The image should have been ludicrous.

Rose Tyler sitting on the Doctor's lap. Cradled in his arms. In her flat.

It sounded like insanity, but it felt so good.

She traced her fingertips down his inner left arm which was laid across her stomach. His hand gripped her hip gently. Rose felt a long forgotten feeling creep into her throat that dripped down to pool in her stomach, making her feel suddenly very warm. She looked up at him and found that he was already watching her with growing intensity. His eyes were pools of chocolate melting in their shared stare. Her gaze shifted to his lips and Rose, without thinking, licked her lips.

It was only yesterday that she had claimed them with hers and she felt that same urge bubble up inside of her.

Would it be too much to want another kiss so soon?

Would he want to kiss her?

Would he want more than that?

Although she was sure her body would be more than happy to oblige, she knew that was not a good idea. Her mind fought with her heart. One wanted a normal beginning to a relationship – a shy beginning that, with time, grew into something eternal. The other knew that time was a privilege and just really wanted to kiss him already.

She led a fingertip up to his forehead and down his cheek, along the jaw and finally to his lips. Rose lazily followed the lines of his mouth with her touch. His lips parted under the contact and it made her still for a second. Her heart pumped harder as she lined the opening of his lips gently with her finger. Rose studied her touch on him as if she were staring at the bountiful colors of a Jim Dine painting. The warmth of his breath on her skin did nothing to help the way she was feeling.

Lost in her feelings for a moment, she startled suddenly when his hands reached up and held hers for a moment. She thought she'd done something wrong, but that was quickly extinguished when she felt his fingers intertwine with hers and when he dipped his head, meeting his lips with hers. Her eyes were wide with surprise at first as his kiss, which was feather light, was more than a touch than an actual kiss.

She stared at him, incredulous and wanting, but she dared not move.

Didn't want to move.

Taking this as encouragement, he reached down to her again, his lips a bit more feverish with desire. Their lips moved in perfect rhythm and it made her heart swell that something could feel like that. She felt the Doctor part her lips gently with his tongue. She couldn't resist.

His tongue traced her lips and teeth in search of her. The sensation made her moan into his mouth and instantly she felt the tough grip of his other hand on her waist. Rose ran her hands through his hair. Such great hair.

Rose couldn't think. Thoughts were unable to stay coherent in her mind. The Doctor and his touch, his hands and his tongue, that's all there was. And if that wasn't enough, the thumping of his heart, his very single and human heart, was pumping fiercely against her chest. It soothed her as much as it frightened her and it was the fright that made her mind begin to make sense again.

She tapered off her kisses until they became mere touches. Rose didn't want it to be the end, but she knew that they couldn't go any farther. Not yet. Seeming to understand, the Doctor kissed her one more time on her lips and another on her forehead. He held her to him then – no questions or pleas.

And the fear she had felt clouding her slowly began to dissipate.

xoxo

If it meant that he'd be getting kissed like that again - he'd wait forever. It didn't matter that forever was not his to give anymore, but he'd never meant the thought more than in that moment. Having Rose's touch on him, the heat of her skin, dizzied him. The Doctor had noticed when reality had hit her, the moment her lips stilled for just a second. It had been enough to let him know that, although they fit together as well as two puzzle pieces, it was still not time for them to be that way just yet. But he'd wait. Of course he would.

He lazily combed his fingers through her hair and just enjoyed the weight of her on him. They sat still aside from that.

After awhile, he heard Rose's soft voice, "We'll have to go to mum's tomorrow. No more canceling - have to face the real world now." He noted a twinge of something sad in her voice.

The Doctor squeezed her shoulders and laid a kiss at her temple. He felt her shudder and he smiled. "Will you be there?"

She chuckled, "Yea' of course."

"Then reality doesn't seem so bad."

And he kissed her temple one more time.

I know, I know - it's short. But seriously, if you knew how much agony my writer's block/laziness has been plaguing me - you'd be rejoicing right now :) Hope you enjoyed.