entrance. She allowed, and he was taken to a whole new world. Her taste, so divine: her touch leaving imaginary burn marks on his skin. It could have been moments, hours, days even before they let go of each other, his hair and suit dishevelled, her makeup smudged. He gave her a boyish grin.
"I love you too."
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