She nearly expects him to balk, to back down, not to brush her off but to skirt the question (he's good at that, she knows that, too.) But Rose has held on to that unfinished sentence for so long that she can't help but ask, swearing she can feel both of his hearts beating against her, biting down on her bottom lip when she feels him tense.
And then it's her own heart crashing against her ribs, eyes widening over his shoulder, finding the courage to lean back so that she can see his face, the both of them a little afraid and vulnerable; there may have been others for him, but Rose Tyler has only ever loved the Doctor.
Rose can't help this next part, either, the way she holds his face between her hands again, smoothing a thumb beneath one eye before she leans up, just slightly on her tiptoes, pressing her mouth softly to his as she dares to let her eyes shut. She's kissed him before, a different face, a hazy memory, but nothing like this, warm from head to toe, bursting with sheer affection, relief, joy.
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Date: 2019-07-15 06:31 pm (UTC)And then it's her own heart crashing against her ribs, eyes widening over his shoulder, finding the courage to lean back so that she can see his face, the both of them a little afraid and vulnerable; there may have been others for him, but Rose Tyler has only ever loved the Doctor.
Rose can't help this next part, either, the way she holds his face between her hands again, smoothing a thumb beneath one eye before she leans up, just slightly on her tiptoes, pressing her mouth softly to his as she dares to let her eyes shut. She's kissed him before, a different face, a hazy memory, but nothing like this, warm from head to toe, bursting with sheer affection, relief, joy.