The Doctor's blood flowed into her mouth and the taste was like no food or blood she'd ever had. A quick check of the Doctor's face confirmed that he was in no pain, rather, he looked to be enjoying himself.
A few more swallows and the most curious and intense thing happened. She was in his mind. And he in hers. She felt him exploring her memories. He saw the confusion and desperation of the last few weeks. He saw that she held out hope that he'd find her. He saw her debating a thousand times just going home to her mum, but not wanting to risk her safety. He saw her love for him.
Taking a deep breath, she ventured into his thoughts a little. She saw the red grass of his home on Gallifrey. Felt his joy at his first trip in the TARDIS. His heartbreak at destroying his home and his family. Then she saw herself. Rose inwardly gasped. The Doctor though of her as brave, and strong, and good, and…sexy. Very sexy. Even though he knew what she was now. That she'd killed someone. She didn't deserve him, but she was sure thankful for him.
She let go of his arm a moment later, more satiated than any other time she'd fed. Rose licked the blood from his wound, the natural coagulant in her saliva stopping the bleeding. "Thank you," she breathed. "Did you know that that would happen?"
"Nope. But, it makes sense. Vampires are telepathic, sometimes. Two telepathic races… joining…like that. I'm sorry I was gone so long, Rose. You're incredibly strong, you know. To have been so scared and alone. And you still made it," The Doctor had a sad pride in his eyes. Rose leaned into him.
"Thank you, Doctor. You know, with you around, I think I'll be okay."
He smiled. "I know you will, my Rose. My pale, white Rose."